Algrenaes
01-07-2005, 18:48
The shockwave that ripped through the building wasn't accompanied by the usuall fireball or piller of flame that explosions usually get in movies. No, there was no blast of burning molten air, no raging inferno, just a loud, hollow thump, and a shockwave that set off car alarms and shattred glass. Seconds later, the sounds of the wailing sirens filled the air, and not to far from the Royal Summer Palace, four fire trucks sped down the open road, empty at the early hour of the morning.
As the red engine pulled to a stop, they noticed men, dressed in black, running from the building. At first, the chief fighter went to lock the doors, these must have been the terrorist. But as they approached he recognized the flash on their arms, His Majesty's Royal Gaurds. He sighed, and exited the fire engine, others as well, heading towards the building.
"Wait," one of the gaurds said, holding them up. "We don't know if there were any contaminants, we can't go in yet." He approached the lead fire fighter, hand extended. "Capt. Jack Westport, Captian of HMRGs. It'll be a minute before we can figure out weather or not its safe to go in."
"DO we know if this was an attack? Terrorists or sepratists? Gas leak? What the bloody hell happened here?"
"We don't know," Westport replied, looking at the slowly spreading blaze. "Hold on," he said, pressing his hand to his ear, where a wire disapeared into an ear piece. "Ok, your men can go in. Its clear."
Hours later, the fire fighters emerged from the building. "Its out, all of it," one said, wiping some sweat from his fore head. He looked up at Westport, who, by know, had reorganized his men, all of which were know armed, and forming a light perimeter. "I'm sorry sir, no survivors," he said, looking down, dejected.
As he walked away, a black sedan pulled up slowly, and from the rear passenger's door, a tall, older, lanky looking man exited. The fatigue was appearent on his face, he was tired, stressed, and know this. Westport approached, hand resting on his Heckler and Koch submachine gun. "Mr. Prime Minister. I'm affraid we have no survivors."
"Jesus christ," his voice trailed off. "We, we need to act. Get the Field on this. No, I want MI-5. We need to find out who did this, and strike them hard. We can't let this go..."
"Sir," Westport interupted him, "right now, contingency plans have already been enacted. We've been training for this situation for years. Right now sir, it is imperative that you remain totally calm. Besides, right now there isn't much we can do. We have no reason to suspect foul play, nor a terrorist act. We believe this was a rather unfortunate accident. Also, we've also already initiated the retrival of the princess. I think it would be best if we could get you back to Eastshire, and be ready for when she arrives."
It was in the Algrenaes country side, at the St. Augustine's School for Girls, where the four black Audis raced down an empty road. They arrived outside the large dormatory, several gaurds exiting and staying with the cars, their L1A1s a menacing sight at a school whose usuall pranks consisted of the local town boys scaring a few girls on Halloween. They moved towards the fifth story upperclasswomen dorms, the private rooms, and into room 22L. The young woman sleeping in the bed rose slowly, looking towards the door.
"Whats going on here," she exclaimed, clicking on the bed side light. Despite the nice suits didn't hide hip and kidney mounted holsters, flashing Sig P226s and Browing HiPowers. She knew them as her father's men, more of His Majestys Royal Gaurds. She bolted out of bed, towards the lead man of the group. "Whats going in here, I demand to know. Is my father ok?" she begged, but recieved no answer. However, the sadness in the man's eyes answered her quesiton. She stepped back, looking at him with fear.
"No, this, this isn't possible," she said, her words quivering with the rest of her body. She was escorted out of the building towards the waiting cars, where she was drive to Eastshire.
She was still wearing her night gown when she entered the Royal Mansion, the house hold of the High King's Family. Standing in the main parlor was Robert Downs, the Prime Minister. His old fram looked wracked, and weak. "Mr. Downs," she said, slowly walking towards him, "what, what do I need to do?"
"Please, Elizabeth, you know you can call me Robert," he said. He was like a grandfather to the young princess. "Lizzy, I'm afraid that we must ask you to take on a rather large responsibility. MI-5 and The Field are allready looking into the incident, to see if it was an attack. However, you have a job to do. If you'll follow me, please," he said, leading her out of the room.
She followed the Prime Minister into another room, where the Cardnial of Algrenaes stood, waiting. "Princess Elizabeth, I understand that this ceremony is no where near as extravagent as it should be, but please, kneal," he said, extending his hand out to a cushion not two feet from him. She did as she was asked, shivering in worry.
