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« on: 05/06/04 at 04:27 PM » |
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Chapter one
Inquisitor Sicarius Orion sat stood in the bridge of the U.S.S Vigilant, staring out across the heaving ocean. Somewhere in front of him was Tropico, a name that had become synonymous with witchcraft, hedonism and corruption. It was his job -no- his purpose to cleanse this island of its sin, and he would start at the top.
He looked over to a man who was frantically checking the navigation screens in front of him.
"How much further, captain?" he asked in his commanding voice.
"It should only be another ten minutes, but the storm is blowing us off course. I'm worried that we will come too close and our presence will be detected."
The Inquisitor looked out of the viewing bay again.
"You do not believe in this mission, do you captain?"
The captain considered this for a second, but then his face snapped into position and he replied, "It is not my duty to comment on such things, sir."
"No... fear not about the weather, the hand of God will guide us."
Had Sicarius been looking at the captain, he would have noticed a sceptical glance coming his way, but he was too lost in his own thoughts for now. Thoughts of slaying sinners by the dozen.
His mind skipped back to the Vatican. Ahh, that holy sanctuary seemed so far away now. He remembered his audience with the Pope. Even with his years of experience, Sicarius had only talked to the Pope twice before. His Holiness had gifted him with the task of purging the unholy from Tropico, one of the largest tasks undertaken by any Inquisitor in the last hundred years.
"Sir, we have reached minimum range. Your, erm, squad, is waiting for you in the launch craft".
"Very good, Captain. I hope we shall meet again"
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Power corrupts,
Absolute power is kinda neat.
-John Lehman
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« Reply #1 on: 05/06/04 at 04:31 PM » |
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What do you think? Can anyone tell I play Warhammer 40K?
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Power corrupts,
Absolute power is kinda neat.
-John Lehman
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« Reply #2 on: 05/07/04 at 11:32 AM » |
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Chapter 2
The landing craft banked over a wave. A jagged rock scraped against the side. Inquisitor Sicarius clutched his seat. The island was mere metres away, but a few metres to the left or the right and the ship would torn apart.
Sicarius looked at the landing craft’s driver, Coriolanus Atavian. Coriolanus was his acolyte, a man of only 25, but one of the most promising individuals in the Inquisition. He knew that he would not fail in guiding the craft to a safe landing.
The boat shook as it glided onto the rain-beaten sand. The bridge dropped and in front of the craft lay the jungles of Tropico.
“Everybody disembark” shouted the Inquisitor, struggling to be heard above the rain. The storm had dropped to a near tolerable level, but all of the Inquisitor’s retinue were soaked through.
Quickly, calmly, efficiently, they assembled on the beach. They formed a line in front of their leader. First stood Coriolanus, his long dark hair dripping with rain. He stood to attention, his back rigid.
Next was Sister Depteval. She was a nun of the Holy Order of the Blessed Rose. She was the squads medic, but was also more capable than most professional soldiers in combat. A slight smile was permanently upon her face which even the rain, that had now dropped to a drizzle, could not suppress.
Then stood Markus Rosten and Isabella Maria. These were the two spies. He hardly knew them- Inquisitorial spies were not permanently attached to squads, but were part of an individual branch from which agents could be requested when necessary. Sicarius had chosen these two for their ability to speak Spanish, and their familiarity with Caribbean culture.
Next along the line was Titus Strabo, the squad’s sniper. Snipers were not common in the Inquisition, but Titus was recognised as one of the finest in the organisation, if not the world. He had very short hair and quick, keen eyes that gave the impression of untrustworthiness.
Finally were DX-134f and DP-498y. Penitents. Men who had committed awful, heinous crimes, and now served the Inquisition in an attempt to receive the Lord’s pardon. They carried various knives, many of which they regularly applied to themselves.
“We have reached Tropico, the island of sin. It is our God-given duty to purge this place. A kilometre to the west is an old fort from colonial times. This will be our base. Markus, Isabella, go to the city and find jobs, preferably ones close to the President. The rest, follow me”
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Power corrupts,
Absolute power is kinda neat.
-John Lehman
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Fidel_of_the_internet
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« Reply #3 on: 05/14/04 at 08:31 PM » |
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very good start
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I wonder if there is money in helping the rebels
Job:To Rule Tropico
Presidente
Owner of the Bull Head casino
Nominated most anoying person in the cafe
No More paddling for rebels
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« Reply #4 on: 05/15/04 at 12:03 AM » |
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As long last someone's replied! I was waiting for that before I write the next bit.
