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The sniper moved his gun slowly, in time with pacing guard’s head. Other snipers were in position all around the mansion; each had a different target acquired. A faint click was followed by another. The sound of a timer caused the pull of a trigger. The bullet from the sniper rifle, lodged firmly in the brain of the target. Guards all around the mansion slumped to the ground, lying in pools of their own blood.

The captain looked at his watch, 1 o’clock exactly. He pressed the small button on his radio to indicate that the time to go was now. With that indicator, assault groups emerged from the bushes and headed towards the mansion.

Each assault group moved to a different door. Jonathon Ricks pulled out his lock picking set and began on the front door. As he fiddled the lock he could hear the other groups already getting inside. Then the lock sprung, and the door swung wide opened, where another guard looked shocked to a band of men in black and balaclavas holding silenced semi-automatic machine guns. The guard’s hand went for his gun, but a hail of bullets ripped through him before he could even touch it. His body his the ground as hard as all the rest. Ricks gave a hand signal, most would have no idea what it meant, but in this case it meant split up and kill everything.

Ricks moved slowly towards the door on his right. He opened it to find the room empty, not surprising considering the room was coat closet. The next room on his allocation was the kitchen. In kitchen was a small bed in which lay a rather old dog. Ricks knew the score. He raised his rifle and pulled the trigger. The dog gave a quick movement then stopped altogether.

Two rooms connected to the kitchen, the domestic staff’s quarters and the dinning hall. Ricks turned the handle silently and moved into the quarters. Inside lay soundly twelve persons, employees of the family. He again lifted his rifle, with less ease this time. He pulled the trigger and swung his weapon around the room, moving left to right. Persons on the left side of the room began waking, to quickly become bodies. Ricks released the trigger to notice two persons seemed alive, although the gushing blood and white faces indicated they were not well. Ricks gave two more quick bursts from his machine gun, blasting the remaining two. He then walked over and took their pulses. “All dead,” he thought, before moving on to the dining hall.

He could hear others from the attack groups beginning to pour the petrol in the mansion. He wasn’t sure how many were dead yet, but he sure hoped the loud pouring didn’t make a great deal of noise. Then he heard light gunfire not far away, apparently a guard had heard the noise. Ricks continued into the dining hall, nothing again. At the far side of the dining hall was a passage, where others involved in the attack were already moving from room to room.

Across from himself, Ricks could see a very old lady dead in her dead, a cat at the end of the bed, both riddled with holes and covered in blood. Ricks turned down the hall and walked straight to the end. He opened the door to the master bed room, but he wasn’t there. His wife was but, so Ricks took aimed and fire.

Ricks searched several more rooms to no avail, before to the bushes returning outside.

“He wasn’t in his room,” said Ricks.

The Captain looked at him, “No ones seen him, it’s like he’s disappeared from Farmina altogether. Even the searches of his office have turned up nothing.”

Ricks looked over to the mansion as the last over the attackers pulled out.

The Captain pulled out a small remote and pressed the button. A huge explosion could be heard, as a fireball collapsed the centre of the mansion and the rest of Walter House burst into flames.


The Previous Night:

“Greetings Councilor Grey,” began Supreme Commander Bashar, “Congratulations on your election as leader of the Fascist block.”
“Call me Tobias, if you will, Lord Bashar,” said Councilor Grey, “And you would be Councilor Aricar, head of the Military Block.”
“Yes, I have worked in the same building as you for several weeks now Councillor Grey,” said Aricar.
“True, but I never paid you much pittance,” responded Grey.

Aricar’s face turned sour, “What is it you want?”
“The military and the Fascists to secure their union. The military loves its autonomy and Justinian is eating it bit by bit.”
“And you can help us?” asked Bashar.
“Indeed my Lord Bashar. We are in a strong position now. Justinian faces war and embargo because of the executions he ordered today. Justinian will be more dependent on you than ever. In the parliament the Conservatives will lose several teeth over the incident and I have a trump card, Justinian won’t see coming.”
“What do you want with us?” asked Aricar.
“My dear man, I see you are dedicated, you gave up your generalship to join politics. What I need from you is loyalty and weapons.”

