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Oskar von Reuenthal
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Joined: April 30, 2007
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From: Olympus Mons, Mars
|  Posted: 2012-10-18 09:53
eight thousand young bodies writhed to the maddening beat of an electronic bass. some danced while others lay back on the grass and drank or smoked. none could ignore the music, although they were barely aware of the nasal tenor whose voice was not strong enough to carry over the wild screams of the theremin and the twang of a dozen steel-stringed guitars. other musical groups waited their turn on the gray wooden platform erected among the twenty second century neo gothic buildings of Exathra Polytechnic University.
some of the musicians were so anxious to begin that they pounded their instruments. this produced nothing audible because their amplifiers were turned off, but it allowed them to join the frenzied festival on the campus green.
the concert was a happy affair. citizens from the nearby welfare island joined the students in the college park. enterprising dealers hawked alcohol, pot and borloi. catering trucks brought food. the daughters of lilith played original works while slime waited their turn, and after those would come more famous groups. an air of peace and fellowship engulfed the crowd.
"Lumpen Proletariat." the speaker was a young woman. she stood at a widow in a clasroom overlooking the campus green and the mad scene below. "Lumpen," she said again.
"Aw, come off the commie talk. Communism's no answer. look at Bean Station---"
"Revolution betrayed! Betrayed!" the girl said. she faced her challenger, "there will be no peace and freedom until---"
"Can it." the meeting chairman banged his fist on the desk. "we've got work to do. this is no time for ideology."
"Without the proper revolutionary ideology, nothing can be accomplished." this came from a bearded man in a leather jacket. he looked first at the chairman, then at the dozen others in the classroom. "First there must be a proper understanding of the problem. then we can act!"
The chairman banged his fist again, but someone else spoke. "deeds, not words. we came here to plan some action. what the hell's all the talking about? you ****ed theorists give me a pain in the ass! what we need is action. the underground has done more for the movement than you'll ever---"
"Balls," the man in the leather jacket snorted contempt. then he stood. his voice projected well. "You act alright. you shut down the Planetary Mass Transit System for three days. real clever. and what did that accomplish? Made the taxpayers scared enough to fork over pay raises for the cops. YOU ENDED THE ****ED PIG STRIKE, THAT'S WHAT YOU DID!"
there was general babble, and the underground spokesman tried to answer, but the leather-jacketed man continued. " You started food riots in the welfare areas. big deal. it's results that count and your result was the Confederate Marines. You brought in the marines, that's what you did!"
"Damned right! we exposed the regime for what it really is! the revolution can't come until the people understand--"
"Revolution, my ass! get it through your heads, technology is the only thing that's going to save us. turn technology loose, free the scientists, and we'll be--"
he was shouted down by the others. there was more babble.
Mark Fuller sat at the student's desk and drank it all in. the wild music outside. talk of revolution. plans for action, for making something happen, for making the Establishment notice them; it was all new, and he was here in this room, where real power lay. "God, how i love it!" he thought. "I've never had any kind of power before. not even over my own life. and now we can show them all."
he felt more alive than he ever had in his twenty years. he looked at the girl next to him and smiled. she grinned and patted his thigh. tension rose in his loins until it was almost unbearable. he remembered their yesterdays and imagined their tomorrows. the quiet world of taxpayer country where he had grown up seemed very far away.
the others continued their argument. Mark listened but his thoughts kept straying to Shirley: the warmth of her hand on his thigh, to the places where her sweater was stretched out of shape, to the remembered feel of her knees against his back and her cries of passion. he knew he ought to listen more carefully to the discussion. he really didn't belong in this room at all. if Shirley hadn't brought him, he'd never have known the meeting was happening.
"But i'll earn a place here" he thought. "In my own right. power. that's what they have, and i'll learn how to be part of it.
the jacketed technology man was speaking again. "You see too many devils," he said. "get the ICC Intelligence people off the scientists' backs and it wont be twenty years before all this planet's a paradise. all of it, not just taxpayer country."
"A polluted paradise! what do you want, to go back to the smog, oil slicks, dead fish, animals exterminated, that's what--"
"Bull&~$!~&@&. technology can get us out of--"
"That's what caused the problems in the first place!"
"Because we didn't go far enough! there hasn't been a new scientific idea since the **** Jump Drive! you're so damned proud because there's no pollution. none here, anyway. but not because of conservation, its because they ship people out, because of triage, because--"
"He's right! people starve while we--"
"Damned right! Free thoughts, freedom to think, to plan, to do research, to publish without censorship, that's what will liberate this planet."
