Post by signasul on May 24, 2007 19:27:03 GMT -5
“I’d like to thank you all for coming to this meeting to day.” spoke a graying stoat, as he stood behind an old oak podium. The room he was in was massive. Beasts from all 4 corners of the world sat at attention, all of them waiting to hear the committee’s recommendations.
“As you all are no doubt aware” continued the stoat “last week at 7 pm Old world standard time, reactor 16 in the Mossflower nuclear power plant lost its supply of coolant water. At 7:15 pm reactor 16 blew its top, killing 16 workers, and wounding 4 others. The explosion created a cloud of radioactive fall out that covered an area of 67 miles. Redwall, and North Wood were evacuated the next day. Teams of suicide workers gave they’re lives to build a 500 yard lead and concrete shell over reactor 16 to contain the radiation. However nothing can be done about the 67 mile wide area of contamination.”
“What about soil regeneration!” called out a mongoose “Why not use that, it’s worked before!”
“If this was a small scale accident, we would agree, but this is a major catastrophe, and I’m afraid that regeneration just inset possible on something of this magnitude.”
There was an air of shock around the room as the real meaning of the stoats words became clear.
“Redwall, North Wood, and the surrounding areas are to be permanently sealed off. The survivors will be relocated, and all entrances to the zone will be sealed…forever.
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68 sessions later…
Klesk looked down at the small Geiger counter in his paws. The radiation in the area was still too high, way too high. The weasel sighed, and took a box from a pocket in the breast of his laid lined trench cote. The object; anti-rad gum, which he quickly snapped up and swallowed it.
The weasel stood in the thicket of red and brown brayers, and breathed the heavy fogged air. Lessoning to the G.C. clicking away in the morning light.
…Not a single sound to join in.
But that’s how it was here in heart of Red flower wood. It was called Mossflower, it was. So long ago, 68 sessions as a matter of fact. Those, as they say, were the days. Peace, freedom, justness and all that! Real weepy, mellow crap. Before the accident, before reactor 16, before the exclusion zone.
But hell, why should he care, ain’t like none of it matters now. Now it’s was just him, and the woods, the dead, red stained woods.
“As you all are no doubt aware” continued the stoat “last week at 7 pm Old world standard time, reactor 16 in the Mossflower nuclear power plant lost its supply of coolant water. At 7:15 pm reactor 16 blew its top, killing 16 workers, and wounding 4 others. The explosion created a cloud of radioactive fall out that covered an area of 67 miles. Redwall, and North Wood were evacuated the next day. Teams of suicide workers gave they’re lives to build a 500 yard lead and concrete shell over reactor 16 to contain the radiation. However nothing can be done about the 67 mile wide area of contamination.”
“What about soil regeneration!” called out a mongoose “Why not use that, it’s worked before!”
“If this was a small scale accident, we would agree, but this is a major catastrophe, and I’m afraid that regeneration just inset possible on something of this magnitude.”
There was an air of shock around the room as the real meaning of the stoats words became clear.
“Redwall, North Wood, and the surrounding areas are to be permanently sealed off. The survivors will be relocated, and all entrances to the zone will be sealed…forever.
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68 sessions later…
Klesk looked down at the small Geiger counter in his paws. The radiation in the area was still too high, way too high. The weasel sighed, and took a box from a pocket in the breast of his laid lined trench cote. The object; anti-rad gum, which he quickly snapped up and swallowed it.
The weasel stood in the thicket of red and brown brayers, and breathed the heavy fogged air. Lessoning to the G.C. clicking away in the morning light.
…Not a single sound to join in.
But that’s how it was here in heart of Red flower wood. It was called Mossflower, it was. So long ago, 68 sessions as a matter of fact. Those, as they say, were the days. Peace, freedom, justness and all that! Real weepy, mellow crap. Before the accident, before reactor 16, before the exclusion zone.
But hell, why should he care, ain’t like none of it matters now. Now it’s was just him, and the woods, the dead, red stained woods.