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| Lord Aragonn | Nov 16 2014, 04:29 PM Post #1 |
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The Jarl waited at the train station, eagerly waiting for the first shipment of cookies from his new allies. These weren't any ordinary cookies. These were soft chocolate chip cookies. These cookies could reduce crime by a huge amount. If only the cookies would arrive faster...
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| Lord Inquisitor Colberius X | Sep 19 2015, 11:05 PM Post #61 |
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Since his second year as a member of the Consilium, Colberius X could count on Festus Mann to protect him. Mann's days as the only bodyguard of a junior Councillor were long over, and he was now the head of the head of the hundred-man strong Executive Security Detail. Highly capable, competent, and qualified, Mann was willing and able to do whatever it took to ensure his friend's safety. As such, he took his job very seriously and took numerous precautions. Mann's office was off the anteroom leading to the Regent's office, and its glass walls afforded him a view of everyone coming to meet with the Regent. He had two guards posted on either side of the Regent's office door, and two more in the hallway. There were sixteen others standing by within the complex at any given time, ready to secure an exit route, prep vehicles for a hasty departure, or respond to a threat. The security of the Executorium Complex itself was beyond his purview, but he had access to all of its surveillance feeds and security systems. He was confident that he could handle whatever he had to deal with, especially within the Executorium complex. Today was the day to put his preparations to the test. Unfortunately for him, this was not a threat from without, but from within. Office of the Regent Executorium Complex, Maglium, Colbentielle Colberius X was thoroughly surprised when Laurentus's aide, Markus, informed him that the reason he couldn't reach the Emperor was because he was paying a visit to the Aesir Empire. For nearly an hour, the Regent had been attempting to contact Laurentus in order to clarify rumors passed on to him by various intelligence departments. Now Markus had spent the better part of another hour explaining the situation. "Most unexpected, indeed... Tell me, then, who is currently in charge in Laurentus?" Markus replied, "With Sarilla in Frostmark, Maximus in Miricano, and Laurentus in the Aesir Empire, I have the authority to speak on behalf of our empire. So does Jenz, now that he has revealed himself to be loyal to the emperor, but I am now loyal to his daughter, Sarilla. Gendo is actively plotting to overthrow the empire, thus his authority is only recognised by Kuncache, and not Laurentus States, New Hatfield, or Hatoria." The Regent thought carefully for a moment, and then asked, "Does this change the relationship between Colbentielle and Laurentus States?" Markus shook his head, and then added, "I hereby declare that any Colbentiellians are welcome as refugees, and will be treated with the highest respect, in the kingdoms of Laurentus States, Hatoria, and New Hatfield. Laurentian craft will travel through Frostmark, if the Frostmarkers are willing, to land at the southern-most point of Colbentielle and extract any important figures out of the country that can reach the ships." "Thank you for that," Colberius replied gravely, "But so-called important figures are not the priority. Children and the elderly take precedence. But we'll work that out later. Right now, my more pressing concern is: is there a place in Laurentus States that is stable enough for refugees?" Markus thought for a minute before giving his answer. "We will also attempt to set up a secure area with a 200km radius from our point of arrival in Colbentielle, deploying as many troops as we can while defending our empire from the Kuncacheans and Aesir. Our missile programs should keep the Aesir at bay, but it is best not to take any chances. So if the Frostmarkers can be convinced to lend some of their might, we can set up a larger area, and also make it more secure." Colberius nodded, asking, "Are there any other preparations we should take at this point?" "I would contact Empress Laurentus, if I knew how to get a hold of her, but I do not. Perhaps your people can arrange that. If I could contact her, I would ask her to convince the Frostmarkers to go for this plan, and also slowly secure more and more territory as our troops march north with theirs." "I'll see what I can do," said the Regent. He prepared to sever the link, but then thought of another question. "I have to ask... Why haven't you just bombed them yet?" "Bombing Miricano isn't an ideal solution, as the collateral damage would just be too much. It may become a viable strategy