The arguments went on until the chairman tired of them. he banged his fist again. "We are here to do something," he said, "not settle the ICC's problems this afternoon. that was agreed."
the babble finally died away and the chairman spoke meaningfully. "this is our chance. a peaceful demonstration of power. show them what we think of their ****ed rules and their status cards. but we've got to be careful. it mustn't get out of hand."
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From: the place
| Posted: 2012-10-18 11:11
it might help to categorise the quotes..like "bladiebla" said dudeperson, then "ladieda" guyfellow replied. Instead of
bladiebla
ladieda
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great story, had some good lead from one sentence to another, wich is more difficult then most ppl think:)
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Walrus of Apathy
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From: Dorans Basement
| Posted: 2012-10-18 11:35
I hate to be "that guy," but the latin phrase your title uses should be "Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges."
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Oskar von Reuenthal
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Joined: April 30, 2007
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From: Olympus Mons, Mars
| Posted: 2012-10-19 01:53
Mark sprawled on the grass a dozen meters from the platform. He stretched luxuriantly in the Exathran sun while Shirley stroked his back. College had been like this in his imagination. boys in the expensive private school where his father had sent him used to whisper about festivals, demonstrations and confrontations, but it hadn't been real. Now it was. He'd hardly ever mingled with citizens before, and now they were all around him. they wore welfare issue clothing and talked in strange dialects that Mark only half understood. Everyone, citizens and students, writhed to the music that washed across them.
Mark's father had wanted to send him to a college in Taxpayer Country, but there hadn't been enough money. He might have won a scholarship, but he hadn't. Mark told himself it was deliberate. Competition was no way to live. a lot of his friends had refused to compete in the rat race. none of them ended here though; they had money to go to Agyre Tech or Bel Akroma.
More Citizens poured in. the festival was supposed to be open only to those with tickets, and citizens weren't supposed to be in the campus in the first place, but the student group had opened the gates and cut the fences. It had all been planned at the meeting. Now the gate control shack was on fire, and everyone who lived nearby could get in.
Shirley was ecstatic. "Look at them!" she shouted. "This is the way it used to be! Citizens should be able to go where ever they want to. Equality forever!"
Mark smiled. it was all new to him. he hadn't thought much about the division between citizen and taxpayer, and had accepted the privileges without noticing them. he had learned a lot from Shirley and his new friends, but there was so much more that he didn't know. "I'll find out, though," he thought. "We know what we are doing. We can make it so much better-we can do anything! Time for the stupid old bastards to move over and let some fresh ideas in."
Shirley passed him a pipe of borloi. that was another new thing for him; it was a citizen habit, something that Mark's father despised. Mark couldn't understand why. He inhaled deeply and relished the wave of contentment it brought. Then he reached for Shirley and held her in his warm bath of concern and love, knowing she was as happy as he was.
She smiled gently back at him, her hand resting on his thigh, and they writhed through the music, beat thundering through them, faces glowing with anticipation of what would come, of what they could accomplish this day. the pipe came around again and Mark seized it eagerly.
"Pigs! The pigs are coming!" the cry went up from the fringes of the crowd. Shirley turned to her followers. "Just stay here. don't provoke the bastards. make sure you don't do anything but sit tight."
there were murmurs of agreement. Mark felt a wave of excitement flash through him. This was it. And he was right there in the front with the leaders; even if all his status did come from being Shirley's current boyfriend, he was one of the leaders, one of the people who make things happen...
The police were trying to get through the crowd so they could stop the festival. the university president was with them, he was shouting something Mark couldn't understand. over the edge of the common green there was a lot of smoke. was a building on fire? that didn't make sense. there weren't supposed to be any fires, nothing was to be harmed; just ignore the cops and the university people, show how citizens and students can mingle in peace; show how stupid the damned rules were, and how needless--
there was a fire. maybe more than one. police and firemen tried to get through the crowd. someone kicked a cop and the bluecoat went down. a dozen of his buddies waded into the group. their sticks rose and fell.
the peaceful dream vanished. Mark stared in confusion. there was a man screaming somewhere, where was he, in the burning building? a group began chanting: Equality Now! Equality Now!
another group was building a barricade across the green. "They aren't supposed to do that!" Mark shouted. Shirley grinned at him. her eyes shone in excitement. More police came, then more , and a group headed towards Mark. They raised aluminum shields as rocks flew across the green. the police came closer. one of the cops raised his club.
He was going to hit Shirley! Mark grabbed at the nightstick and deflected it. citizens and students clustered around. some threw themselves at the cops. a big man, well dressed, too old to be a student, kicked at the leading policeman. the cop went down.
