Disclaimer: I don't own Killzone; it is the property of Guerrilla Games and SCE
"Good day, my fellow Helghans, I am Jorhan Stahl. This is something of a rarity for me, because speeches are not my forte." Stahl began to slowly pace in front of the camera. "But honesty is, and I believe what I have to say today you'll find very... refreshing. My father and Visari, both great leaders, they built this country from nothing. Using sharp minds committed to our future, together, they built a nation. Visari gave us purpose and hope. My father's factories, they gave us the most powerful army the universe has ever known!"
"But our army has failed us. They have allowed themselves to become fat, lazy and careless! But that changes today! The time has come for some new fucking management. I know what this nation needs... and I will cut out this disease of compliance and subjugation." Captain Narville started to really worry. The two Helghast in front of him were starting to move toward the StA5X. 'Fuck!'
"So, to honor Visari, tomorrow we launch the greatest military campaign in our history and to celebrate that... I will give you justice, revenge! And the death... of his killers!" One of the two Helghast picked up the gun in front of them and started to charge it up the Petrusite cannon. He was so terrified he didn't even notice the door in the back opening up and letting in four new soldiers. The gun quickly swung from his face to that of Chairman Stahl.
"What is the meaning of this?" Stahl screamed. The soldier ripped of the helmet to reveal Sgt. Sev Sevchenko. "You!"
"Yeah, m-"Before the ISA soldier could finish a bullet ripped through his skull, spraying the captive captain next to him in a shower of blood and chunks of brain and skull. The captain sat there in shock. 'What the fuck?'
The Helghast next to him screamed out, "Sev!" and started to run out to him. He barely made it two steps before a knife plunged into him. He cried out as the knife continued to push him to the ground. The shock trooper wielding it stepped on his neck and looked over to the chairman.
"What should I do with him sir?" The trooper continued to apply more pressure as Rico screamed out in pain, blood gushing out of his wound.
"Tie him up with the captain." 'This just keeps getting better and better.' He looked back to the camera. "Sorry about that, the ISA are persistent if nothing else. I now would like to present you to all the fucker who personally murdered our great leader." He stepped over to the still bleeding body of Sev and picked up the bloody gun, wiping off some brain matter near the barrel's end.
"Now to prevent further complications I will personally avenge our Visari" He charged up the StA5X. The swirling green Petrusite formed at the end of the barrel. He released the trigger and watched in awe as the irradiated Petrusite swarmed around the bodies of Rico and Narville. They were lifted in the screaming as the weapon started to tear them apart. They both suddenly exploded, spraying a mist of blood everywhere. Chairman Stahl looked at the bloody clothes that were all that was left of the ISA soldiers. He just stood there and smiled. 'Damn, that never gets old.'
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Author's Note: This is my first fan fic, so please be gentle. Reviews would be wonderful, good and bad. I will explain everything, introduce new characters, and add much more length in the next chapter. Expect a lot more action soon. It should be up in a couple of days. Also feel free to ask questions, I will answer them to the best of my ability.
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