[h3][b]Metropolis-3 Habitation Apartment Zone AB-4134[/b][/h3] [h1][center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wo0bHsdKcg]Escalation[/url][/center][/h1] [h3][center]Post Prologue[/center][/h3] A few days has passed, since the chaos that erupted in Metropolis-3 with the ongoing riots and protests. The mainstream Ustran media companies have been hard at work, labeling the files released by the Eve Punks as false and fake. How could the Ustran federal government do such horrific crimes against its own citizens? Not possible. The files are lies. Enemies of the Ustran government are trying to cause chaos in the nation - among other arguments and lies produced by the Ustran media - attempts to distort reality and its facts. The main riots have been occurring at Habitation Apartment Zone AB-4134, a part of the greater Metropolis-3 area. Outward from there, protesters (less violent ones) have been popping up in Metropolis-3 - infuriated about their government involvement in oppressing the masses. The Socialist Ustran Party (SUP) has been at the forefront of the current movement, organizing and agitating the people to protest, even since the news of the files. SUP, founded ten years ago by Albert Wells and John Rockwell, is the largest radical socialist and communist party out in Ustra. Their message and mission has always been the same since its founding, overthrowing the capitalist system and bourgeois democracy in Ustra. Unlike other leftist parties, SUP has managed to keep itself afloat and grow their numbers over the years. The party’s survival is due in part of Mars contact and training. SUP accepted Martian aid in its early years, graining lessons from their brothers and sisters on how to properly commit to a communist and socialist revolution. Forward to today, SUP is taking the chance to realize its revolution, risking its platform in the face of destruction by the Ustran bourgeois democracy. In Habitation Apartment Zone AB-4134, the main rioting area as stated before, has turned from hot to searing. The local SUP cell in that apartment zone is currently in tense standoff with riot-police and firearm specialist teams. In other news, in recent, the Ustran government has gone about planning for unforeseen consequences. Spartan, a private military corporation, was hired out by Ustra. The federal government has no plans to deploy the Spartan forces yet. The national government knows that they can’t just move in a PMC to the hot-zone for various security and political reasons at hand. This is merely a contingency plan. A corps-level unit and two special agents - The Monster and Reaper - were hired. 3.55 billion credits used for the purchase, mere pocket money for the Ustran government and megacorps. [h3][center]End Prologue[/center][/h3] People need food, water, and the occasional medical aid. Rioters are no different, but require a much more higher rate of attrition due to their tendency to get shot and beaten up often by riot-control police. All throughout the Habitation Apartment Zone AB-4134 (HPZ-AB-4134), makeshift supply depots have been supplying the rioters with their needs. The local police and riot-control forces have made those supply points a prime target for their anti-rioter operations in HPZ-AB-4134 because of their vital importance to the ongoing civil unrest; a unrest that the higher authority wants gone as fast as possible. Elsewhere, more peaceful protests have been occurring outward from HPZ-AB-4134, out in the wider Metropolis-3 area. Not surprising, more police misconduct and violence has started to really agitate those protesters, who are now starting to riot on a smaller scale. Back in HPZ-AB-4134, a high tension point was founded by incoming police and specialist firearm teams. A local big store, owned by the Fairmart company, known as the Bingo’s Fairmart has been turned into a big supply depot and gathering point for the local rioters and protesters in recent. “Everyone. Please get into an orderly line. Food and water is on the left side. If you need medical aid then please get to the right line!” The organizer yells through his loudspeaker. There is a massive crowd currently at the Bingo’s Fairmart, only one mile away from the chaos that was the Westminster Square Mile riot-conflict. Bingo’s Fairmart is well-stocked with all forms of goodies being a large shop-mart, which is why the Bingo’s Fairmart is a prime target for the incoming riot-control and specialist firearm teams that wish to strip the rioters in the local area of their biggest supply-hold. Some background, the Bingo’s Fairmart was abandoned and then taken over by the local cell of the Socialist Ustran Party (SUP), in an effort to aid the rioters and further the revolution. It won’t be too long before authorities arrive, and the organizer knows this, prompting the present of certain SUP members expressing their open-carry rights with assault rifles in hand. “This is the police. This area has been declared as a safety hazard. Please remove yourselves for your own safety!” A police officer with a loudspeaker demands from the crowd at Bingo’s Fairmart, as armored police cars and trucks roll into the open-space of Marches Square Mall (where Bingo’s Fairmart is located, a big park with trees and greeny). The police quickly blocks off and isolates the supply depot with their manpower and cars. The organizer looks upon the police force, a few hundred meters away from the supply depot. A few minutes passes and things start to get tense with police slowly moving closer to the Bingo’s Fairmart. The armed SUP members also move up to the front, using trees, benches, and what else in Marches Square Mall, in reaction to the police. The police pull their pistols from their holsters, and the SUP members lift their assault rifles up in the air. A tense standoff occurs with the police and SUP members eyeing each other while armed, hands on the trigger. A shot is heard, the organizer looks around, unable to see where that came from. A scream is heard and a mere few seconds later, another discharge is heard. The doors of the police's armored trucks swing open, teams of specialist firearm teams rush forward. A barrage of rounds is fired forth from various SUP armed members, aiming at the cops and their cars. The crowd quickly panics as they try to avoid getting hit with screaming filling the air. The organizer looks in horror before coming to his senses. He ducks under a flipped table, using his radio to relay info to other SUP cell leaders in the area of the current fire-fight. A storm of messages flows through the radio with various SUP cell leaders hastily talking about the current situation. In the meanwhile, the organizer stuffs his radio into his coat pocket before taking out his pistol and placing on ear protection, dashing towards the action. The organizer uses a tree for cover with another fellow SUP member also right besides him, shooting onwards towards the cops. Even with ear protection, the guns being fired, which there were many being fired at the same time, caused some level of trouble for his ears. The specialist firearm teams (SFT) deployed (the equivalent of SWAT in the U.S) were the most threatening due to them having training made for counter-terror operations and the most experience with combat. The police armored trucks were being used as mobile cover, blocking the incoming fire brought by the SUP. The SFTs hood behind the trucks, taking potshot while moving along with their trucks. The organizer then noticed a couple of his people running towards the trucks before dropping down, an object flying towards the truck. An explosion engulfs one of the police’s trucks, knocking up dirt and flying random body parts of the SFTs in the air. The truck itself is no longer a truck but a heaping and smoking piece of scrap metal. A sharp pain is felt in the organizer’s stomach. He reaches down and touches the pain spot, realizing that he has been shot. Blood covers his finger-tips. The organizer fully hides behind his tree. The organizer drifts his head to the left and he sees his fellow man on the ground, bleeding heavily from gunshot wounds. The orc-man lifts his head up a bit before a powerful magnum round caves in his front skull, blasting off bone and flesh. There is no longer a face, but a portrait of pulled off red flesh as blood flows from the massive wound, more of an explosive that teared off his face. The organizer’s fate would be no different as an individual from one of the SFT quickly rushes towards the tree, sees the organizer, and places a ‘clean’ shotgun blast into the organizer’s skull.