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Attack on Petrius Minor: Assassination and Treason (Open RP)

Guanyu
11-02-2004, 05:52
Commander Freidrich Olvaunt was certainly enjoying his vacation. So far he had spent three days on Petrius Minor relaxing and doing generally as little work as possible. One of the most scenic worlds in the Guanyan Empire and a favorite vacation spot for many Navy personnel, Petrius Minor was the Empire's only "Beach World," meaning that with the exception of the two cities, Lavaree and Utumno, it was covered by water dotted with small islands. Truly a paradise, at any time the planet had over four hundred thousand visitors, of whom nearly half were on shore leave from military duty.

Well, I guess I couldn't ask for a nicer post as a base commander. Nothing ever happens here, and it can't be beat for shore leave.

Freidrich, passing through a strip mall in Lavaree, the capital city, glanced up at the sky and easily made out the outline of the Masada Space Fortress of which he was commander. The station was in low orbit, always ready to protect the planet should the need arise. Not that anything had ever happened to make that necessary. In fact, there was no indication that anything out of the ordinary ever would happen. Though phenomenally wealthy, the system had no military importance, and the Masada in orbit was really just for show, and manned by a skeleton crew.

As he reached the end of the strip mall, Freidrich headed for the bridge that led out of the commercial district and to the area of the city where his hotel was located. It was getting dark, and he wanted to be back for dinner. He quickly reached the bridge and was half way across when he heard a rumbling sound.

Must be the waves, he reassured himself. It was not uncommon for swells to become violent on Petrius Minor. Two seconds later, however, the bridge started to shake. Now thoroughly frightened, Freidrich ran for the other end of the bridge. He had almost made it when the bombs went off.

There was a split second of blinding light, like nothing he'd ever seen before. Then there was nothing but darkness.

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OOC: This is the first of two or three posts that will lay a foundation for the RP. The time for anyone else to get involved will be after those posts, which will explain both why anyone would want to kill this man and what it means for the planet.
Guanyu
13-02-2004, 21:19
Less than half a standard hour after Base Commander Freidrich Olvaunt’s untimely demise…

A small ship, probably a troop carrier of some sort, moved slowly through the Petrius system toward the sole inhabitable planet. It was cloaked and moving under minimal power to decrease risk of discovery. As it neared the planet, it shifted direction to move into a high orbit. After a few minutes, a station of incredible size became visible off the starboard side of the ship. Immediately the small ship moved to intercept the station. When it was about twenty meters from the station, it stopped, moving only enough to keep up with the station’s orbit. A communications signal buzzed from the ship to a special receiver on the station. The message was simple. A deep, rough voice stated clearly, “Petrius Alpha, go.”

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Lieutenant Commander Bruce Kinsky was so startled that he almost jumped out of his chair. He had quite clearly heard a voice speaking over the intercom, but it was not a voice he recognized, and what in the hell was “Petrius Alpha”? He stood, making for the door of his quarters. On his way out, he strapped on his weapons belt out of habit. To his surprise, the door opened before he could reach it to reveal one of his crewmembers, an engineer if he remembered correctly. But how had he opened the door without the access code? Only the Commander had authority to override his door password, and he was taking leave on the surface.

“Who gave you permission to enter my quarters, crewman?”

“I don’t need your permission anymore, Sir.”

The sarcasm in the honorific shocked Bruce even more than the man’s unauthorized presence. Punishment for insubordination of any kind was severe in the GAN. He started to demand that the man explain himself, but was cut off by the engineer reaching down and producing a particle pistol. Years of training took over, and he launched himself at the man before he could bring the weapon to bear. As they tumbled to the floor, Bruce’s arm lashed out to strike the man’s gun arm, knocking the pistol to the ground several feet away. They wrestled for a few minutes, too close for Bruce to pull his weapon, before Bruce finally hit the man on the side of the head hard enough to knock him out. Confused and scared, Bruce stood and walked toward the gun on the ground that he had knocked from the engineer’s grasp. He was no more than three feet away from it when he heard a voice directly behind him, a voice he recognized.

“I would suggest that you not move, Lieutenant Commander. My trigger finger is itchy today for some reason.”

Shit, Bruce thought. He turned slowly, keeping his hands in the air. His eyes confirmed what his ears had already told him. Standing in the doorway to his quarters was the base’s security chief, holding his signature Tetryon Rifle aimed directly at Bruce’s chest.

“What the hell are you doing? Are you insane?” he cried, terrified.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I needed the money, and they offered it.”

“They? Who are they?” he asked, his mind still reeling from what the man’s statement indicated. Treason, his mind was screaming. He couldn’t believe it.

“There’s no reason for me to tell you that, Sir. I’m afraid you know too much already. I have no fight with you, but I can’t afford….well, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, so I’ll spare you the dramatic speech and get it done quickly.”