“That is quite an ask,” said Bashar.
“I suggest you will find away,” said Grey, “Autonomy is the ultimate prize.”
“I suppose we have stockpiles of weapons from other nations,” said Bashar.
“Good,” said Grey, “Now for your first test I need this man and his family taken out. I want him completely destroyed.”
Grey handed over maps, the victim’s photo and a photo everyone expected to be in the house.

“This is Professor Walter,” exclaimed Bashar, handing the photo to Aricar.
“He is a thorn in my side,” responded Grey, “Every time he talks we hurt. Now is the time to strike. It was he how was the largest pusher for today’s massacre. If we get rid of him it will look like the Socialists have got revenge.”
“Hmm,” noised Aricar, “I suppose we could use weapons and replicas of weapons that originated in Hogsweat and the like.”
“The thorn from our side, and Justinian will stamp on the surviving Socialists,” said Bashar, “I think we can do it.”
“Good,” said Grey, “Remember not even the three cats and two dogs must be allowed to survive. This is complete destruction.”


Present day:

“…I’m outside Walter House as you can see and the fire is finally coming under control. We have no idea what caused the fire yet, but there were reports of a large bang at about one ten. There have so far been no reports of survivors from the celebrity academic’s house. The bodies of several guards have been found dead around the premises, shot suggesting this was a highly planned attack. The obvious suspects seem to be Socialists, who Professor Michael Walter pulled a great number of strings with regard to the mass execution. The other major suspect is the Fascist Block which has also been condemned by the Professor…”

Three hours later:

“…And now we return to our on the scene reporter, Karen Chow.”

Karen Chow began to speak, in from of the ruins of Walter House began to speak in a somber tone, “We have now received word that a body count has been completed as well as a preliminary identification. Professor Michael Walter is not among the dead, although the government refuses to state his location for security reasons. The dead stand at: Dr Laura Walter, 45, expert in physics, beloved wife of Michael Walter.
All the Michael and Laura Walter’s children are confirmed dead:
James Walter, 25, PhD student.
Greg Walter, 18, military trainee
John Walter, 18, military trainee
Lisa Walter, 16, secondary school student
Peter Walter, 15, secondary school student
Endina Walter, 12, primary school student
Juliet Walter, 9, primary school student
Sam Walter, 3.
His mother, Sarah Walter, 81 is also confirmed dead.
Other dead include all staff members staying at the…”

OOC: This results from the events in http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=407708

Uber Tag

(This is one of the greatest damn posts I've ever seen, Farmina. Nothing short of sublime.)

A telegram was sent.

Though I know your on very poor terms with our Emperor, I would like to extend an olive branch of friendship to Farmina. We would like to send a group of our S.S.(S.S. purging Facists, ironic) soldiers to help you track down the facists.

General Willhelm
http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/uniforms3/Waffen-SS.jpg

A telegram was sent.

Though I know your on very poor terms with our Emperor, I would like to extend an olive branch of friendship to Farmina. We would like to send a group of our S.S.(S.S. purging Facists, ironic) soldiers to help you track down the facists.

General Willhelm
OOC: We don't know it was the Fascists and Farmina is in enough trouble for purging.

Uber Tag

(This is one of the greatest damn posts I've ever seen, Farmina. Nothing short of sublime.)


OOC: You couldn't possibly have read it in the time since I posted it. But thanks for the compliement.

OOC: You couldn't possibly have read it in the time since I posted it. But thanks for the compliement.

(OOC: I'm a very fast reader. ;))

And back a few hours again:


“My Emperor, wake up,” said Paul Drieder, Justinian’s top aide.

Justinian woke, with a great deal of noise, before looking over at the clock. “It’s three in the morning what could possibly important enough to wake me up two hours early.”

“Its Professor Walter, sir,” began Drieder.

“Tell him to call me back in three hours,” said Justinian, “I’m not in the mood for his lectures.”

“No, sir. His house is on fire, several guards have been shot and we believe he is dead,” said Drieder.

“No, it can be,” said Justinian, “He was a friend, a backer and an ally. It can’t be. Have you checked his office?”

“He can’t be found,” replied Drieder, “Perhaps he was overseas.”

