Eternity RPC Board
11-07-2016, 03:32 AM
(OOC: This is a continuation of a Space RP thread I started in Caprecia. I just felt like writing some futuristic stuff, so here it is.)
Several generations ago, there stood a town where now there was only rock. It was called the Germald Memorial Site, and a nice, quaint little plaque which informed the reader that this used to be the location of the city of Germald. The town had been blown to nothingness during the Siege of Capentia, in which the Arcultian fleet—victorious from the Battle for Arcultia—pounded the old republic into submission. Technically, the republic of old still existed; run by useless old men who bickered and shouted about decisions that they were, in actuality, unable to make or enforce. The Arcultian viceroy, with his Planetary Security, was the real power on Capentia.
The Arcultian Emperor had allowed the old republican government to stay in power after the planet surrendered. On the outside, it would seem as if the Capentian people still ruled themselves, that they still held power over their own lives. Though any man with half his wits could see past the ruse, unfortunately most men seemed to lack half their wits, and were content to go about their daily lives under the watchful eye of their Arcultian overlords, telling themselves that they still held power over themselves. Fools.
Ben dropped his cigarette and ground the bud into the dirt with his boot. Turning around, he nodded to the Planetary Security officer on duty at the memorial. The PlanSec officer didn’t return the nod, but stared straight ahead without showing any emotion. Ben didn’t know what they did to the PlanSec trainees to make them so dull, but he figured he’d rather not find out. He went to his vehicle, started it up, and began the drive back towards the city. Once he reached the city limit, he had to stop at the checkpoint. He knew this routine, and got his identification card ready. "PLEASE PRESENT YOUR IDENTIFICATION CARD TO THE SCANNER," the robotic voice said. He held out the card, and a green light shown up and down the card, and beeped. "BENDON FRANDERICO. WELCOME BACK TO CAPENTIA CITY."
Every man, woman, and child on Capentia was issued an I.D. card by the government. Supposedly it was to make the solving of crimes and tallying of censuses easier, but Ben knew that it was also a way to keep an eye on the people. He knew that inside of his card, there was a miniscule little chip that tracked his exact location, the same with all the other cards. Normally, this would present an acute difficulty for someone in his line of work—but luckily some of his colleagues had discovered a way to interfere with the tracker chip’s signal, to make it appear that he was somewhere where he wasn’t. This made meetings a lot easier.
Ben set the vehicle on automatic cruise control, entered his home’s coordinates to the vehicle computer, sat back, and let his eyes close. He was awoken to the sound of, "Destination reached." from his vehicle computer. He was inside his home garage. Yawning, he opened the door and stepped out. "Lights on," he said tiredly, and the lights popped on immediately. He went through his house and sat in his bed. However, instead of laying down and going to sleep—as it was growing quite late—he reached under the bed, opened a secret compartment in the floor, and pulled out a small, portable device with a card-swipe on the side of it. He swiped his I.D. card through it, and hit a few buttons. "LOCATION: HOME, BED." it read on the little screen. He put the device carefully back into the floor compartment, and put his card back in his pocket. It was dangerous to travel about without your card. If you were caught by PlanSec without an I.D., they’d arrest you on the spot and take you in for questioning. He didn’t intend on being caught, but better safe than undergoing Arcultian questioning.
He couldn’t take his vehicle either. They had eyes everywhere in the streets. The only safe mode of discreet travel was via the old tunnels. They were old sewer tunnels, hundreds of years old. Most of the sewers had been upgraded to fit the needs of the city as time and technology progressed, however there were several miles of tunnels as yet undiscovered by the formal authorities. It was via these old tunnels that Ben would go to his meeting. By day, Ben was your average, unremarkable citizen. He held a day job as a white collar office worker, doing boring paperwork all day. By night, however, he was a commander in the underground Capentian Liberation Front.
Several generations ago, there stood a town where now there was only rock. It was called the Germald Memorial Site, and a nice, quaint little plaque which informed the reader that this used to be the location of the city of Germald. The town had been blown to nothingness during the Siege of Capentia, in which the Arcultian fleet—victorious from the Battle for Arcultia—pounded the old republic into submission. Technically, the republic of old still existed; run by useless old men who bickered and shouted about decisions that they were, in actuality, unable to make or enforce. The Arcultian viceroy, with his Planetary Security, was the real power on Capentia.
The Arcultian Emperor had allowed the old republican government to stay in power after the planet surrendered. On the outside, it would seem as if the Capentian people still ruled themselves, that they still held power over their own lives. Though any man with half his wits could see past the ruse, unfortunately most men seemed to lack half their wits, and were content to go about their daily lives under the watchful eye of their Arcultian overlords, telling themselves that they still held power over themselves. Fools.
Ben dropped his cigarette and ground the bud into the dirt with his boot. Turning around, he nodded to the Planetary Security officer on duty at the memorial. The PlanSec officer didn’t return the nod, but stared straight ahead without showing any emotion. Ben didn’t know what they did to the PlanSec trainees to make them so dull, but he figured he’d rather not find out. He went to his vehicle, started it up, and began the drive back towards the city. Once he reached the city limit, he had to stop at the checkpoint. He knew this routine, and got his identification card ready. "PLEASE PRESENT YOUR IDENTIFICATION CARD TO THE SCANNER," the robotic voice said. He held out the card, and a green light shown up and down the card, and beeped. "BENDON FRANDERICO. WELCOME BACK TO CAPENTIA CITY."
Every man, woman, and child on Capentia was issued an I.D. card by the government. Supposedly it was to make the solving of crimes and tallying of censuses easier, but Ben knew that it was also a way to keep an eye on the people. He knew that inside of his card, there was a miniscule little chip that tracked his exact location, the same with all the other cards. Normally, this would present an acute difficulty for someone in his line of work—but luckily some of his colleagues had discovered a way to interfere with the tracker chip’s signal, to make it appear that he was somewhere where he wasn’t. This made meetings a lot easier.
Ben set the vehicle on automatic cruise control, entered his home’s coordinates to the vehicle computer, sat back, and let his eyes close. He was awoken to the sound of, "Destination reached." from his vehicle computer. He was inside his home garage. Yawning, he opened the door and stepped out. "Lights on," he said tiredly, and the lights popped on immediately. He went through his house and sat in his bed. However, instead of laying down and going to sleep—as it was growing quite late—he reached under the bed, opened a secret compartment in the floor, and pulled out a small, portable device with a card-swipe on the side of it. He swiped his I.D. card through it, and hit a few buttons. "LOCATION: HOME, BED." it read on the little screen. He put the device carefully back into the floor compartment, and put his card back in his pocket. It was dangerous to travel about without your card. If you were caught by PlanSec without an I.D., they’d arrest you on the spot and take you in for questioning. He didn’t intend on being caught, but better safe than undergoing Arcultian questioning.
He couldn’t take his vehicle either. They had eyes everywhere in the streets. The only safe mode of discreet travel was via the old tunnels. They were old sewer tunnels, hundreds of years old. Most of the sewers had been upgraded to fit the needs of the city as time and technology progressed, however there were several miles of tunnels as yet undiscovered by the formal authorities. It was via these old tunnels that Ben would go to his meeting. By day, Ben was your average, unremarkable citizen. He held a day job as a white collar office worker, doing boring paperwork all day. By night, however, he was a commander in the underground Capentian Liberation Front.