He’s going to kill me. Bruce knew there was nothing he could do. The man was just too far away. He stiffened, waiting for the blast to come, but suddenly noticed a figure behind the security chief. His eyes must have betrayed his hope, because the man spun around to face whoever had approached. He was too slow, however, as a pistol shot took him right in the head and threw him to the floor. After Bruce had gotten over the shock of seeing one of his men killed, he looked up at his attacker, fearful yet relieved.

“Thank you, crewman. What’s going on out there?”

“Sir, about 280 crew members have turned mutineer. They have taken control of the whole ship except the cargo rooms, which they apparently don’t wish to waste men on, and the armory, where some of us are holding them back. Sir, we can’t hold them long.”

“How many are left?”

“About thirty in the armory, another forty or so in the cargo rooms, and perhaps fifteen or twenty in the ventilation shafts, hiding from the mutineers.”

Ninety. Less than fifteen minutes had passed, and already as many as thirty loyal crewmembers were dead. Ninety against nearly three times that number, assuming casualties had been approximately equal for the mutineers.

“Alright Sergeant, we need to get everyone into the armory. We can hold them there until we decide on another course of action.”

“I’m already on it, Sir. Everyone has been ordered to regroup in the armory, most are taking the vents to keep from being spotted.”

“Good work, Sergeant. Alright then, let’s go.”

OOC: The idea is that a foreign nation paid off the crew to help them take the station. After one more post, I'll open it up to nations wishing to RP the intruders and mutineers.
Guanyu
14-02-2004, 00:03
About twenty minutes after the initial signal from the cloaked ship, a return signal came through. “Petrius Alpha is complete. Petrius Beta is go. Acknowledge.”

“Acknowledged, commencing Petrius Beta,” came the reply.

The ship maneuvered into one of the station’s docking bays, settling on the landing pad easily and powering down. As the boarding ramp lowered, a dark haired man carrying a small but powerful looking pistol left the ship, followed by nineteen other men similarly armed but in commando fatigues. The leader approached the docking crew, moving quickly and wasting no time to look around at the station’s interior.

That same low, rough voice, coming from the leader, asked, “Is the station secure?”

“All but the armory. There are a few loyalists holding out there, but there is no way for them to get out, so let them rot there for all we care.”

“Good, take me to the communications center.”

They proceeded through the station to the comm center, where they were greeted by more mutineers who were preparing the communications systems for a transmission to the planet. When they had finished, the intruder leader pressed the transmit buttion.

“People of Petrius Minor. This message comes to you from the Masada station that orbits your planet. My associates and I have taken control of this station. The base commander is dead, so there is no one on the planet who can stop us. This station has the power to decimate the entire surface of your planet. There is, of course, an alternative. If the Guanyan government gives us information on Guanyan biotechnology, we will leave peacefully and your planet will remain safe. You have one standard week to decide.”

With that, he turned off the comm unit. Standing, he looked at the mutineers and his men. “Now we wait,” was all he said.

OOC: Ok, it’s open now. If you want to RP the intruders and their mutinous allies, TG me or post here.
Guanyu
14-02-2004, 01:53
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Guanyu
14-02-2004, 05:37
bump
18-02-2004, 06:57
*Following in the wake of their leader came a tall figure, clad in a long black robe, a streak of organe running down the middle of it. A belt around his waist held a Virbo-Katana in a scabbard, and a pistol similar to their leaders. The man's narrow, stern icy blue eyes gazed across the docking bay, a black headband keeping his brown hair out of his eyes. He was extraordinary handsome, it was obvious he cared alot about his looks, and made extra effort to look his best. It was hard to believe this pretty boy was the brother of the Pirate Queen Emeralados. Their leader spoke.*

"Leader:" "Is the station secure?"

Mutinner: "All but the armory. There are a few loyalists holding out there, but there is no way for them to get out, so let them rot there for all we care."

'Leader:' "Good, take me to the communication center."

*Silently the man in the black robe followed, three of the nineteen commandos following suit. The others left to filter themselves into the station. Once in the comm center, their leader gave a message to the people of Petrius Minor...*

'Leader:' "People of Petrius Minor. This message comes to you from the Masada station that orbits your planet. My associates and I have taken control of this station. The base commander is dead, so there is no one on the planet who can stop us. This station has the power to decimate the entire surface of your planet. There is, of course, an alternative. If the Guanyan government gives us information on Guanyan biotechnology, we will leave peacefully and your planet will remain safe. You have one standard week to decide."

*It was now that the man spoke up. He voice was as beautiful as he was, pleasing to the ear but yet with an underlying evilness found only in those who had no morals. It was chilling and more then slightly disturbing.*

Beta: "Perhaps they will need a push in the right direction?"

*He offered.*


((OOC: *Drools!* I think he's the best bishie I've made to date! Yay! What's a bishie, you ask? Bishounen, or cute faced guy. Heh heh heh. ^_^))
19-02-2004, 04:49
((OOC: Beta turns around and accidently BUMPS into the wall. No one dares laughs.))