“Good thinking,” said Justinian, “You will need a password to access the data. It is…”


Minutes later:


The Emperor fastened the final part of his white suit. “He is away,” said Drieder, “Parthia apparently.”
The Emperor looked over to Drieder, “Inform the media that Michael is out of the country but we don’t know where. We don’t want his attackers trying again.”


And forward to the present time:

Emperor Justinian looked into the camera and began to speak,
“Fellow citizens, for those of you awake at this hour will know that family of our beloved Professor Michael Walter has been mercilessly butchered. My condolences go out to the Professor where he is. He is a great man and a good friend. I promise him that I shall do everything in my power to bring the killers to justice. I wish safety to the Professor where ever he is.”

Tobias Grey sipped his coffee, noting the story in the paper on the Walter tragedy.

"Shame," muttered Grey, adding very quietly, "Shame he wasn't there."

"...current investigations seem to show that there may have been military involvement, considering the expertise of the execution..."

"Bah," said Grey, turning off the radio. He didn't like hearing authorities knew the facts.

"Councillor Grey," said Sullivan, opening the door, "Everything is ready for this afternoon. Also our friend in the palace gave us this."

This referred to a small piece of paper reading, "Parthia."

The Fascists had found the Professor.

Up to top. Could I hear feedback, even if it is about my style.

No condelences, no flowers, does anyone even care that my government is about to collapse?

(OOC: Obviously not. You've made enemies because of your killing of Socialists. Shouldn't have done that. Lol.)

(OOC: Obviously not. You've made enemies because of your killing of Socialists. Shouldn't have done that. Lol.)

Its vital finishing the story. People didn't even check the full story relating to that, I've fired more ignore cannon twice already because of noobish idiots who can't get their facts straight and god mod.

The Fascist sat at the bar, not together an altogether evil act.

But it was what he intended to do that mattered.

"Five million Harens, if you get rid of this man," he said passing a folder to the mercenary, "Professor Michael Walter, bigwig Conservative."

"He is in Parthia. All we want is dead and no links to me, or my employers," concluded the Fascist.

Bump

Telegram for Farmina!

*TAG*

“And would the Acting Grand Chancellor like to tell the council why we are at war with Hogsweat?” asked Tobias Grey.

“Because the declared war,” responded Acting Grand Chancellor Water.

“And why did they declare war?” asked Tobias Grey.

“You know as well as I do that it was due to our attempt to hold all our executions at once,” responded Water.

“By the Emperor’s order, correct?” asked Grey.

“Are you questioning the Emperor’s judgment?” asked Water.
“
I am,” responded Grey.

The sound of shock and horror filled the room, largely in the form of silence.

“How dare you!” said Water, taken back by the comment.

“How dare I indeed,” said Grey, “Justinian was picked for the role of High Priest due to his apparently superior genetics. It was after this he appointed himself Emperor. I suggest that I, the grandchild of Thomas Grey have superior genealogy to Justinian and I should be Light of Heaven, I should be Emperor.”

“He is just a child,” exclaimed the Liberal leader.

“A child who has led us to war against Hogsweat!” responded Grey.

“I am putting this Council in recess for two days,” declared Water.

With that everyone stood up and left.


Grey then ran several errands around the town, ensuring that all was well for the evening’s plan. That night he had a meeting with the Emperor.


When the clock struck eight, Tobias Grey found himself standing outside the Emperor’s office, waiting for invite inside. Then the word came, “Enter.”

Grey opened the door and walked inside, “Your highness.”

“Apparently not in your eyes,” said Justinian bitterly, “I also note that there are Fascist protests flaring up all over MY country, you wouldn’t happen to know about them?”
“I have heard that some of my supporters are extremely disgruntled due to the war and the deportation of Dan Rickhart,” responded Grey.

“Well I suggest you make the protests stop, and you could be let’s say Chancellor for Foreign Affairs?” said Justinian.

“Sounds like bribery, Emperor Justinian,” said Grey, “That would be immoral and unconstitutional.”

“Morals be damned,” said Justinian, “There are rioters on the streets armed to the teeth with weapons and after all my requests, the Supreme Commander Bashar is failing to stop them. I will have to ask the Field Marshal directly.”

“Remove Field Marshal Jefferson,” Grey thought to himself, before saying aloud, “Good Emperor, I would like to discuss the matter of Peter Vernis.”