Mark pulled Shirley away as a dozen black-jacketed Lampburners joined the melee. The Lampburners would deal with the cops, but Mark didn't want to watch. the boys in his school had talked contemptuously about pigs, but the only police Mark had ever met had been polite and deferential; this was ugly, and--
His head swam in confusion. one minute he'd been laying in Shirley's arms with music and fellowship and everything and everything was wonderful. now there were police, and groups shouting, "Kill the Pigs!" and fires burning. The Lampburners were swarming everywhere. they hand't been at the meeting. Most claimed to be wanted by the police. But they'd had a representative at the planning session, they'd agreed this would be peaceful demonstration--
a man jumped off the roof of the burning building. there was no one below to catch him, and he sprawled on the steps like a broken doll. blood poured from his mouth, a bright red splash against the pink marble steps. another building shot flames skyward. More police arrived and set up electrified barriers around the crowd.
a civilian, his bright clothing a contrast with the dull police blue, got out of a police cruiser and stood atop it as police held their shields in front of him. he began to shout something through a bull horn:
"I READ YOU THE ACT OF 2260 AS AMENDED. WHENEVER THERE SHALL BE AN ASSEMBLY LIKELY TO ENDANGER PUBLIC OR PRIVATE PROPERTY OR THE LIVES OF CITIZENS AND TAXPAYERS, THE LAWFUL MAGISTRATES SHALL COMMAND ALL PERSONS ASSEMBLED TO DISPERSE AND SHALL WARN THEM THAT FAILURE TO DISPERSE SHALL BE CONSIDERED A DECLARATION OF REBELLION. THE MAGISTRATES SHALL GIVE SUFFICIENT TIME..."
Mark knew the act. he'd discussed it in school. it was time to get away. the local mayor would soon have more than enough power to deal with this mad scene. he could even call on the military, Exathran or Confederate for help. the barriers were around two sides of the green, but the cops hadn't closed off all the buildings. there was a doorway ahead, and Mark pulled Shirley toward it. "Come on!"
Shirley wouldn't come. She stood defiant, grinning wildly, shaking her fist and shouting curses at the police. Then she turned to Mark. "If you're scared, just go on baby. Bug off."
Someone handed a bottle around. Shirley drank and gave it to Mark. He raised it to his lips but didn't drink any. His head pounded, and he was afraid. "I should run," he thought. "I should run like hell. the mayor's finished reading the act..."
"EQUALITY NOW! EQUALITY NOW!" the chant was contagious. half the crowd was shouting.
the police waited impassively. an officer glanced at his watch from time to time. then the officer nodded, and the police advanced. four technicians took hoses from one of the cruisers and directed streams of foam above the advancing blue line. the slimy liquid fell in a spray around Mark.
Mark fell. he tried to stand but he couldn't. Everyone around him fell. whatever the liquid touched became so slippery that no one could hold on to it. it didn't seem to affect the police.
"Instant banana peel," Mark thought. he'd seen it used on TV. everyone laughed when they saw it used on TV. now it didn't seem so funny. a couple of attempts showed Mark that he couldn't get away; he could barely crawl. the police moved rapidly toward him. rocks and bottles clanged against their shields.
the black-jacketed Lampburners took spray cans from their pockets. they sprayed their shoes and hands and got up. they began to move away through the helpless crowd, away from the police, toward an empty building--
The police line reached the group around Mark. the cops fondled their nightsticks. they spoke in low tones, too low to be heard any distance away. "Stick time," said one. "Yeah. our turn," his partner answered.
"Does anyone here claim taxpayer status?" the cop eyed the crowd coldly. "Speak up."
"Yes. Here." one boy tried to get up but he fell again, but he held up his ID card. "Here." Mark reached for his own.
"Fink!" Shirley shouted. She threw something at the other boy. "Hypocrite! Fink! Pig!" Others were shouting as well. Mark saw Shirley's look of hatred and put his card back into his pocket. "There'd be time later" he thought.
Two police grabbed him. one lifted his feet, the other lifted his shoulders. when he was a couple of feet from the ground, the one holding the shoulders let go. the last thing Mark heard as his head hit the pavement as the mocking laughter of the cop.
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| Posted: 2012-10-19 17:38
Seems to flow well. However as the resident grammar nazi I'm going to mention the lack of capitalsation at the start of some of your sentences.
Still good job.
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| Posted: 2012-10-20 05:24
good to read indeed. Some stories have this feeling of taking to long, this story keeps reading easily
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Oskar von Reuenthal
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From: Olympus Mons, Mars
| Posted: 2012-10-31 03:41
sorry for the late posting. i was very busy at work.