at some point, but currently, I just don't know of a way to do it easily. If the Frostmarkers have some sort of way to do it from space, I would advise it, with some reservations because of Maximus's presence in Miricano, and the millions of innocent Miricanian lives lost in the process, but this is war. While I don't care much about Maximus anymore, I don't think Sarilla will be so quick to give up on her cousin." The Regent's face was chiseled from ice. "The Miricanians lost their innocence when they stood by and let my nation's children burn. Colberius out." Office of the Secretary of Intelligence Department of Intelligence, Executorium Complex, Maglium, Colbentielle Deimos Randar was not a fan of irony. However, the irony of his current situation was not lost on him. He, the Secretary of Intelligence, was about to carry out an assassination, one of the many important things it was his job to prevent. No, the irony was not lost on him, but he did not think it was humorous. Randar didn’t smile at all as he filled a syringe with 10 mg of cyclosarin, an extremely potent G-series nerve agent. He was only doing what was necessary. Office of the Praetor Praetorium Complex, Maglium, Colbentielle Perplexed and growing more frustrated by the minute, Nathan Minro tried once more to raise Krani Nebla's communicator. "Where in blazes could he be? Computer, put me through to Maelstrom." After nearly ten seconds, the image of Maelstrom's communications officer filled the screen. "Praetor," said the man, bringing his right fist to his chest. Minro returned the salute. "Give me Admiral Samwar." "Yes, sir." Maelstrom was one of Colbentielle's four full-size carriers, along with Vortex, Cyclone, and Tempest. It was currently attached to Admiral Ira Samwar's Trylox Battle Group, which was spearheading Operation Imbris against Science. The dour visage of Colbentielle's Fleet Admiral filled the screen. "Praetor." "Ira, we have a problem." Samwar's left eyebrow arched, and he said, "I assume that you're referring to the Primus Legatus?" Minro nodded and added, "Captain Rauhn informed me that the Primus Legatus left Eradiactor two hours ago, claiming my authorization." Samwar sighed, saying, "He needs to be dealt with." The Praetor had steel in his voice as he said, "I'll take care of him myself. Minro out." Praefectura Castrum Aurelianus, Cessatus, Colbentielle "Sir!" The Praefectus Aurelianus snapped to attention as the Primus Legatus swept into the Castrum Operations Center. Krani Nebla returned the salute with barely a pause in his stride. The Praefectus fell into step beside him. "Forgive me, Legate, but I was under the impression that you were still overseeing Operation Imbris." Nebla didn't even turn towards his subordinate to answer. "Admiral Samwar has things well in hand. I am needed more here." Nebla paused before continuing. "There are certain things which demand my...personal attention." Office of the Secretary of Security Department of Security, Executorium Complex, Maglium, Colbentielle "Secretary Randar to see you, Ma'am." Her assistant's voice startled Barra Dorsidhion out of her stupor. She had been deep in thought. Her situation was hard enough already without Randar's meddling. The man had always been too smart for his own good. She didn't need this, not now. Dorsidhion sighed, and then pressed the button for her intercom. "Send him in." The door slid open, and the Secretary of Intelligence strode into the room. Dorsidhion stood, saying, "Deimos." Randar acknowledged her with a nod, and took her cue to sit facing her desk. She sat back down, and looked at him. "What can I do for you?" "We need to talk. In private." She looked at him strangely. "We're alone..." "Stop recording this conversation, Barra. I've already turned off my recording device. Feel free to check." Dorsidhion's eyes grew wide with anger, and her voice was cold as she said, "You...bugged...my office??? Deimos, I..." "It's my job, Barra, and I'm sorry. Now, please turn off your device." He looked at her apologetically, and she wordlessly reached under her desk to switch off her recorder. Randar took a moment to compose himself, and plunged right in. "You and I both know what's about to happen. You and I both know that we're on opposite sides here." He paused and gave her a pleading look. "You and I both know that there's still time for you to choose the right side." Whatever Dorsidhion had been expecting, Randar had caught her off guard. Searching for words, Dorsidhion sputtered, "I... What... You-" Randar cut in. "I'll do what I have to do, for the good of Colbentielle, and I can't let you stop me, Barra." The Secretary of Security let out a short, barking laugh, and gave her friend a steely look. "And I can't let you do what you have planned, so it seems we're at an impasse. What are you going to do, Deimos, arrest me?" He met