Anselmus
17-04-2008, 04:30
Colonel Pat Spotswood, Imperial Guard, was shocked.
"Sire, you know we can't do that. It takes hours of preparation at every site before we move you anywhere. You can't just up and tell us you want to go clubbing NOW...sire."
Holy Emperor Johann IV von Hohmann grinned sheepishly.
"I know, Pat. Er, Colonel. But Maddie wants to go to the club now, and I want to take her."
"But sire--"
"I don't wish to ask again, Colonel."
"Yes, sire."
Saluting, the soldier left the room.
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"This is ridiculous. Impetuous bastard. His father wasn't nearly as much trouble."
Sergeant Major Marc Daumier, head of the Emperor's security detail, nodded his agreement.
"Very true, sir...If he wants to make it to the club tonight, we won't have time to mobilize the full company. I've sent Detachment Alpha to the club via chopper to check the club quickly and set up positions in the area. Detachment Bravo will man the motorcade. That's really all we can do now."
"That'll do, Sarge. Let's hope this young idiot doesn't get you all killed..."
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It was half past midnight on a Friday, and the Club Palatino was in full swing. The line outside went around the block, and no one missed the three black Land Rovers and an Audi A8L pull up in front. The sound of cell phone cameras mingled with the voices of excited club patrons filled the air as Anselmus' 25-year old Emperor and his beautiful girlfriend, Magdalena Briganti, followed Daumier out of the vehicle and into the club.
"Now Sergeant Daumier, if you must be in the club with me, I would like you and your men inconspicuously around the wall, not in the crowd."
"Yes, sire. You won't notice us."
It was as Daumier promised. Detachment Bravo, Johann's personal bodyguard for the evening, was dressed casually. Blazers, oxford shirts, jeans, and Pumas prevailed. Their H&K M45 sidearms were well concealed. An hour passed with Johann and Magdalena blissfully dancing the night away. And then it happened.
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A black stretch limo slid smoothly into the space in front of the Palatino vacated by the Emperor's motorcade. Expecting another group of high-rollers that frequent the joint every weekend, a bouncer approached the vehicle and opened the rear door. Without warning shots rang forth as a man carrying an AK-74 jumped out and shot the bouncer through the head. The two Guardsmen on either side of the front door barely had time to raise their weapons before they, too, went down in a hail of gunfire. There was nothing Detachment Alpha could do to stop the lead gunman as he stormed into the club. Seconds later, the remaining Guardsmen on the club's roof opened fire on the limo. Though two more gunmen escaped into the club, the rest were cut down in the car and on the sidewalk. A well-aimed shot from a sniper's M110 rifle killed the limo's driver instantly. The half-dozen other Guardsmen on the street below engaged the Russian- and Yanitarian-armed gunmen with their HK416 assault rifles. The situation outside seemed under control, but inside, chaos reigned.
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Daumier barely heard the word "Breach!" screamed in his earpiece before the four unknown gunmen stormed in the front door, firing their weapons wildly.
"Everyone get down! Down!"
The two Guardsmen by the door were already down before they could draw their handguns. Screams drowned out the music as people ran for cover from the merciless fire of the gunmen. Daumier and the other Imperial Guard inside the club attempted to find the Emperor, but he had vanished from their sight. Bodies were scattered everywhere as club-goers were struck by randomly-fired bullets. Finally having a clear line of sight on the lead gunman, Daumier raised his piece and fired three shots, two of which struck the man in the head. It seemed like an eternity passed before the other two gunmen were felled by impeccably-aimed shots from other soldiers.
"Sire! Sire!"
Daumier forced his way through the panicked crowd in search of his charge. Tripping over fallen young men and women, the Sergeant finally found him. Lying on the ground, the Emperor appeared to have been shot in the leg. But more disturbing was Magdalena kneeling over him clutching a stiletto knife in one hand. Screaming, she stabbed him once in the chest. As she raised her hand to strike again, Daumier reacted with a vicious kick to her face.
"I need an medic inside the club," he screamed into his headset.
One of Bravo's two medics sprinted up, bag in hand, and attempted to stabilize the severely wounded monarch...