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Power corrupts,
Absolute power is kinda neat.
-John Lehman
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Privateer0
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« Reply #5 on: 05/15/04 at 09:08 AM » |
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Oh, yes, it sounds very good!  I was going to say it earlier, but I thought you abandoned this in favor of your AAR. Would love to see more. |
Don't hold elections, else what you rule will end up ruling YOU.
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« Reply #6 on: 05/15/04 at 02:58 PM » |
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The next bit should be up tonight or tommorow.
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Power corrupts,
Absolute power is kinda neat.
-John Lehman
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The King of Spain
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« Reply #7 on: 05/15/04 at 04:45 PM » |
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Chapter 3
Apart from the chirping of exotic birds, the fort was silent. It was an imposing structure, built over three hundred years ago by Spanish conquistadors to defend their treasure galleons from pirates. Vines and creepers grew up the walls, and moss filed the cracks in the floor.
Mounted on the battlements, overlooking the sea, were three rusted cannons. Though they were covered in a thick layer of iron oxide, and would never fire again, they still looked frighteningly powerful.
Inquisitor Sicarius strode in through the main gate. He glanced around. He had hoped this place would be less dilapidated. He had intended to rise an army from amongst the population and use this as a base of operations, but it was obvious that this place would be un-defendable. It looked like they would need to be more subtle in their approach to this problem. Coriolanus moved up to his side.
"Search the place", said Sicarius.
"Yes sir".
The penitents moved into one of the corners of the fort and began praying loudly for forgiveness as the rest of the squad began to scour the fort for anything useful or dangerous.
A high pitched scream which did not belong to a member of his squad came from one of the side buildings being searched by Sister Depteval. Sicarius unbuttoned his holster instinctively. The Sister dragged a thin, ragged man from the depths of the building. She threw him to the Inquisitor's feet.
"I found this man in the building". He started babbling emotionally in Spanish, begging for mercy.
"Who are you?" asked the Inquisitor.
"You speak English...I speak English...please, let Juan go free, Juan has done nothing wrong. It is all the president's fault.
"Why are you here?"
"The president built no farms...Juan starved...Juan stole food...The Police caught Juan...Juan escaped...Juan fled... Juan came here and hid...They do not find Juan here.
"What can you tell me about the president?"
"The president is a bad man...He abuses the island's women and gets drunk...He worships dark gods...Most of the people do the same...The island falls to pieces.
"Is these any resistance?"
"Juan does not understand"
"Do any people fight the president?"
"ah...there are religious people...they are led by a man named Andreas Santiago...he is a wanted man...he lives in hiding in the homes of his followers."
"Coriolanus, contact Isabella and Markus in the city. Tell them to look for a man named Andreas Santiago." He looked down at the bedraggled Juan. "Thank you my friend. Your help will be rewarded in the next life." Sicarius drew his pistol.
"What...No...Juan is your friend"
The Inquisitor aimed at Juan's head.
"No...Juan helped you...Please, let..."
The shot echoed through the fort.
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Power corrupts,
Absolute power is kinda neat.
-John Lehman
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The King of Spain
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« Reply #8 on: 05/16/04 at 05:11 PM » |
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Your're going to have to keep giving me encouagement on this as if you don't I will think no one is reading it and will not continue.
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Power corrupts,
Absolute power is kinda neat.
-John Lehman
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Privateer0
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« Reply #9 on: 05/16/04 at 05:20 PM » |
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Hey, wait a minute. Those are supposed to be religious people.  Get the imposters!  |
Don't hold elections, else what you rule will end up ruling YOU.
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Severous
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« Reply #10 on: 05/17/04 at 11:44 AM » |
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Not knowing what Warhammer is im not sure about your storyline. Tropico is definately in there but im struggling to place the ship they arrived in...a schooner, a freighter, destroyer, or spaceship more like. But one thing I can see...Inquisitor Sicarius planned to start out at the top...but didnt. |
Regards
Last Played Tropico2 in Oct2004...after 9 months of playing it. Not bad value for a £10 purchase.
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« Reply #11 on: 05/17/04 at 05:03 PM » |
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But one thing I can see...Inquisitor Sicarius planned to start out at the top...but didnt. He he he... The ship's supposed to be kind of one of those U.S gunboats which comes to get rid of you when they don't like you. |
Power corrupts,
Absolute power is kinda neat.
-John Lehman
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