her gaze, unflinching. "You know I don't work that way, Barra. I'm sorry, old friend." With only a moment's hesitation, Randar threw himself across the desk. A syringe appeared in his hand, headed directly for Dorsidhion's neck. A muffled report sounded, and then Randar crashed into his former friend. His momentum knocked her chair over and carried them both to the ground. Shaking her head to clear away the stars, Barra Dorsidhion rolled the much heavier Deimos Randar off of her and shakily got to her feet. Her assistant had rushed in to see what all the noise was and stood in the doorway, mouth agape and eyes wide. "Call the leader," said Dorsidhion, carefully pulling the syringe out of her shoulder. "Tell him we've been compromised." The assistant turned to go, but Barra called after her, "Wait, use his communicator; it’ll be secure. Hold on." On the floor, Randar gasped for breath, one hand clutched to the rapidly spreading stain on his midsection, the other groping for the gun in his boot. Dorsidhion slipped the pistol she had concealed in her lap back under her jacket and kneeled next him. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, Deimos. You always were a good friend, so I'll make this as quick for you as you were going to make it for me." She stabbed the syringe into the base of his neck and depressed the plunger, sending all 10 mg of cyclosarin into his bloodstream, more than eight times the lethal dose. Randar sputtered, choking on his own blood, and said, "You...still...lose..." The light left his eyes and his shuddering ceased as soon as the last word passed his lips. Dorsidhion pulled Randar's comlink from his pocket and tossed it to her assistant. "Go." The door slid shut behind the retreating figure of her still-shocked assistant, and then she was alone. As the adrenaline of the situation wore off, the full reality of what had just transpired hit her. She told herself, It had to happen... He was here to kill you, anyway! It was pointless. What cause could drive friends to kill each other, and still be worth it? Kneeling on the floor of her office next to a corpse, Barra Dorsidhion broke down and cried. Edited by Colberius X, Sep 30 2015, 09:56 AM.
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| Lord Inquisitor Colberius X | Sep 19 2015, 11:37 PM Post #62 |
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Office of the Secretary of Intelligence Department of Intelligence, Executorium Complex, Maglium, Colbentielle The lights were off in Deimos Randar's office, but the room was not completely dark. The screen of his computer terminal gave off a faint glow that illuminated one corner of the room. On its screen, a timer counted down, waiting for a code to be input. The code to stop it would never come. The computer could not know that its user had ceased living almost fifteen minutes before, nor would it have cared. So it continued counting down the seconds, bound for zero and what waited there. Safehouse Port Alexandria, Miricano "I'm afraid you're right." Gamma was not happy to admit that Maximus may have found their only way out. "Flying out with Roen is your best bet. I'm starting to get used to using a child as a hostage, and I hate myself for it." Sigma asked, "The travel agency that was our cover has an aircraft, and any of us can fly it. The problem is getting to it, if it hasn't already been seized by Miricanian authorities." Maximus shook his head. "Getting to it isn't an issue. We have the boy." Grimacing, Gamma said, "You're right. That's your way out." Maximus and Alpha caught his choice of words. He sighed when they both shot him a look. "I'm not coming with you." Office of the Administrator Executorium Complex, Maglium, Colbentielle Elias Grahamsy was at his desk when his comlink sounded. His computer informed him that Deimos Randar was calling, and Grahamsy opened the link. The call lasted several minutes, and then the Administrator shut down his computer terminal. He punched in a code to unlock one of his desk drawers, and withdrew a small pistol and concealed holster. Fastening the holster onto his right forearm and pulling his sleeve down over it, he got up from his desk and left his office. It was time to pay a visit to the Regent. Office of the Proconsul Valkryt Magisterium, Maglium, Colbentielle Proconsul Owen Vale welcomed his visitors warmly. A man and a woman, they sat down in the chairs he offered to them. Long-time acquaintances of his who worked for the Department of Finance, they had called him with a few questions about discrepancies they had found while auditing the district budget. He had been glad to meet with them in person, and they had showed up for their meeting right on time. Perhaps he would have been more wary had he known that one of them was also a Blackwatch operator. As he took his seat behind his desk, the Proconsul