Lachenburg
07-12-2004, 01:38
Adieux, Lachenburg
Field Marshall Ludwig Hapsburg stared blankly out of the tinted widow of his limousine, gazing at the small, winding streets and the ancient stone buildings that loomed over the cobble stone streets. It had seemed as if an eternity had past when he first entered this city, as a young man. Filled with excitement and loyalty to the Crown. But now, all that remained of his character was his sense of duty and the memories etched into his skull, like intricate patterns chiseled into marble. Everything is ready, it is time to act. He thought to himself, We must break free of this cage that is imperialism and start anew.
As the vehicle rolled into the Central Plaza, those thoughts continued to echo in his mind. Returning to reality, Ludwig slowly climbed out of his vehicle, the cold mountain air seeping into every pore of his skin. Ludwig then slowly stepped to the back of the vehicle, where his two associates Franz Belenaux and Hans Gorten were waiting for him. The Field Marshall, with his iron stare, looked in to their eyes, searching for any sense of uncertainty within them. Yet, none could be found, only strength and confidence existed in their souls.
“ It is a pity that you two are so young. But I could not find any others who were so dedicated to the cause.”
The two men nodded slightly as Ludwig continued.
“ We now embark on our final journey. Everything has fallen into place and now its time to put the final piece into the puzzle. Only the Governor-General stands in the way of freedom and once he’s eliminated, liberty will flow through every vein of this city and nation. Let us put an end to this age of Tyranny.”
Placing his worn, callused hands on the back of the vehicle, Ludwig pulled open the trunk, reveling 2 UMP .45 Sub-Machine Guns and 1 Sig Saucer Semi-Automatic Pistol. Ludwig Braced the Pistol with his left hand and inserted one magazine filled with 9mm ammunition. Hans and Franz both shouldered their weapons and prepared to enter the Governor’s Mansion. Time seemed to slow down, as the three figures entered the Antechamber and in a voice filled with compassion, the Field Marshall shouted his final words:
“ Permissum nos vindicatum victoria quod iacio nostrum hostilis ut abyssus.”
Within the chamber stood 4 large pillars, elaborately decorated with banners of red and purple. On the stone wall, hung the portraits of famous leaders and battles of many different ages. Through all of this wealth and grandeur stood the Governor-General Issac Thronbedeu himself, in an unusually happy demeanor. As he went to shake the hand of a fellow associate, several rounds tore through his chest and he collapsed onto the marble floor, crimson liquid collecting around his dying figure. Grasping on to whatever life remained in him, Issac cocked his head to the side. His eyes fixed in horror at the man who killed him. Then darkness enveloped his soul.
As the first shots rang throughout the building, guards poured through every crevice, toting their HK G-36 Assault Rifles and plenty of ammunition. Yet many of them fell like liefless dolls from the trained eye of Ludwig and his assassins. But it was no contest and Ludwig had intended to die. The sheer number of guards had overwhelmed the 3 freedom fighters and after a very short firefight all of them had fallen, their bodies riddled with hundreds of bullet wounds.
The remaining guards took pride in their victory, not realizing their undoing was only hours away.
Field Marshall Ludwig Hapsburg stared blankly out of the tinted widow of his limousine, gazing at the small, winding streets and the ancient stone buildings that loomed over the cobble stone streets. It had seemed as if an eternity had past when he first entered this city, as a young man. Filled with excitement and loyalty to the Crown. But now, all that remained of his character was his sense of duty and the memories etched into his skull, like intricate patterns chiseled into marble. Everything is ready, it is time to act. He thought to himself, We must break free of this cage that is imperialism and start anew.
As the vehicle rolled into the Central Plaza, those thoughts continued to echo in his mind. Returning to reality, Ludwig slowly climbed out of his vehicle, the cold mountain air seeping into every pore of his skin. Ludwig then slowly stepped to the back of the vehicle, where his two associates Franz Belenaux and Hans Gorten were waiting for him. The Field Marshall, with his iron stare, looked in to their eyes, searching for any sense of uncertainty within them. Yet, none could be found, only strength and confidence existed in their souls.
“ It is a pity that you two are so young. But I could not find any others who were so dedicated to the cause.”
The two men nodded slightly as Ludwig continued.
“ We now embark on our final journey. Everything has fallen into place and now its time to put the final piece into the puzzle. Only the Governor-General stands in the way of freedom and once he’s eliminated, liberty will flow through every vein of this city and nation. Let us put an end to this age of Tyranny.”
Placing his worn, callused hands on the back of the vehicle, Ludwig pulled open the trunk, reveling 2 UMP .45 Sub-Machine Guns and 1 Sig Saucer Semi-Automatic Pistol. Ludwig Braced the Pistol with his left hand and inserted one magazine filled with 9mm ammunition. Hans and Franz both shouldered their weapons and prepared to enter the Governor’s Mansion. Time seemed to slow down, as the three figures entered the Antechamber and in a voice filled with compassion, the Field Marshall shouted his final words:
“ Permissum nos vindicatum victoria quod iacio nostrum hostilis ut abyssus.”
Within the chamber stood 4 large pillars, elaborately decorated with banners of red and purple. On the stone wall, hung the portraits of famous leaders and battles of many different ages. Through all of this wealth and grandeur stood the Governor-General Issac Thronbedeu himself, in an unusually happy demeanor. As he went to shake the hand of a fellow associate, several rounds tore through his chest and he collapsed onto the marble floor, crimson liquid collecting around his dying figure. Grasping on to whatever life remained in him, Issac cocked his head to the side. His eyes fixed in horror at the man who killed him. Then darkness enveloped his soul.
As the first shots rang throughout the building, guards poured through every crevice, toting their HK G-36 Assault Rifles and plenty of ammunition. Yet many of them fell like liefless dolls from the trained eye of Ludwig and his assassins. But it was no contest and Ludwig had intended to die. The sheer number of guards had overwhelmed the 3 freedom fighters and after a very short firefight all of them had fallen, their bodies riddled with hundreds of bullet wounds.
The remaining guards took pride in their victory, not realizing their undoing was only hours away.