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An excerpt from the Spoletium Post-Intelligencer:
ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT PUTS EMPEROR IN COMA
SPOTLETIUM, 12 April 2008 (Reuters)- At approximately 1:30 this morning, six gunmen, believed to be members of the radical Marianian Indigenous Liberation Front, stormed the Club Palatino, where Emperor Johann IV von Hohmann was enjoying the evening with his girlfriend, Magdalena Briganti. A large firefight broke out between the gunmen and the Imperial Army soldiers of the Emperor's bodyguard. In the ensuing battle, the Army reports that three soldiers were killed, with a fourth critically wounded. All six gunmen were killed. An anonymous source reports that the Emperor himself was shot once in the leg, in addition to being stabbed once in the chest by Briganti herself. Her role in the assassination plot is at this time unknown, but it is known that she was taken into custody by the Imperial Guard, and her current wherabouts are unknown.
Lieutenant General Sir James Oxford, spokesperson for the Imperial Armed Forces, revealed at a press conference early this morning that relaliatory strikes will be conducted against known MILF positions inside Imperial territory. Oxford also said that MILF "terrorists" are suspected to be in hiding inside the neighboring House of Boothby and Gesford, and that negotiations are underway with the Boothby and Gesford governments concerning how this is to be dealt with.
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To the Governments of the House of Boothby and Gesford:
Terrorists of the so-called Marianian Indigenous Liberation Front have recently conducted an attempt against the life of His Imperial Majesty Johann IV, Holy Empire of Anselmus. While we hope the attempt will ultimately have been foiled, the people of Anselmus wish justice to be brought to those responsible. The military will shortly be moving against known MILF positions in the western province of Mariana, bordering the HOB. Any increased military activity near the border with Boothby is purely related to this offensive. We wish to stress the fact that Anselmian forces will not cross the border without the express permission of the Boothby government.
In addition, we have reason to believe that members of the MILF directly connected to the assassination plot have fled east from Spoletium into Gesford. We request any possible cooperation from the governments of both Gesford and Boothby in ridding the region of the terrorist menace.
Specifically to the House of Boothby, our Directorate of Foreign Intelligence has intercepted communications suggesting a possible attack against Boothby presence in the Marianian area. Once more concrete details are obtained, they will be shared posthaste with your intelligence services. Thank you for your time.
Regards,
The Rt. Hon. Jacques Delacroix
Prime Minister, The Holy Empire of Anselmus
"Sire, you know we can't do that. It takes hours of preparation at every site before we move you anywhere. You can't just up and tell us you want to go clubbing NOW...sire."
Holy Emperor Johann IV von Hohmann grinned sheepishly.
"I know, Pat. Er, Colonel. But Maddie wants to go to the club now, and I want to take her."
"But sire--"
"I don't wish to ask again, Colonel."
"Yes, sire."
Saluting, the soldier left the room.
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"This is ridiculous. Impetuous bastard. His father wasn't nearly as much trouble."
Sergeant Major Marc Daumier, head of the Emperor's security detail, nodded his agreement.
"Very true, sir...If he wants to make it to the club tonight, we won't have time to mobilize the full company. I've sent Detachment Alpha to the club via chopper to check the club quickly and set up positions in the area. Detachment Bravo will man the motorcade. That's really all we can do now."
"That'll do, Sarge. Let's hope this young idiot doesn't get you all killed..."
------------------------------------
It was half past midnight on a Friday, and the Club Palatino was in full swing. The line outside went around the block, and no one missed the three black Land Rovers and an Audi A8L pull up in front. The sound of cell phone cameras mingled with the voices of excited club patrons filled the air as Anselmus' 25-year old Emperor and his beautiful girlfriend, Magdalena Briganti, followed Daumier out of the vehicle and into the club.
"Now Sergeant Daumier, if you must be in the club with me, I would like you and your men inconspicuously around the wall, not in the crowd."
"Yes, sire. You won't notice us."
It was as Daumier promised. Detachment Bravo, Johann's personal bodyguard for the evening, was dressed casually. Blazers, oxford shirts, jeans, and Pumas prevailed. Their H&K M45 sidearms were well concealed. An hour passed with Johann and Magdalena blissfully dancing the night away. And then it happened.