asked his guests, “Now, what seems to be the problem?” The two auditors were rifling through their briefcases, and didn’t answer him immediately. When they did, Vale was quite surprised by the answer, but only for a moment. Pulling a silenced pistol out of his briefcase, the male Finance agent said, “You.” The startled look on the Proconsul’s face became permanent as a single shot took him through the heart. Without wasting a moment, the woman pulled on a pair of gloves and began working on Vale’s computer terminal. Uploading a particularly nasty bit of Blackwatch software onto the terminal, she erased all trace of their visit from the system in a matter of minutes. Then she deactivated the Magisterium’s security systems for the next five minutes. Walking out of the Proconsul’s office, they approached his secretary and engaged her in conversation. Without warning, the female auditor lunged forward and injected the secretary with the contents of a syringe she had kept out of sight. The secretary slumped forward, unconscious. She’d be alright in an hour, but would have no memory of the two visitors, the last people to see Proconsul Owen Vale alive. Bridge, Eradicator Off the coast of Rationalist Science Gavin Rauhn, captain of the battleship Eradicator, surveyed his bridge. All stations reported ready. The response from Rationalist Science had been received twenty minutes earlier, and bombardment of military installations was set to begin in less than three minutes. Rauhn had never been tasked with anything of this nature, and was doing everything by the book. “Communications, confirm authorization.” It took almost a minute before the lieutenant at Communications tilted his head to one side as the response from the Maelstrom came through. "Admiral Samwar says, 'Green light.'" Captain Rauhn set his mouth in a grim line. "You heard him, ladies and gentlemen. Commence Stage Two." Edited by Colberius X, Sep 30 2015, 09:59 AM.
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| Lord Inquisitor Colberius X | Sep 19 2015, 11:38 PM Post #63 |
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Office of the Regent Executorium Complex, Maglium, Colbentielle "Administrator Grahamsy to see you, sir." The Administrator kept his nervousness well hidden as the Regent's secretary notified Colberius X of his arrival. Through a transparent wall, Grahamsy could see Festus Mann at his desk, poring over threat reports. If only he knew. "Send him in." Without a glance at the guards flanking the door, the Administrator entered the Regent's office. Colberius stood as he entered, saying, "Elias, sit down. You said it was urgent?" Grahamsy waited for the door to close before he moved. Colberius merely looked on in curiosity as the Administrator reached up his sleeve. Once Grahamsy withdrew his hand, the very fabric of Colbentielle was changed, and there was no going back. Operations Center Praetorium Complex, Maglium, Colbentielle "Captain Rauhn is seeking confirmation to commence the attack, sir." The Praetor stood impassively, surveying the red-lit room from his elevated command platform as a situations officer kept him apprised of communications chatter. "Admiral Samwar has responded in the affirmative." On one of the monitors lining the wall, massive shipboard guns opened fire; the lack of audio made the image somehow seem less real. Another monitor showed a wing of precision strike bombers streaking out of the hanger of an enormous fleet carrier. Communications chatter filled the air. Suddenly, the entire room went silent and dark. Monitors went black and headsets went quiet, cut off in midsentence. Only the red lights lining the walls were left to cast a dim glow on the confused officers and techs. The Praetor's voice was ice. "Report." Legatus Senell, looking over the shoulder of one of the Operations Officers, "It appears that we've lost the signal from the relay at Castrum Aurelianus, Praetor." "Then find out why. In the meantime, reroute the feeds through other relays. Those monitors had better be alive again when I get back." With that, Nathan Minro whirled and strode out of the room. Sweeping down the hallway with long strides, the Praetor pressed his left ring finger and thumb together, answering his implanted communicator. There were five people in the world who could reach him that way, and none of them would use it for anything less than an emergency. He whispered, barely moving his lips. "Minro. Go ahead." It was a familiar voice that answered him, and the fear audible in the normally calm tone cut the Praetor to the core. "Nathan... We may have a slight...situation." Office of the Adjunct Vice Counsel of Cultural Preservation Executorium Complex, Maglium, Colbentielle It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be the one in control. This was not the way he wanted to die. The four agents had