Buechoria
27-08-2004, 05:36
(OOC: Bundestag = Parliment in German. Since my country has mostly German people, expect several German phrases and words)
The Bundestag was empty, the seats still warm from their recently departed users. Everything in the room basked in the radiant light filtering through the clean and polished skylight. A Marine walked inside the room through the two enormous oak door in back of the room, covered with depictions of Elias Virka holding back the Rejunes army at the Battle of Seareon.
"This is Schlass, come in main security office." The large man in the red Marine uniform spoke into a small radio on his hip. Static ensued and soon a voice came over the radio. "We copy Schlass." the radio operator's voice replied. "Everything see- Wait, one moment." Schlass pressed a button on the radio and walked towards the center of the Bundestag. The skylight had a strange box outside. A light was blinking on it, faster and faster it seemed to the Marine. He squinted to get a closer look and quickly realized it was a bomb. "This is Schlass, come in! Come in dammit!" he yelled into the radio, but he got no response. He looked around and realized he had jammed the 'hold button' on the side into the radio. As he struggled to get it out of it's socket, he heard the beeping stop. "Oh sh-"
The streets of downtown Virka were bustling with activity. Today was Freedom Day, which marked the anniversary when Buechoria gained independence from it's Imperial ruler, Rejunes. In the center of the city was a huge tower - A Glockenspiel. At Exactly 12:00 o' clock PM the 32 assorted bells at the top began playing the national anthem. People crowded around the massive structure, some cheering, others singing. One man stood out; He was around 6 feet tall and had a gruff face, covered with a grizzled beard that hadn't been shaven for days. His oily black air reflected the bright sun and his suit needed washing. But Michael Packard did not care about his appearance, and ignored some of the faces people gave him. "What's wrong with that mans hair mommy?" asked a youngster who was tugging at his mother blouse. "He's.. Special Ernst. C'mon, let's go see the Polka band." she told the child as she took him by the wrist and tugged him over to a raised stage where a Polka band was waiting for the bells to stop. Soon they did and the band prepared to begin.
"This is Michael," Michael spoke into an old cell phone. "Are you there Jim? Are the bombs ready?" Suddenly the Polka band drowned out Jim's voice. "Jim, I can't hear you this goddamn Polka band is-" The polka band couldn't exceed the noise of the Bundestag bursting into flames and the dome collapsing over the ancient structure. "Beautiful.." Michael told himself with a sly grin as he stepped into a nearby bakery to avoid the masses of panicked people fleeing to their homes...
The Bundestag was empty, the seats still warm from their recently departed users. Everything in the room basked in the radiant light filtering through the clean and polished skylight. A Marine walked inside the room through the two enormous oak door in back of the room, covered with depictions of Elias Virka holding back the Rejunes army at the Battle of Seareon.
"This is Schlass, come in main security office." The large man in the red Marine uniform spoke into a small radio on his hip. Static ensued and soon a voice came over the radio. "We copy Schlass." the radio operator's voice replied. "Everything see- Wait, one moment." Schlass pressed a button on the radio and walked towards the center of the Bundestag. The skylight had a strange box outside. A light was blinking on it, faster and faster it seemed to the Marine. He squinted to get a closer look and quickly realized it was a bomb. "This is Schlass, come in! Come in dammit!" he yelled into the radio, but he got no response. He looked around and realized he had jammed the 'hold button' on the side into the radio. As he struggled to get it out of it's socket, he heard the beeping stop. "Oh sh-"
The streets of downtown Virka were bustling with activity. Today was Freedom Day, which marked the anniversary when Buechoria gained independence from it's Imperial ruler, Rejunes. In the center of the city was a huge tower - A Glockenspiel. At Exactly 12:00 o' clock PM the 32 assorted bells at the top began playing the national anthem. People crowded around the massive structure, some cheering, others singing. One man stood out; He was around 6 feet tall and had a gruff face, covered with a grizzled beard that hadn't been shaven for days. His oily black air reflected the bright sun and his suit needed washing. But Michael Packard did not care about his appearance, and ignored some of the faces people gave him. "What's wrong with that mans hair mommy?" asked a youngster who was tugging at his mother blouse. "He's.. Special Ernst. C'mon, let's go see the Polka band." she told the child as she took him by the wrist and tugged him over to a raised stage where a Polka band was waiting for the bells to stop. Soon they did and the band prepared to begin.
"This is Michael," Michael spoke into an old cell phone. "Are you there Jim? Are the bombs ready?" Suddenly the Polka band drowned out Jim's voice. "Jim, I can't hear you this goddamn Polka band is-" The polka band couldn't exceed the noise of the Bundestag bursting into flames and the dome collapsing over the ancient structure. "Beautiful.." Michael told himself with a sly grin as he stepped into a nearby bakery to avoid the masses of panicked people fleeing to their homes...