26-12-2024, 02:14 AM
Quote:[3rd April 5590, 2000 Hours]
The Clock Strikes 11
Tiberius stood at the head of the grand table in the dining room, as waiters all passed out champagne glasses to all the attendees as he raised his glass to the crowd. "My esteemed ladies & gentlemen, was the meal to your liking?" Murmurs of approval and a light applause followed. "I am so very proud to host you all here as the new regime relocates to our humble Extea, we hope to continue to expand our diplomatic overtures to all nations represented here, and to once again give our utmost gratitude to our service men and women. The legion will be felled and the KPP restored to power, and with your help our continent returned to a peaceful status. To you, I raise my glass!" He held his champagne high in the air, as 80 glasses raised in unison. "For Kundrati!" The crowed chanted back in unison drinking deeply. They all delightfully clapped as varieties of deserts were brought out quickly and set before the attendees.
Tiberius sat down exhaling, he had been worried this would go haywire, but the night was finally drawing to a close. He could imagine the future aid packages arriving, the alliances signed and the recovery of the true capital of the country. He drank the last of his champagne and happily dug into his red velvet cake.
Minutes passed as he noticed some of his guests leaving the tables abruptly and some seemingly in discomfort, concerned waiters checking on them. Tiberius looking to the window as he saw a helicopter approaching the mansion. That was odd, he didn't remember anyone arriving via helipad. Thats when the first guest began convulsing, then 4, then 20. His eyes widened in horror as dozens of people began vomiting and seizing upon the carpeted floors in a cacophony of choked cries and screams. He rubbed his nose and saw blood smear upon his fingers when armed guards kicking down doors began wantonly slaughtering the entire staff with every manner of weapon. The sound was deafening, Tiberius in a panic stood to run only to meet the butt of a rifle in his nose. He crumped to the floor clutching his face in agony. The army soldier who had been guarding the front entrance loomed over him, "Going somewhere Mr. President?"
[2010 Hours]
The helicopter landed with a brisk thud as the squad jumping out with Bronislav secured the helipad and confirmed the building was secure. Bronislav ignoring the downpour of rain walked down the roof stairwell into the 2nd floor, down the spiral staircase. He stepped over multiple bodies sprawled upon the floor in every grotesque position, the smell of gunpowder and copper flooding the building. White carpets stained red with dried blood, he turned the corner walking into the butchery that was before him. four dozen corpses massacred upon the 40 meter long dining table, all kinds of elaborate dinnerwear and foods ruined and smashed. Bullet casings littered the floor and the elegant tuxedoed staff were all dead to a man, except one who saluted him as he walked by smiling widely. Bronislav returning the salute was then greeted by a muscular man in army fatigues. "Comrade Bronislav, we saved the last one for you." Tiberius was dragged before him his hands ziptied and shoved on his knees, Bronislav was handed his old ivory handled .45 caliber pistol and looked down on the pitiful man. Once again he had triumphed, once again though the world thought they could stop him he had been reborn from the ashes. God was on his side. The pitiful man looked up meekly awaiting his fate, as Bronislav leveled the gun and smote the sinner down in righteous justice. Kundrati had finally been liberated, the legion had won.