The True Way of Alan
25-02-2005, 15:59
Inside the palace, the soldiers quietly dispersed to their locations. The Holy Guard, was the elite of the Alanian armies and could hold the palace indefinelty with only a hundred men. The palace was a veritable killing ground, with halls designed for crossfire, hidden sniper posts, and walls over five feet thick. Lt. Comdr. Bahr, walked quietly to the comm room and picked up a intercom. "All non-essential palace personal report to the Alter Room immedietly. Suddenly the doors slammed shut to the outside, and all knew that something was happening. Bahr begin to fax copies of a plea for aid to all nations.
Honorable Ambassador and Leaders of the Nation, my name is Lt. Comdr. Bahr. I'm the Lt. Comdr. in charge of the Holy Guard, in the capital of Tru'Alan. I respectfully request your assistince. This fax maybe the last communication we send out. We have taken the palace and hold it now. In about 15 minutes you will discover that the Holy Guard has seized the Palace of Alan. The rebellion, led by myself, request your assistence. Our aim is to overthrow the Church driven government, and force the Lord Priest and the Chuch into a role that does not involve them ruling the people. We have the people's support in this and are in need of help to hold off the Church's armies. We would welcome help, and in return will allow your government to set up an embassy. Please we need help. Lt. Comdr. Bahr.
Back in Sthyxia:
Lord Priest N'ala R'hab's guard leaned down, and handed R'hab a notice that they had just recieved from Tru'Alan. N'ala's already pale face went as white as a sheet. He leaped up bowed to the Empress, and with one of his guards following, rushed out of the room.
The other guard moved to the Empress and leaned into her ear and whispered: Lord Priest R'hab has recieved word of urgent business in our capital city. He will return shortly. I'm truly sorry.
Back in Tru'Alan:
The police were responding to a call from the palace that there was a fire. As they approched, they heard several muffled claps. Officer Dugan, looked to see what they were but saw no one. Looking as his fellow officers, he say that several were laying down in the dirt. Dead. "Snipers" he muttered right as a bulled slammed into the back of his head. :sniper:
In the Tru'Alan International Airport:
Several planes of the nations airfleet were landing. Gerad Mondar flicked his cigarette over the railing and quietly reached into his bag, feeling the handle on his sub-machine gun. Mondar was a member of the terrorist group, the Hands of Alan. The Hands were the "unoffical" arm of the Church of Alan. The Holy Guard had taking the palace, and Mondar, had recieved a call from Lord Priest R'hab himself, to kill people in the airport. The goal was to frame the Holy Guard as terrorists. Maybe get some nations to invade and help overthrow the rebels.
People began to get off their planes. Gerad slid a clip into his H&K MP5 and as they walked up the steps, whipped it out and begin to unload into the people. Blood ran down the stairs. :mp5:
10 Minutes later:
Lord Priest N'ala R'hab, finished with his speech, mourning the dead at the airport. "Brilliant plan,if I do say so," he muttered to himself. He would appear shocked and hurt, and then blame the Holy Guard. And he would kill the tratior Bahr, himself. Yes, this was a bad day. The Church had ruled for over 200 years. The country was not ready for this. Not at all. And R'hab didn't want to lose his power. He loved power. Beyond all except Alan.
Honorable Ambassador and Leaders of the Nation, my name is Lt. Comdr. Bahr. I'm the Lt. Comdr. in charge of the Holy Guard, in the capital of Tru'Alan. I respectfully request your assistince. This fax maybe the last communication we send out. We have taken the palace and hold it now. In about 15 minutes you will discover that the Holy Guard has seized the Palace of Alan. The rebellion, led by myself, request your assistence. Our aim is to overthrow the Church driven government, and force the Lord Priest and the Chuch into a role that does not involve them ruling the people. We have the people's support in this and are in need of help to hold off the Church's armies. We would welcome help, and in return will allow your government to set up an embassy. Please we need help. Lt. Comdr. Bahr.
Back in Sthyxia:
Lord Priest N'ala R'hab's guard leaned down, and handed R'hab a notice that they had just recieved from Tru'Alan. N'ala's already pale face went as white as a sheet. He leaped up bowed to the Empress, and with one of his guards following, rushed out of the room.
The other guard moved to the Empress and leaned into her ear and whispered: Lord Priest R'hab has recieved word of urgent business in our capital city. He will return shortly. I'm truly sorry.
Back in Tru'Alan:
The police were responding to a call from the palace that there was a fire. As they approched, they heard several muffled claps. Officer Dugan, looked to see what they were but saw no one. Looking as his fellow officers, he say that several were laying down in the dirt. Dead. "Snipers" he muttered right as a bulled slammed into the back of his head. :sniper:
In the Tru'Alan International Airport:
Several planes of the nations airfleet were landing. Gerad Mondar flicked his cigarette over the railing and quietly reached into his bag, feeling the handle on his sub-machine gun. Mondar was a member of the terrorist group, the Hands of Alan. The Hands were the "unoffical" arm of the Church of Alan. The Holy Guard had taking the palace, and Mondar, had recieved a call from Lord Priest R'hab himself, to kill people in the airport. The goal was to frame the Holy Guard as terrorists. Maybe get some nations to invade and help overthrow the rebels.
People began to get off their planes. Gerad slid a clip into his H&K MP5 and as they walked up the steps, whipped it out and begin to unload into the people. Blood ran down the stairs. :mp5:
10 Minutes later:
Lord Priest N'ala R'hab, finished with his speech, mourning the dead at the airport. "Brilliant plan,if I do say so," he muttered to himself. He would appear shocked and hurt, and then blame the Holy Guard. And he would kill the tratior Bahr, himself. Yes, this was a bad day. The Church had ruled for over 200 years. The country was not ready for this. Not at all. And R'hab didn't want to lose his power. He loved power. Beyond all except Alan.