26-10-2024, 02:52 PM
Wiel, Nrkta Jrkahok neighbourhood, the house of Director-General of the RSB Nrljkai Kengljy, 10 September 5560, 23:57.
He sipped the cognac again, a vintage from Rildanor, smooth and sweet. The perfect blend of flavours and balance, he wondered how long he could still order this beautiful stuff from Canrille before embargos would be enacted. While contemplating and raising the glass for another sip he suddenly noticed the red light of the silent alarm blinking. He froze and felt the hairs in his neck raise. In a whirlwind he put his cognac down and walked towards a monitor showing the camera feed of his house. His eyes darted across the screens as several of them went offline. He could hear a muffled shout from downstairs and spotted two of his RSB agents on guard duty running by on one of the feeds before it too went offline. He cursed under his breath as an anger filled him, he opened the drawer on the desk and took out his service pistol. By then he heard suppressed shots and thuds.
With a deep sigh he stepped towards the door, remembering his cyanide pill in his small safe under the bed. Too little too late. When they kicked the door open he got off two shots, hitting the assailant in his chest and cheek. The dark clad figure slumped on the floor. But then a loud bang and a bright flash left him deafened and blinded. The pistol was slammed from his hands and a powerful punch to his gut put him on the floor. By the time he regained all his senses he could see the downed man being given medical aid. Then he looked up to a towering figure in a balaclava aiming a pistol at his head. Ironic, he had ordered so many of these killings and now he was the one staring down that barrel. "Long live the Emperor," the man said, pulling the trigger. Then there was only darkness.
Wiel, Old Town, Manor of the Prefect, 11 September 5560, 0:12.
"Wake up, ma'am, wake up." She was still half asleep looking at her security agent Pawl. "Ma'am, we need to go - now. Emergency protocol." She nodded and got out of bed, Pawl barely let her grab a robe before he guided her out of the bedroom. "Wh-what is going on?" she asked him. He did not answer. They went through a hidden door into the secret armour-plated room. Another one of her bodyguards was waiting there. "Madam Prefect, a situation is developing, the highest levels of government are being targeted. Right now there are armed men making their way through the Manor." She shook her head. "Who? RSB?" For a moment the man hesitated. "No, they are being targeted too." Her mind went to one person. He couldn't.. he wouldn't.. Or would he? He had never liked being told what to do and Dorfluzke-Mardoh's playbook severely limited his powers. "The Emperor," she finally said, "these armed assailants must be of the Royal Guard." Pawl looked pale. He had every right to be, even a well-trained government protection agent was not trained to fight Wrnuke's most elite military unit.
The problem with facing an enemy from within is that they know as much as you do, sometimes even more. Hiding in the 'bugout room' was only a temporary solution, which soon became clear as the phone in the room started ringing. One of the agents picked up and then hesitantly laid the phone on his shoulder, turning to her. "Madam Prefect, it's Deputy Director-General Amrun.. calling for you.." she nodded and extended her hand, taking the horn. "Deputy Director-General, why would you call this late in the evening?" Snake, she thought. You traitorous snake. "Prefect Nasir, please go get dressed, the Emperor would like to meet you. Tell the guards to stand down, there must be no needless bloodshed, surely we can both agree to that." She kept silent for ten seconds before answering. "Very well." She stepped past her agent to put the horn down. "Inform everyone to stand down, I must be off to meet the Emperor." With that she gestured Pawl to open the doors for her.
Banstill, Royal Palace, personal quarters of the Emperor, 11 September 5560, 1:02.
"Enter." The Emperor said after they knocked on his door. "Your Majesty, the Prefect is being transported now to meet you. Director Amrun and General Krlmékez have reported full success. Senior figures are in custody, Kengljy neutralized, minimal casualties." He nodded. "Thank you, Daníl." The man made a short bow and left the office. A smile crept on his face. Finally they were back in control, as the dynasty ought to be. For decades they had bowed to the will of Dorfluzke-Mardoh and his so-called 'playbook'. A twisted game to pitch Jelbics against each other within his Empire. When the old man finally passed away at 79 last year he knew the time had come to regain control. Wrnuke always flourished the most when it was under direct control of the monarch. For now however the façade of democracy would be kept up, at least if Prefect Nasir played along..