The Cardnal spoke in latin for a few breif moments, and then placed one hand on her shoulder. "By the power invested in me by His Holy Father Our Lord, and handed down through his Holiness the Pope, I now crown you Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth Williams VI, Daughter of His Royal Highness King James Williams, Dutchess of Eastshire, Crown Queen of Algrenaes and all Her Domains, Protecter and Voce of Her Peoples, Leader of Her Armies, High Ruler of all in Her Lands." He placed another hand on her forehead, holding her steady as the Prime Minister handed the Cardnal the crown to be placed on her head. He set the gold trimmed crown on her soft brown hiar, and stepped back. "Queen Elizabeth, rise."
She stood, and looked around the room, empty save for the Cardnial, a few gaurds, and the Prime Minister. He spoke softly. "The King is dead. Long live the Queen," and bowed. The other in the room echoed the words and actions of the Prime Minister.
Early the next day, the Queen sent out a formal anouncement of her coranation, begining her reign as Queen of Algreneas.
To the esteemed leaders of the world,
Last night, my father, King of Algrenaes, died in what can only be described as a horrendous accident, of the worst kind. He was a good man, a wonderful man, and a father that a daughter could only dream of. He had brought about many a change in Algrenaes; the end of the tyranical rule of King Greggory III, the advances to modern ways, and under his crown we had the first of several elections for Prime Minister.
However, whomever rules our planet, from beyond our understanding and knowledge, decided that it was my father's time, and took him from this earth. Today, the people of Algrenaes mourn, but we will remain steadfast and proud of who we are, and his memory will be celebrated for all time.
My father had one goal in mind, one that he will never be able to see accomplished, was to open the doors of Algrenaes to the world, and hopefully to see the doors of the world opened to us. I write today, asking humbly of other nations to open their doors, as we know open ours. I hopefully look forward to establishing our tiny kingdom in the world, and hope to meet many in order to make our nation's greater. If you wish, and I hope that you do, to set up an embassy, or meet with myself, or learn anymore about our nation, please feel free to respond, or to contact our Prime Minister, Robert Downs. I look forward to extendign relations that will make our nations' great. With respect and honor,
-Signed-
Her Highness Corwn Queen Elizabeth Williams VI
Crown Queen of Algrenaes and all Her Domains, Protecter and Voce of Her Peoples, Leader of Her Armies, High Ruler of all in Her Lands
As the red engine pulled to a stop, they noticed men, dressed in black, running from the building. At first, the chief fighter went to lock the doors, these must have been the terrorist. But as they approached he recognized the flash on their arms, His Majesty's Royal Gaurds. He sighed, and exited the fire engine, others as well, heading towards the building.
"Wait," one of the gaurds said, holding them up. "We don't know if there were any contaminants, we can't go in yet." He approached the lead fire fighter, hand extended. "Capt. Jack Westport, Captian of HMRGs. It'll be a minute before we can figure out weather or not its safe to go in."
"DO we know if this was an attack? Terrorists or sepratists? Gas leak? What the bloody hell happened here?"
"We don't know," Westport replied, looking at the slowly spreading blaze. "Hold on," he said, pressing his hand to his ear, where a wire disapeared into an ear piece. "Ok, your men can go in. Its clear."
Hours later, the fire fighters emerged from the building. "Its out, all of it," one said, wiping some sweat from his fore head. He looked up at Westport, who, by know, had reorganized his men, all of which were know armed, and forming a light perimeter. "I'm sorry sir, no survivors," he said, looking down, dejected.
As he walked away, a black sedan pulled up slowly, and from the rear passenger's door, a tall, older, lanky looking man exited. The fatigue was appearent on his face, he was tired, stressed, and know this. Westport approached, hand resting on his Heckler and Koch submachine gun. "Mr. Prime Minister. I'm affraid we have no survivors."
"Jesus christ," his voice trailed off. "We, we need to act. Get the Field on this. No, I want MI-5. We need to find out who did this, and strike them hard. We can't let this go..."
"Sir," Westport interupted him, "right now, contingency plans have already been enacted. We've been training for this situation for years. Right now sir, it is imperative that you remain totally calm. Besides, right now there isn't much we can do. We have no reason to suspect foul play, nor a terrorist act. We believe this was a rather unfortunate accident. Also, we've also already initiated the retrival of the princess. I think it would be best if we could get you back to Eastshire, and be ready for when she arrives."
