New Empire
20-11-2004, 00:52
[Draka Manor, Frisia Province]
[1 year before present day]
The complex was large, nestled in a large plot of land unlogged and unmined, virgin looking, really, from the air save for a handful of cottages and the large lodge like mansion.
Col. David Tolgren flipped on his headlights as his car traveled down the beat up country road, through twists and turns until he brought the car to a stop, checking the stump to his left. He slowly opened the door and stepped out of the car, and took out a lighter and flicked it three times, the only speck of light in the barren woods.
A slight rustling was heard, and a camoflauged man, bearing a rifle that surely was not easy to procure in a society like New Empire's. He wore night vision goggles, but pulled up a red flashlight and looked over the man.
"Tolgren. I'm on the list."
The man flicked open a PDA and checked, and then held out another device.
"Thumbprint here."
The Colonel pulled off a glove and did what the man instructed.
"Welcome, Colonel."
The guard tapped in a message into the PDA, and in the distance a seires of clicks and whirs were heard as gates opened, revealing the paved road. David stepped back into the vehicle, and made his way down the road, and got out of the vehicle where a servant offered to take it to a garage. He entered the building, more guards around it as one in a suit, but armed with a submachinegun, lead him down a hall and then up a flight of stairs to a well lit room with crackling fireplaces. A variety of men were here, he knew, all with serious influence. Soldiers, Senators, spies, businessmen, scientists, the creme of the UCSNE.
"Nice to see you here, Colonel Tolgren."
The man speaking was in his 40s, graying dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was Thomas Draka.
The Draka family name is not a new one. One of the first clans to gain power in the Nieufrisia/Montascus region, they ruled an efficient and well armed city state with many others at their mercy, puppet states. It was that family the Auers clan chose to bond with and form the 'Old Empire'. They had sunk back into the ashes when the empire collapsed, but the clan and the allied families, along with their political ideology survived.
They talked. Of the situation in New Empire. Violence in Kurtz was simmering down, leaving many liberals angry with the government in the conflict's wake. Kessler's loss to Liberty Alliance Howard Patton in the elections left many centrists and conservatives very angry with the government, and many provinces were claiming the elections were sabotaged. The rich poor gap was higher than ever, and the military budgets were being hacked down like timber. The economy was already showing downward trends.
This held great prospect for the Draka movement. But they could not act quickly. Plans were formulated. And given time, the war would come.
[Berliston]
The rioters were thick as they made their way down the streets towards the 'Old Fortress'. Usual the national guard would be called in, except they refused to enter the area. The military was in a state of undeclared rebellion, with 90% of the forces reeling from budget and pay cuts as the economy continued to spiral. Factories were empty as the military closed off orders of new equipment, and the generals sat like dogs looking at a platter of steak on the other side of a door when they saw what HNI and other companies had planned.
The police and Presidential Guard were forced to hold off the protestors, who were smart enough not to resort to violence. On top of a police van, one of the spotter/sniper teams was sipping on a camel pak when some unusual reports sounded over the commnet.
"... Fuck man, withdraw! Don't screw with them!"
The man spit out the tube he was sipping on and gaped. A rumble filled the air along with the squeaks and screeches of heavy metal. The first vehicle was placed not for tactical advantage, but for psychological ones. It was a KAF90F Bolo, with APCs and IFVs behind it. Troops sat outside, in full combat kit.
Tolgren smiled as he poked his head out of the vehicle, watching as the crowd parted in the large plaza. He stopped his vehicle, and ordered the men to get into formation. APCs and IFVs fanned out in a semicircle in front of the tanks, with troops taking position. In the other three roads leading to the fortress, the same thing was happening. The Fortress was surrounded, and Patton was inside. The presidential choppers were still there, but soon the MANPADS would be in place, and likely the air force.
The presidency was under siege in the most radical revolution the nation had ever experienced.
[1 year before present day]
The complex was large, nestled in a large plot of land unlogged and unmined, virgin looking, really, from the air save for a handful of cottages and the large lodge like mansion.
Col. David Tolgren flipped on his headlights as his car traveled down the beat up country road, through twists and turns until he brought the car to a stop, checking the stump to his left. He slowly opened the door and stepped out of the car, and took out a lighter and flicked it three times, the only speck of light in the barren woods.
A slight rustling was heard, and a camoflauged man, bearing a rifle that surely was not easy to procure in a society like New Empire's. He wore night vision goggles, but pulled up a red flashlight and looked over the man.
"Tolgren. I'm on the list."
The man flicked open a PDA and checked, and then held out another device.
"Thumbprint here."
The Colonel pulled off a glove and did what the man instructed.
"Welcome, Colonel."
The guard tapped in a message into the PDA, and in the distance a seires of clicks and whirs were heard as gates opened, revealing the paved road. David stepped back into the vehicle, and made his way down the road, and got out of the vehicle where a servant offered to take it to a garage. He entered the building, more guards around it as one in a suit, but armed with a submachinegun, lead him down a hall and then up a flight of stairs to a well lit room with crackling fireplaces. A variety of men were here, he knew, all with serious influence. Soldiers, Senators, spies, businessmen, scientists, the creme of the UCSNE.
"Nice to see you here, Colonel Tolgren."
The man speaking was in his 40s, graying dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was Thomas Draka.
The Draka family name is not a new one. One of the first clans to gain power in the Nieufrisia/Montascus region, they ruled an efficient and well armed city state with many others at their mercy, puppet states. It was that family the Auers clan chose to bond with and form the 'Old Empire'. They had sunk back into the ashes when the empire collapsed, but the clan and the allied families, along with their political ideology survived.
They talked. Of the situation in New Empire. Violence in Kurtz was simmering down, leaving many liberals angry with the government in the conflict's wake. Kessler's loss to Liberty Alliance Howard Patton in the elections left many centrists and conservatives very angry with the government, and many provinces were claiming the elections were sabotaged. The rich poor gap was higher than ever, and the military budgets were being hacked down like timber. The economy was already showing downward trends.
This held great prospect for the Draka movement. But they could not act quickly. Plans were formulated. And given time, the war would come.
[Berliston]
The rioters were thick as they made their way down the streets towards the 'Old Fortress'. Usual the national guard would be called in, except they refused to enter the area. The military was in a state of undeclared rebellion, with 90% of the forces reeling from budget and pay cuts as the economy continued to spiral. Factories were empty as the military closed off orders of new equipment, and the generals sat like dogs looking at a platter of steak on the other side of a door when they saw what HNI and other companies had planned.
The police and Presidential Guard were forced to hold off the protestors, who were smart enough not to resort to violence. On top of a police van, one of the spotter/sniper teams was sipping on a camel pak when some unusual reports sounded over the commnet.
"... Fuck man, withdraw! Don't screw with them!"
The man spit out the tube he was sipping on and gaped. A rumble filled the air along with the squeaks and screeches of heavy metal. The first vehicle was placed not for tactical advantage, but for psychological ones. It was a KAF90F Bolo, with APCs and IFVs behind it. Troops sat outside, in full combat kit.
Tolgren smiled as he poked his head out of the vehicle, watching as the crowd parted in the large plaza. He stopped his vehicle, and ordered the men to get into formation. APCs and IFVs fanned out in a semicircle in front of the tanks, with troops taking position. In the other three roads leading to the fortress, the same thing was happening. The Fortress was surrounded, and Patton was inside. The presidential choppers were still there, but soon the MANPADS would be in place, and likely the air force.
The presidency was under siege in the most radical revolution the nation had ever experienced.