The Macabees
19-11-2004, 05:18
After the most recent crisis in Spain, and the resulting peace, which didn't come as well as the Macabee Empire expected, the administration had time to regroup and focus on the inside politics of the Empire. After hours of deliberation the government noticed that the conquered territory of the Empire wasn't exactly one big happy family. Increases in freedom groups in Freemantia after the massive mobilization at Targul Frumos had created some tension within the Macabee administration, but with the war coming to a climax there was almost no time to focus on internal politics. However, with this "war" at a conclusion a new look could be given to the insides of the Empire; and this new look wouldn't be focusing on a pax Macabea. Already, several insiders in these freedom groups all over Freemantia, and many more groups in the territories which at one time composed the Nazi Deutschland Axis, some six million square kilometers of territory in all, had reported extreme disatisfaction with the Macabee regime, and "plans" for an abrupt rebellion in these territories were appearing on top of the desks of many high officials in the Macabee Government.
Consequently, the the Emperor, along with his advisors, and the Macabee Imperial Senate - which in reality were just another group of advisors, masquerading as the counter balance to the Emperor, in this "constitutional autocracy" - agreed that an actionplan had to be drawn up to deal with these soon to come insurgencies, and even attempt to stop these groups before they planted their seeds of war in Macabee territories. However, this 'war against treason' which was to follow the Emperor's behest would need to be carefully done; for the Empire also needed the support of the people in those regions. However, in no way would the Empire's response to the growth of these anti-Macabee movements be light.
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The black Alfa Romeo Spyder sped down Algeth Street, the central roadway in the Targul Frumo's suburb of Rancho del Rey, and entered a large parking lot which shared a side with one of Targul Frumos' most reknown night clubs. A man, wearing a long, leather, trench coat, stepped out once he opened the rather heavy door of the car. His hair was combed back, and his eyes were covered with nice, modern, glasses, and he paid no heed to anyone around him, although the ladies couldn't resist a glimps at him. He walked at a apathetic pace towards the entrance of the night club, Lux Nova. As he stepped into line one of the rather large men guarding the club asked him for his identification card. He quickly reached into his leater coat and pulled out his wallet and flipped it to his card, and the bouncer nodded. The bouncer added the extra note of, "Don't start any trouble dawg, or you'll be facing us."
The man smiled and waited his turn in line. Finally, after some five minutes of wait he entered into the club. Strobe lights were flashing left and right, while the dance floor was packed as some of the latest techno was being played. It was quite a scene; something you would expect to see in Europe these days. He continued walking in and made his way to the bar. When the tender asked him what he wanted he answered, "You dead."
Out of the blue the man opened his trench coat and took out a .90 cal pistol and shoot the bar tender in the back of the head before the tender was able to reach down for his shotgun. Seconds later screams of panic flooded the club as gunfire raged back and forth. The man in the black leather jacket merely dropped the pistol and pulled out two antiquated sub-machineguns. The rounds sprayed the dance floor until nothing was left alive, and the sounds which once hung in the air turned into an ear piercing silence. The man, as cool as he was before, began to leave the scene, saying only, "That's what you get when you fuck with the law."
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Consequently, the the Emperor, along with his advisors, and the Macabee Imperial Senate - which in reality were just another group of advisors, masquerading as the counter balance to the Emperor, in this "constitutional autocracy" - agreed that an actionplan had to be drawn up to deal with these soon to come insurgencies, and even attempt to stop these groups before they planted their seeds of war in Macabee territories. However, this 'war against treason' which was to follow the Emperor's behest would need to be carefully done; for the Empire also needed the support of the people in those regions. However, in no way would the Empire's response to the growth of these anti-Macabee movements be light.
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The black Alfa Romeo Spyder sped down Algeth Street, the central roadway in the Targul Frumo's suburb of Rancho del Rey, and entered a large parking lot which shared a side with one of Targul Frumos' most reknown night clubs. A man, wearing a long, leather, trench coat, stepped out once he opened the rather heavy door of the car. His hair was combed back, and his eyes were covered with nice, modern, glasses, and he paid no heed to anyone around him, although the ladies couldn't resist a glimps at him. He walked at a apathetic pace towards the entrance of the night club, Lux Nova. As he stepped into line one of the rather large men guarding the club asked him for his identification card. He quickly reached into his leater coat and pulled out his wallet and flipped it to his card, and the bouncer nodded. The bouncer added the extra note of, "Don't start any trouble dawg, or you'll be facing us."
The man smiled and waited his turn in line. Finally, after some five minutes of wait he entered into the club. Strobe lights were flashing left and right, while the dance floor was packed as some of the latest techno was being played. It was quite a scene; something you would expect to see in Europe these days. He continued walking in and made his way to the bar. When the tender asked him what he wanted he answered, "You dead."
Out of the blue the man opened his trench coat and took out a .90 cal pistol and shoot the bar tender in the back of the head before the tender was able to reach down for his shotgun. Seconds later screams of panic flooded the club as gunfire raged back and forth. The man in the black leather jacket merely dropped the pistol and pulled out two antiquated sub-machineguns. The rounds sprayed the dance floor until nothing was left alive, and the sounds which once hung in the air turned into an ear piercing silence. The man, as cool as he was before, began to leave the scene, saying only, "That's what you get when you fuck with the law."
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