The bailiff was grotesque, with mustaches like Wyatt Earp and an enormous paunch that hung over his equipment belt. In a bored voice he read "Case 4233-375. People versus Mark Fuller. Rebellion, Aggravated assault, Resisting arrest."
The judge looked down from the bench. "How do you plead?"
"Guilty, your honor," Mark's lawyer said. His name was Zower, and he wasn't expensive. Mark's father couldn't afford an expensive lawyer.
"But I didn't do it" Mark thought. "I didn't." When he said that earlier, though, the attorney had been contemptuous. "Shut up or you'll make it worse," the lawyer said. "I had trouble enough getting the conspiracy charges dropped. Just stand there looking innocent and don’t say a goddamn thing."
The judge nodded. "Have you anything to say in mitigation?"
Zower put his hand on Mark's shoulder. "My client throws himself on the mercy of the court," he said. "Mark has never been in trouble before.
He acted under the influence of evil companions and intoxicants. There was no real intent to commit crimes. Just very bad judgment."
The judge didn't look impressed. "What have the people to say about this?"
"Your Honor," the prosecutor began. "The people have had more than enough of these student riots. This was no high-jinks stunt by young taxpayers. This was a deliberate rebellion, planned in advance."
"We have recordings of this hoodlum striking a police officer. That officer subsequently suffered a severe beating with three fractures, a ruptured kidney, and other personal injuries. It is a wonder the officer is alive. We can also show that after the mayor's proclamation, the accused made no attempt to leave. If the defense disputes these facts..."
"No, no." Zower spoke hastily. "We stipulate, Your Honor." he muttered to himself, just loud enough that Mark could hear. "Can’t let them run those clips. That'd get the judge really upset."
Zower stood. "Your, Honor, we stipulate Mark's bad judgment, but remember, he was intoxicated. He was with new friends, friends he did not know very well. His father is a respected taxpayer, a manager of General Foods in Santa Maria. Mark has never been arrested before. I'm sure he learned his lesson from all of this."
"And where is Shirley?" Mark thought in wonder. Somehow her politician father kept her from ever being charged.
The judge was nodding. Zower smiled and whispered to Mark, "I stroked him pretty good in chambers. We’ll get probation."
"Mister Fuller, what have you to say for yourself?" the judge demanded.
Mark stood eagerly. He wasn't sure what he was going to say. Plead? Beg for mercy? Tell him to stick it? Not that. Mark breathed hard. "I'm scared," he thought. He walked nervously towards the bench.
The judge's face exploded in a cloud of red. There was wild laughter in the court. Another balloon of red ink sailed across the courtroom to burst on the high bench. Mark laughed hysterically, completely out of control, as spectators shouted.
"EQUALITY NOW!" Eight voices speaking in unison cut through the babble. "JUSTICE! EQUALITY! CITIZEN JUDGES, NOT TAXPAYERS! EQUALITY NOW! EQUALITY NOW! EQUALITY NOW! ALL POWER TO THE COMMUNIST PARTY!"
The last stung like a blow. The judge's face turned even redder. He stood in fury. The fat bailiff and his companions moved decisively through the crowd. Two of the demonstrators escaped, but the bailiff was much faster than his bulk made him look. After a time the court was silent.
The judge stood, ink dripping from his face and robes. He was not smiling. "This amused you?" he demanded.
"NO," Mark said. "It was none of my doing!"
The judge sat down. "I do not believe the outlawed Communist Party would trouble itself for anyone not one of their own. Marl Fuller, you have pleaded guilty to serious crimes. We would normally send a taxpayer's son to rehabilitation school, but you and your friends have demanded equality. Very well, you shall have it."
"Mark Fuller, I sentence you to three years at hard labor. Since you have renounced your allegiance to the Exathran Republic by participating in a deliberate act of rebellion, such participation stipulated by your attorney's admission that you made no move to depart after the reading of the act, you have no claim upon the Exathran Republic. Therefore, the Exathran Republic renounces you. It is hereby ordered that you be delivered to the Inter Cultural Confederation authorities to serve your sentence wherever they shall find convenient."
The gavel fell to the bench. It didn't sound very loud at all
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Xenophon Excelsior, By the grace of God, Sultan of Snark, brother of the Sun and Moon, grandson and vicegerent of God, sovereign of all kingdoms: of Sol, Kaus Borealis, and Tetra, of Dres Kona and Delta Pavonis: king of kings, ruler of all that exists;
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