“What about him,” asked Justinian, “Apart from you plan to see him dead?”

“I don’t wish the man dead,” said Grey.

“Are you suggesting a trade for Vernis’s life?” said Justinian.

Grey said nothing.

“In exchange for making you Chancellor for Foreign, could you convince your colleagues to save Vernis’s life?” asked Justinian.

“I shall give you my answer tomorrow,” said Grey, who then stood up and left.

Justinian couldn’t help but feel something was very wrong.


The next morning:

Justinian awoke to find his personal mail waiting as usual, ready for his early start. One large yellow envelope gained his notice. It didn’t seem to have a name on it or any reason it should be amongst his personal mail. He assumed it was a mistake, but opened it anyway. Inside he found a small cassette and a note. The note read:

“Emperor Justinian, last night you made some extremely unconstitutional statements and I recorded them. A copy of my recording is included, with the specific elements included. That is to say trying bribing an elected official and trying interfere with a judicial outcome. These are both very serious charges. If you want the riots to ease, Peter Vernis to be innocent and this tape not to get out, I suggest you appoint me the new Grand Chancellor. Failure to comply will lead to a complete collapse of Farmina.
-You Know Who”

Justinian grabbed the tape and placed it in his pocket. He then tore up the note in a great fury. Blackmail was again the name of the game. He walked over to his desk and picked up his pen. Within a few strokes and an official declaration, Tobias Grey would be Grand Chancellor.

I wanna join this but i'm too busy to join right now.

OOC: This post is related to two other threads but this is the intro to how I join the game.

- Oregano, Portshire
After Detective Caltrop had finished telling Securia Marshall Winchester and Vigilante Jay Dratch about the situation Winchester decides it's time to call Securia.


- Securia Capitol
Advisor: "Mr. President, Ravenstad no longer wishes us to participate in the tournament, we have to withdraw our troops."

President Ble: "Ok, tell them to come back to Securia.

Advisor: "We've just recieved word that the plane crash in Portshire caused serious trouble for one of our Securia Marshalls. Apparently he was engaged in a firefight with a police officer. Several military advisors have suggested sending in a search and subdue team to find him."

President Ble: "Send the team that's being recalled to Portshire instead, they must be disappointed at not seeing the action they had hoped for in Ravenstad."


-Helicopter off the shore of Farmina en route to Securia from Ravenstad

Team leader: "Rodger that. Ok men we're going to Portshire on a search and subdue mission. Gather your tranquilizer weapons and back up live weapons in case it gets too dicey.

Pilot: "Rodger that, wait a minute, there's a fuel shortage warning, we had a lot of fuel before leaving sir. It must be a malfunction."

Team leader: "What country are we at right now? Radio in the nearest airport."

Pilot: "No time sir, prepare to crash land."

The chopper crash lands on a beach. "Ok team move out, engineer check out the damage and see how it can be repaired."

The pilot radio contacts the nearest airport to tell them about the crash. The team leader calls Securia and tells the government what happened.

Advisor: "We're trying to contact the Farmina government about the situation."

Just then a rocket propelled grenade hits the helicopter and the copter catches on fire.

Captain Sequa: "Get away from there, the grenades!"

The grenades ignite and the helicopter explodes in a fiery ball of fire.

Captian Sequa: "Who's shooting at us?"

Sniper: "I saw him, he got away."

Soldier: "What do we do now?"

Captain Sequa: "We just wait for the authorities to arrive." Captain Sequa started eating a lollipop.

OOC: This post is related to two other threads but this is the intro to how I join the game.

- Oregano, Portshire
After Detective Caltrop had finished telling Securia Marshall Winchester and Vigilante Jay Dratch about the situation Winchester decides it's time to call Securia.


- Securia Capitol
Advisor: "Mr. President, Ravenstad no longer wishes us to participate in the tournament, we have to withdraw our troops."

President Ble: "Ok, tell them to come back to Securia.

Advisor: "We've just recieved word that the plane crash in Portshire caused serious trouble for one of our Securia Marshalls. Apparently he was engaged in a firefight with a police officer. Several military advisors have suggested sending in a search and subdue team to find him."

