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(Base Story for Vindicating the Vendetta RP)

In the year of 2038, the United Kingdom had been taken over by the Norsefire party. 20 years previous, the world had begun to fall apart, especially due to the United States ‘War on Terror’ having spiralled out of control. People rarely talked of any other place outside of Britain, but most of the outside world is an implied chaos.

When Norsefire took control, they saved Britain form the crises by forcing them to embrace their fascist government. But now, for the past decade, the immediate dangers have subsided. Regardless, Norsefire has maintained a totalitarian government. They use their state-controlled media, the BTN, as a propaganda tool to support the government.

Norsefire also kept it’s citizens in fear. It punished all ‘Social deviant’; Homosexuals, criminals, and all those that didn’t fit the government’s bill. They were sent to Larkhill Detention Centre. The majority of the patients died.

But then came a man, both villain towards and victim of this government. He destroys the Old Bailey and takes over the BTN, and threatens to destroy Parliament. He, along with another woman, succeeded in both destroying Parliament and convincing the people to rebel against the government. He also killed five major people in the government, and those who did him and others wrong. They fell Norsefire and hoped to free the country.

For a while, it seemed so. Due to their leaders falling, the military was unsure of how to stop the protestors, and allowed them to proceed. But it is not as such anymore. Now, there is a new leader, and a newer Norsefire. The new party calls themselves the Arran, lead by Demarco Braddock. The strictness of Norsefire was child’s play compared to the power and harshness of Arran. Many people who had joined in the protest would disappear, along with anyone who dare speak ill of the government.

And now, in the world’s most dire times, it is the year of 2048, nearly 10 years since the V revolution, the people all remember, but none dare say the words. None dare stand up for fear of death, or even worse. In the time when most needed, few dare to remember the 5th of November, they forget the treason and plot. There are now many reasons that the gunpowder treason is quite often forgot.

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Unaware of the day, unsure of the month, and hoping she was wrong of the year, Rachel Martin calculated that she had been there around 8 or 9 years. She had been arrested for treason in 2040, just a few days after New Years. It was now, she figured, about 2048. 10 years, she thought. 10 years since he started the rebellion, since she was first inspired, since she had gained the courage to stand up for herself, for her country, and for the people. Norsefire had fell, and they all thought things would change, they would help the rest of Europe all regain itself. But they were wrong. Arran came into power, and Demarco Braddock ordered that all of the protesters be taken away on charge of treason. Things became what they were only a few months before.

How would he feel, she thought, to see his work, his life's commitment, his gift to the world, bring nothing but a few months of anarchy, and then an even worse Britain than Adam Susan had brought them. It was like a Third Reich gone to an even more extreme. They made Hitler and Susan look like schoolyard children. And there was no one to stop stop them.

And here she lay, on the cold concrete cell of Stirlingshire Prison Camp, just outside of Kingston, but far enough into the country where no one would guess. Then again, no one dare oppose the government. They could have placed it in plain sight, and none would speak, dare they end up on the others side of these walls.

She felt her ribs scrape against the floors as she rolled over onto her back. She grunted slightly in pain at the bruises than covered her body, the pain that never left. She knew the doctors would come soon, but these were no benevolent doctors, coming to save her; They came with needles and medications, and they were to be tested upon her and the others. She had been here so long, she was fairly sure she was one of the longest to survive. Bodies came and went like day and night, except much faster. They were soulless beings, no hope, no anger, just filled to the brim with defeat. They angered her to see them like this, beaten and defeated. Every time she saw one of them, be it their feet through the door cracks, if they were taken to the examinations rooms or for testing, she vowed once more to escape and do as he did; to bring the revolution about once more, so that he did not die in vain.

A moan cracked through the air. "No! No! No more! Not again! No!!" Came the horrid screams of a man, she figured in the next cell. He continued his crying, and she heard his feeble struggling and he scraped and hit against the walls. She heard the crack of a club hitting his head, and his skull cracking off the floor or wall.
"Nice job, you dumb brute, you've killed him" She heard one of the doctor's voices complain.
"It's not like there aren't more" He replied in a gruff voice.
"Maybe so, but this isn't about quantity of patients; We need them to survive and see how long they can, or if they do. It's a time-trial. Make sure it doesn't happen again. And get him out of here quickly, we've got a new shipment coming today anyways" The doctor replied to him as the heavy metal door banged shut. She heard his footsteps come down the line to her door. He banged the door heavily and he opened it and it hit the wall, leaving a small dent in the concrete. He was clearly angered by his loss of an experiment.

She attempted to sit up against the wall as he rushed towards her and pulled out a needle.
"Sit still" He ordered as he punched the needle into her emaciated shoulder and injected it carelessly. He left momentarily and came back with a small needle and came back with several vials. He strapped a rubber band around her thin bicep and searched momentarily for the vein. More calmed now, he carefully inserted the needle and attached one of the vials. He looked down at her arm while it filled, and she watched it for a moment. She looked up at his face, studying it for a second. He looked up, and then, after catching her eye, immediately looked back down, as if embarrassed. After filling all the small vials, he took out the needle and put a cap on it. He untied the band and stood up.
"Yeah, I don't think I could look me in the eyes either" She called to him as he exited, causing his to slam the door again. She gave a slight laugh at him, a thing she hadn't felt in a while.