The Crimm
21-04-2007, 22:06
Twenty years. Twenty years since he vanished the public spotlight. Five since he retired as High Commander. Two since the death of his only son...
He sat in the courtyard of his villa, cat asleep in his lap. After so many years, he had no will to fight. No will to kill and go to war and defend the glory of the Empire-No, it was the Republic now... He was there when the Empire was founded. He was leader when Crimmond joined the GDODAD. He saw friend turn on friend, ally on ally. He saw the world descend into a dark age of a different sort that it was still dragging itself out from. It was a signal of the end of civility in the world and nothing since proved him wrong...
Personally, he watched and fought in countless battles on three continents. There was one shining moment in the century though... his friendship with Damien Dreadfire, which he saw as a sign that even old adversaries could become like brothers. That the world could manage to be civil... The only thing that came close to that was his son, who had become Emperor. He supposed that his son should be first, but the way he died blighted the entire memory. Andrew Coleman IV was finally, truely, tired. His body was dying and his mine was tired of living in constant anguish of mind, body and soul. He looked up at the sky and watched a military fighter fly past in the distance. This new Republic would not last, he knew. It was as frail politically as he was physically. It would not be conquered, though. He was sure of that.
A sigh echoed through the courtyard and Coleman's head dropped. His arm, petting the cat, dropped to his side. The cat opened it's eyes and mewed at him, as if offended that he stopped the petting. After a moment, the cat hopped down and walked away, leaving the man who had once commanded one of the greatest Empires in European history alone. The man's last thoughts were of his son, wondering if he would see him if there was such a thing as an afterlife... he found out scant seconds later.
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A news conference was conviened, preannounced that it was about Andrew Coleman, with no details. Empress Catalina Vakko-Coleman stood at the podium as the lights on the cameras flicked on. "Early this morning, High Commander Andrew Coleman IV was found dead in the courtyard of his mountain estate. He died of natural causes and died a peaceful death after watching the sunrise. Ironic for a man that brought so much death and violence to this world that he should fade so quietly into the night...." She pauses. "He was very much a mentor to me in the days after my husband's death, assisting me in his own odd way with making decisions. He did not agree that a Republic was the best way to rule, but he did say that he wished that he would live long enough to see himself wrong, if only to see if it were possible. This is a sad day for our nation, indeed." She stepped down and walked out, letting an aide handle the questions and answers. His body would be placed in a tomb and sealed.
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Catalina stepped into her office and was surprised to see a man standing at her window, gazing out at the world. "Can I help you?"
Agent 283 turned slowly and nodded. Though his years were also catching up with him, the intimidating black suited man was as sharp as ever. "Yes, you can. With the High Commander dead, any hope of ressurecting the Empire and making it seem legitamate has died as well. Congratulations, Madame President. You've won."
Catalina eyed the man. She knew he had personally killed Lord Reil Tian to get Delta into power. He didn't give a rats ass about making things look legitimate. He only cared that it got done... "Thank you. Now get out of my office. I have work to do."
"As you wish, Madame President." He said softly and walked out without another word.
That made Catalina stare after him. He had a reason for being here... a warning, a message, some reason. And whatever it was, she doubted it boded well.
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Agent 283
Last Remaining Black Staff Agent
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Catalina Vakko-Coleman
President of Crimmond
He sat in the courtyard of his villa, cat asleep in his lap. After so many years, he had no will to fight. No will to kill and go to war and defend the glory of the Empire-No, it was the Republic now... He was there when the Empire was founded. He was leader when Crimmond joined the GDODAD. He saw friend turn on friend, ally on ally. He saw the world descend into a dark age of a different sort that it was still dragging itself out from. It was a signal of the end of civility in the world and nothing since proved him wrong...
Personally, he watched and fought in countless battles on three continents. There was one shining moment in the century though... his friendship with Damien Dreadfire, which he saw as a sign that even old adversaries could become like brothers. That the world could manage to be civil... The only thing that came close to that was his son, who had become Emperor. He supposed that his son should be first, but the way he died blighted the entire memory. Andrew Coleman IV was finally, truely, tired. His body was dying and his mine was tired of living in constant anguish of mind, body and soul. He looked up at the sky and watched a military fighter fly past in the distance. This new Republic would not last, he knew. It was as frail politically as he was physically. It would not be conquered, though. He was sure of that.
A sigh echoed through the courtyard and Coleman's head dropped. His arm, petting the cat, dropped to his side. The cat opened it's eyes and mewed at him, as if offended that he stopped the petting. After a moment, the cat hopped down and walked away, leaving the man who had once commanded one of the greatest Empires in European history alone. The man's last thoughts were of his son, wondering if he would see him if there was such a thing as an afterlife... he found out scant seconds later.
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A news conference was conviened, preannounced that it was about Andrew Coleman, with no details. Empress Catalina Vakko-Coleman stood at the podium as the lights on the cameras flicked on. "Early this morning, High Commander Andrew Coleman IV was found dead in the courtyard of his mountain estate. He died of natural causes and died a peaceful death after watching the sunrise. Ironic for a man that brought so much death and violence to this world that he should fade so quietly into the night...." She pauses. "He was very much a mentor to me in the days after my husband's death, assisting me in his own odd way with making decisions. He did not agree that a Republic was the best way to rule, but he did say that he wished that he would live long enough to see himself wrong, if only to see if it were possible. This is a sad day for our nation, indeed." She stepped down and walked out, letting an aide handle the questions and answers. His body would be placed in a tomb and sealed.
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Catalina stepped into her office and was surprised to see a man standing at her window, gazing out at the world. "Can I help you?"
Agent 283 turned slowly and nodded. Though his years were also catching up with him, the intimidating black suited man was as sharp as ever. "Yes, you can. With the High Commander dead, any hope of ressurecting the Empire and making it seem legitamate has died as well. Congratulations, Madame President. You've won."
Catalina eyed the man. She knew he had personally killed Lord Reil Tian to get Delta into power. He didn't give a rats ass about making things look legitimate. He only cared that it got done... "Thank you. Now get out of my office. I have work to do."
"As you wish, Madame President." He said softly and walked out without another word.
That made Catalina stare after him. He had a reason for being here... a warning, a message, some reason. And whatever it was, she doubted it boded well.
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Agent 283
Last Remaining Black Staff Agent
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Catalina Vakko-Coleman
President of Crimmond