-------------------------------------
A black stretch limo slid smoothly into the space in front of the Palatino vacated by the Emperor's motorcade. Expecting another group of high-rollers that frequent the joint every weekend, a bouncer approached the vehicle and opened the rear door. Without warning shots rang forth as a man carrying an AK-74 jumped out and shot the bouncer through the head. The two Guardsmen on either side of the front door barely had time to raise their weapons before they, too, went down in a hail of gunfire. There was nothing Detachment Alpha could do to stop the lead gunman as he stormed into the club. Seconds later, the remaining Guardsmen on the club's roof opened fire on the limo. Though two more gunmen escaped into the club, the rest were cut down in the car and on the sidewalk. A well-aimed shot from a sniper's M110 rifle killed the limo's driver instantly. The half-dozen other Guardsmen on the street below engaged the Russian- and Yanitarian-armed gunmen with their HK416 assault rifles. The situation outside seemed under control, but inside, chaos reigned.
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Daumier barely heard the word "Breach!" screamed in his earpiece before the four unknown gunmen stormed in the front door, firing their weapons wildly.
"Everyone get down! Down!"
The two Guardsmen by the door were already down before they could draw their handguns. Screams drowned out the music as people ran for cover from the merciless fire of the gunmen. Daumier and the other Imperial Guard inside the club attempted to find the Emperor, but he had vanished from their sight. Bodies were scattered everywhere as club-goers were struck by randomly-fired bullets. Finally having a clear line of sight on the lead gunman, Daumier raised his piece and fired three shots, two of which struck the man in the head. It seemed like an eternity passed before the other two gunmen were felled by impeccably-aimed shots from other soldiers.
"Sire! Sire!"
Daumier forced his way through the panicked crowd in search of his charge. Tripping over fallen young men and women, the Sergeant finally found him. Lying on the ground, the Emperor appeared to have been shot in the leg. But more disturbing was Magdalena kneeling over him clutching a stiletto knife in one hand. Screaming, she stabbed him once in the chest. As she raised her hand to strike again, Daumier reacted with a vicious kick to her face.
"I need an medic inside the club," he screamed into his headset.
One of Bravo's two medics sprinted up, bag in hand, and attempted to stabilize the severely wounded monarch...
---------------------------------------
An excerpt from the Spoletium Post-Intelligencer:
ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT PUTS EMPEROR IN COMA
SPOTLETIUM, 12 April 2008 (Reuters)- At approximately 1:30 this morning, six gunmen, believed to be members of the radical Marianian Indigenous Liberation Front, stormed the Club Palatino, where Emperor Johann IV von Hohmann was enjoying the evening with his girlfriend, Magdalena Briganti. A large firefight broke out between the gunmen and the Imperial Army soldiers of the Emperor's bodyguard. In the ensuing battle, the Army reports that three soldiers were killed, with a fourth critically wounded. All six gunmen were killed. An anonymous source reports that the Emperor himself was shot once in the leg, in addition to being stabbed once in the chest by Briganti herself. Her role in the assassination plot is at this time unknown, but it is known that she was taken into custody by the Imperial Guard, and her current wherabouts are unknown.
Lieutenant General Sir James Oxford, spokesperson for the Imperial Armed Forces, revealed at a press conference early this morning that relaliatory strikes will be conducted against known MILF positions inside Imperial territory. Oxford also said that MILF "terrorists" are suspected to be in hiding inside the neighboring House of Boothby and Gesford, and that negotiations are underway with the Boothby and Gesford governments concerning how this is to be dealt with.
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To the Governments of the House of Boothby and Gesford:
Terrorists of the so-called Marianian Indigenous Liberation Front have recently conducted an attempt against the life of His Imperial Majesty Johann IV, Holy Empire of Anselmus. While we hope the attempt will ultimately have been foiled, the people of Anselmus wish justice to be brought to those responsible. The military will shortly be moving against known MILF positions in the western province of Mariana, bordering the HOB. Any increased military activity near the border with Boothby is purely related to this offensive. We wish to stress the fact that Anselmian forces will not cross the border without the express permission of the Boothby government.
In addition, we have reason to believe that members of the MILF directly connected to the assassination plot have fled east from Spoletium into Gesford. We request any possible cooperation from the governments of both Gesford and Boothby in ridding the region of the terrorist menace.
Specifically to the House of Boothby, our Directorate of Foreign Intelligence has intercepted communications suggesting a possible attack against Boothby presence in the Marianian area. Once more concrete details are obtained, they will be shared posthaste with your intelligence services. Thank you for your time.
Regards,
The Rt. Hon. Jacques Delacroix
Prime Minister, The Holy Empire of Anselmus