It was in the Algrenaes country side, at the St. Augustine's School for Girls, where the four black Audis raced down an empty road. They arrived outside the large dormatory, several gaurds exiting and staying with the cars, their L1A1s a menacing sight at a school whose usuall pranks consisted of the local town boys scaring a few girls on Halloween. They moved towards the fifth story upperclasswomen dorms, the private rooms, and into room 22L. The young woman sleeping in the bed rose slowly, looking towards the door.
"Whats going on here," she exclaimed, clicking on the bed side light. Despite the nice suits didn't hide hip and kidney mounted holsters, flashing Sig P226s and Browing HiPowers. She knew them as her father's men, more of His Majestys Royal Gaurds. She bolted out of bed, towards the lead man of the group. "Whats going in here, I demand to know. Is my father ok?" she begged, but recieved no answer. However, the sadness in the man's eyes answered her quesiton. She stepped back, looking at him with fear.
"No, this, this isn't possible," she said, her words quivering with the rest of her body. She was escorted out of the building towards the waiting cars, where she was drive to Eastshire.
She was still wearing her night gown when she entered the Royal Mansion, the house hold of the High King's Family. Standing in the main parlor was Robert Downs, the Prime Minister. His old fram looked wracked, and weak. "Mr. Downs," she said, slowly walking towards him, "what, what do I need to do?"
"Please, Elizabeth, you know you can call me Robert," he said. He was like a grandfather to the young princess. "Lizzy, I'm afraid that we must ask you to take on a rather large responsibility. MI-5 and The Field are allready looking into the incident, to see if it was an attack. However, you have a job to do. If you'll follow me, please," he said, leading her out of the room.
She followed the Prime Minister into another room, where the Cardnial of Algrenaes stood, waiting. "Princess Elizabeth, I understand that this ceremony is no where near as extravagent as it should be, but please, kneal," he said, extending his hand out to a cushion not two feet from him. She did as she was asked, shivering in worry.
The Cardnal spoke in latin for a few breif moments, and then placed one hand on her shoulder. "By the power invested in me by His Holy Father Our Lord, and handed down through his Holiness the Pope, I now crown you Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth Williams VI, Daughter of His Royal Highness King James Williams, Dutchess of Eastshire, Crown Queen of Algrenaes and all Her Domains, Protecter and Voce of Her Peoples, Leader of Her Armies, High Ruler of all in Her Lands." He placed another hand on her forehead, holding her steady as the Prime Minister handed the Cardnal the crown to be placed on her head. He set the gold trimmed crown on her soft brown hiar, and stepped back. "Queen Elizabeth, rise."
She stood, and looked around the room, empty save for the Cardnial, a few gaurds, and the Prime Minister. He spoke softly. "The King is dead. Long live the Queen," and bowed. The other in the room echoed the words and actions of the Prime Minister.
Early the next day, the Queen sent out a formal anouncement of her coranation, begining her reign as Queen of Algreneas.
To the esteemed leaders of the world,
Last night, my father, King of Algrenaes, died in what can only be described as a horrendous accident, of the worst kind. He was a good man, a wonderful man, and a father that a daughter could only dream of. He had brought about many a change in Algrenaes; the end of the tyranical rule of King Greggory III, the advances to modern ways, and under his crown we had the first of several elections for Prime Minister.
However, whomever rules our planet, from beyond our understanding and knowledge, decided that it was my father's time, and took him from this earth. Today, the people of Algrenaes mourn, but we will remain steadfast and proud of who we are, and his memory will be celebrated for all time.
My father had one goal in mind, one that he will never be able to see accomplished, was to open the doors of Algrenaes to the world, and hopefully to see the doors of the world opened to us. I write today, asking humbly of other nations to open their doors, as we know open ours. I hopefully look forward to establishing our tiny kingdom in the world, and hope to meet many in order to make our nation's greater. If you wish, and I hope that you do, to set up an embassy, or meet with myself, or learn anymore about our nation, please feel free to respond, or to contact our Prime Minister, Robert Downs. I look forward to extendign relations that will make our nations' great. With respect and honor,
-Signed-
Her Highness Corwn Queen Elizabeth Williams VI
Crown Queen of Algrenaes and all Her Domains, Protecter and Voce of Her Peoples, Leader of Her Armies, High Ruler of all in Her Lands