Galmorra
26-07-2004, 20:22
"Sir, is it possible...maybe just get some sleep?" The thin-faced adjutant extolled, looking into the shadow of the Archon's office.
"I wish I could, Mark...but I need to prep these notes for tomorrow." Archon Victor Marik mumbled, removing his reading spectacles and massaging his tired, wary eyes.
Being an Archon for over a decade, re-elected four times, the strain of governance was showing on the old man's face. He had spent four days straight, with no sleep, writing his latest speech. A dissertation on the recent crop failures in Aquitaine Diochese. He also had to go through the pain of studying Duke Sanger's Seditious activities...activities which bordered on open rebellion.
"But sir, without rest you won't be able to stand and give your speech." Marcus Skarrit, Archon Marik's personal adjutant, explained. He smiled, adding "You aren't in your senate days anymore, sir...it wouldn't do the audience any good if you fall asleep adressing from the 'dium."
Chuckling, Archon Victor shook his head. "I guess you are right Mark, you always are. I'll finish these tomorrow. Night."
As the Archon stood, with Mark's help since the 72-year old Archon was having difficulty in his advanced age, a series of clarion bells are heard aboard the Archonal jet. Gunfire erupts in the forward compartments as two Archonal bodygaurds break into the room. The nearest one grabs the Archon and begins leading him to the back of the plane.
"Sir, noblist terrorists have taken the cockpit! We need to get you to safety before you're hurt." The lead guard, a man by the name of David Ramsey, shouts as the group speeds off.
The Archon looks indignant as the guards close the armored door in the back compartment. "Dave, how bad is it? I'm sure we can negoti-"
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The aircraft exploded in mid-air. An archonal bodyguard had shot the leader of the noble retainers, who had been wearing a suicide jacket armed with c4. The explosion ripped throught the cockpit section of the jetliner, so powerful nothing remained of the jet's front third...just rubble. The Archon's jet crashed east of Aquitaine's Diochese capital of Brannau. The Galmorran Minister of State has ordered an immediate study of the crash site.
"I wish I could, Mark...but I need to prep these notes for tomorrow." Archon Victor Marik mumbled, removing his reading spectacles and massaging his tired, wary eyes.
Being an Archon for over a decade, re-elected four times, the strain of governance was showing on the old man's face. He had spent four days straight, with no sleep, writing his latest speech. A dissertation on the recent crop failures in Aquitaine Diochese. He also had to go through the pain of studying Duke Sanger's Seditious activities...activities which bordered on open rebellion.
"But sir, without rest you won't be able to stand and give your speech." Marcus Skarrit, Archon Marik's personal adjutant, explained. He smiled, adding "You aren't in your senate days anymore, sir...it wouldn't do the audience any good if you fall asleep adressing from the 'dium."
Chuckling, Archon Victor shook his head. "I guess you are right Mark, you always are. I'll finish these tomorrow. Night."
As the Archon stood, with Mark's help since the 72-year old Archon was having difficulty in his advanced age, a series of clarion bells are heard aboard the Archonal jet. Gunfire erupts in the forward compartments as two Archonal bodygaurds break into the room. The nearest one grabs the Archon and begins leading him to the back of the plane.
"Sir, noblist terrorists have taken the cockpit! We need to get you to safety before you're hurt." The lead guard, a man by the name of David Ramsey, shouts as the group speeds off.
The Archon looks indignant as the guards close the armored door in the back compartment. "Dave, how bad is it? I'm sure we can negoti-"
---
The aircraft exploded in mid-air. An archonal bodyguard had shot the leader of the noble retainers, who had been wearing a suicide jacket armed with c4. The explosion ripped throught the cockpit section of the jetliner, so powerful nothing remained of the jet's front third...just rubble. The Archon's jet crashed east of Aquitaine's Diochese capital of Brannau. The Galmorran Minister of State has ordered an immediate study of the crash site.