come to arrest him on the express orders of the Secretary of Security herself. One from the CCIB, one from the Justice Department, and two from the CSA. At the moment the knuckles rapped on his door, he had a schedule open on his terminal: a minute-by-minute plan for the demise of Colbentielle’s government. By the time they finished announcing their presence outside his office, there was no trace of the file left on his terminal. But Joc knew that if they were here, it was too late already. So he had invited them in. The judicial and the CSA agents had stepped inside while the CCIB agent waited in the hall. Producing a warrant, the judicial had read the charges and asked him if he were going to cause trouble. Joc had laughed at that, said that he knew why they were really here. The judicial looked confused, but the CSA and CCIB agents didn’t bat an eye. Now, ten minutes later, Joc found himself securely tied in the back of the CSA agents’ vehicle, bruised but alive. Out of a skewed sense of guilt, he had tried not to hurt the judicial too much; he had not had such reservations with the other three agents. The Director of Blackwatch had not gone down easily, but he did go down in the end. Now, in the back of the CSA car, Joc had time to mull over his situation. He tried his implanted communicator, but something in the vehicle or surrounding area was blocking its signal. It was a few minutes later that he realized why he hadn’t just been eliminated. After all of this goes down, they'll need someone to throw to the people. And I’m too good to pass up. |
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| Lord Inquisitor Colberius X | Sep 19 2015, 11:41 PM Post #64 |
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Forty-seven minutes after the door of the Regent's office closed behind the Administrator, the overthrow of the current leadership of Colbentielle reached its focal point. Multiple assassination attempts were carried out, most of them successfully. Simultaneously, across the nation, communications grids shut down. The national monorail system came screeching to a halt. Government buildings lost all power. This was the work of Jace Lurin, the Secretary of Infrastructure. However, as significant as his contribution to the downfall of Colbentielle was, Lurin was merely a pawn, albeit a powerful one. The other pieces on his side of the board included a Councillor, a Rector, numerous Senators, several other Secretaries, and many members of the bureaucracy and armed forces. Most were there by choice, some by necessity, and others through force. But they were nothing without their leader and his beliefs. His driving belief was that the current government of Colbentielle was ineffective, and it was time for a new one to take its place. One created in his own image. Subterranean Monorail Station Beneath the Praetorium Complex, Maglium, Colbentielle Nathan Minro stepped out of the lift before the doors were even fully open. The guards on either side of the door glanced at him and snapped to attention, but he ignored them completely. Even Operation Imbris was only a background preoccupation at the moment. As he waited for a car to arrive, he only thought about the warning he had just received. After less than a minute, a car arrived. He waited for the doors to open, but nothing could have prepared him for the moment that they did. A young man stepped out of the car, flanked by a pair of Colbentielle Special Operations Troopers. The Praetor's face contorted into an image of fury. "You." The man frowned. "You aren't supposed to be here, Praetor. If you're here, that means you're going to miss-" An explosion shook the station, raining dust from the ceiling. The man just sighed. "That." Nathan Minro's expression shifted from rage to shock. "Was that…" The man from the train replied to the unspoken question without missing a beat. "Yes, it was. Centered in the Operations Room. Where you were supposed to be." The man shook his head. "A pity." Minro saw the guards from the lift enter the edges of his peripheral vision, weapon ready. "Yes. A pity." The Praetor threw himself forward, knocking the man backwards into the side of the monorail car. Younger and nimbler, the man was an even match for the larger Praetor. They grappled for almost a minute before the Special Ops Troopers hauled Minro off. It was then that he saw the two guards from the lift, cut down when they'd tried to help him. They hadn't stood a chance. The man spit a stream of blood and a broken tooth before turning his attention to the restrained Praetor. "I'm sorry, Nathan. I really am. But I have to do what it takes to ensure that Colbentielle survives." The last thing Nathan Minro saw before his vision went black was Primus Legatus Krani Nebla, shaking his head in disapproval. |
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