He sipped the cognac again, a vintage from Rildanor, smooth and sweet. The perfect blend of flavours and balance, he wondered how long he could still order this beautiful stuff from Canrille before embargos would be enacted. While contemplating and raising the glass for another sip he suddenly noticed the red light of the silent alarm blinking. He froze and felt the hairs in his neck raise. In a whirlwind he put his cognac down and walked towards a monitor showing the camera feed of his house. His eyes darted across the screens as several of them went offline. He could hear a muffled shout from downstairs and spotted two of his RSB agents on guard duty running by on one of the feeds before it too went offline. He cursed under his breath as an anger filled him, he opened the drawer on the desk and took out his service pistol. By then he heard suppressed shots and thuds.
With a deep sigh he stepped towards the door, remembering his cyanide pill in his small safe under the bed. Too little too late. When they kicked the door open he got off two shots, hitting the assailant in his chest and cheek. The dark clad figure slumped on the floor. But then a loud bang and a bright flash left him deafened and blinded. The pistol was slammed from his hands and a powerful punch to his gut put him on the floor. By the time he regained all his senses he could see the downed man being given medical aid. Then he looked up to a towering figure in a balaclava aiming a pistol at his head. Ironic, he had ordered so many of these killings and now he was the one staring down that barrel. "Long live the Emperor," the man said, pulling the trigger. Then there was only darkness.
Wiel, Old Town, Manor of the Prefect, 11 September 5560, 0:12.
"Wake up, ma'am, wake up." She was still half asleep looking at her security agent Pawl. "Ma'am, we need to go - now. Emergency protocol." She nodded and got out of bed, Pawl barely let her grab a robe before he guided her out of the bedroom. "Wh-what is going on?" she asked him. He did not answer. They went through a hidden door into the secret armour-plated room. Another one of her bodyguards was waiting there. "Madam Prefect, a situation is developing, the highest levels of government are being targeted. Right now there are armed men making their way through the Manor." She shook her head. "Who? RSB?" For a moment the man hesitated. "No, they are being targeted too." Her mind went to one person. He couldn't.. he wouldn't.. Or would he? He had never liked being told what to do and Dorfluzke-Mardoh's playbook severely limited his powers. "The Emperor," she finally said, "these armed assailants must be of the Royal Guard." Pawl looked pale. He had every right to be, even a well-trained government protection agent was not trained to fight Wrnuke's most elite military unit.
The problem with facing an enemy from within is that they know as much as you do, sometimes even more. Hiding in the 'bugout room' was only a temporary solution, which soon became clear as the phone in the room started ringing. One of the agents picked up and then hesitantly laid the phone on his shoulder, turning to her. "Madam Prefect, it's Deputy Director-General Amrun.. calling for you.." she nodded and extended her hand, taking the horn. "Deputy Director-General, why would you call this late in the evening?" Snake, she thought. You traitorous snake. "Prefect Nasir, please go get dressed, the Emperor would like to meet you. Tell the guards to stand down, there must be no needless bloodshed, surely we can both agree to that." She kept silent for ten seconds before answering. "Very well." She stepped past her agent to put the horn down. "Inform everyone to stand down, I must be off to meet the Emperor." With that she gestured Pawl to open the doors for her.
Banstill, Royal Palace, personal quarters of the Emperor, 11 September 5560, 1:02.
"Enter." The Emperor said after they knocked on his door. "Your Majesty, the Prefect is being transported now to meet you. Director Amrun and General Krlmékez have reported full success. Senior figures are in custody, Kengljy neutralized, minimal casualties." He nodded. "Thank you, Daníl." The man made a short bow and left the office. A smile crept on his face. Finally they were back in control, as the dynasty ought to be. For decades they had bowed to the will of Dorfluzke-Mardoh and his so-called 'playbook'. A twisted game to pitch Jelbics against each other within his Empire. When the old man finally passed away at 79 last year he knew the time had come to regain control. Wrnuke always flourished the most when it was under direct control of the monarch. For now however the façade of democracy would be kept up, at least if Prefect Nasir played along..