President Ble: "Send the team that's being recalled to Portshire instead, they must be disappointed at not seeing the action they had hoped for in Ravenstad."


-Helicopter off the shore of Farmina en route to Securia from Ravenstad

Team leader: "Rodger that. Ok men we're going to Portshire on a search and subdue mission. Gather your tranquilizer weapons and back up live weapons in case it gets too dicey.

Pilot: "Rodger that, wait a minute, there's a fuel shortage warning, we had a lot of fuel before leaving sir. It must be a malfunction."

Team leader: "What country are we at right now? Radio in the nearest airport."

Pilot: "No time sir, prepare to crash land."

The chopper crash lands on a beach. "Ok team move out, engineer check out the damage and see how it can be repaired."

The pilot radio contacts the nearest airport to tell them about the crash. The team leader calls Securia and tells the government what happened.

Advisor: "We're trying to contact the Farmina government about the situation."

Just then a rocket propelled grenade hits the helicopter and the copter catches on fire.

Captain Sequa: "Get away from there, the grenades!"

The grenades ignite and the helicopter explodes in a fiery ball of fire.

Captian Sequa: "Who's shooting at us?"

Sniper: "I saw him, he got away."

Soldier: "What do we do now?"

Captain Sequa: "We just wait for the authorities to arrive." Captain Sequa started eating a lollipop.

Several Farminans arrived about half an hour later, dressed in what seemed to be white military uniforms. "Commander Solo, 2nd Imperial Guard. We recieved your distress call, and came to rescue you ourselves since the military can no longer be trusted," said the leader of the group, "I suggest we escort you to the palace, its still safe their."

“And would the Acting Grand Chancellor like to tell the council why we are at war with Hogsweat?” asked Tobias Grey.

“Because the declared war,” responded Acting Grand Chancellor Water.

“And why did they declare war?” asked Tobias Grey.

“You know as well as I do that it was due to our attempt to hold all our executions at once,” responded Water.

“By the Emperor’s order, correct?” asked Grey.

“Are you questioning the Emperor’s judgment?” asked Water.
“
I am,” responded Grey.

The sound of shock and horror filled the room, largely in the form of silence.

“How dare you!” said Water, taken back by the comment.

“How dare I indeed,” said Grey, “Justinian was picked for the role of High Priest due to his apparently superior genetics. It was after this he appointed himself Emperor. I suggest that I, the grandchild of Thomas Grey have superior genealogy to Justinian and I should be Light of Heaven, I should be Emperor.”

“He is just a child,” exclaimed the Liberal leader.

“A child who has led us to war against Hogsweat!” responded Grey.

“I am putting this Council in recess for two days,” declared Water, furious as the Fascist’s lack of respect for the Emperor.

With that everyone stood up and left.


Grey then ran several errands around the town, ensuring that all was well for the evening’s plan. That night he had a meeting with the Emperor.


When the clock struck eight, Tobias Grey found himself standing outside the Emperor’s office, waiting for invite inside. Then the word came, “Enter.”

Grey opened the door and walked inside, “Your highness.”

“Apparently not in your eyes,” said Justinian bitterly, “I also note that there are Fascist protests flaring up all over MY country, you wouldn’t happen to know about them?”
“I have heard that some of my supporters are extremely disgruntled due to the war and the deportation of Dan Rickhart,” responded Grey.

“Well I suggest you make the protests stop, and you could be let’s say Chancellor for Foreign Affairs?” said Justinian.

“Sounds like bribery, Emperor Justinian,” said Grey, “That would be immoral and unconstitutional.”

“Morals be damned,” said Justinian, “There are rioters on the streets armed to the teeth with weapons and after all my requests, the Supreme Commander Bashar is failing to stop them. I will have to ask the Field Marshal directly.”

“Remove Field Marshal Jefferson,” Grey thought to himself, before saying aloud, “Good Emperor, I would like to discuss the matter of Peter Vernis.”

“What about him,” asked Justinian, “Apart from you plan to see him dead?”

“I don’t wish the man dead,” said Grey.

“Are you suggesting a trade for Vernis’s life?” said Justinian.

Grey said nothing.

“In exchange for making you Chancellor for Foreign, could you convince your colleagues to save Vernis’s life?” asked Justinian.

“I shall give you my answer tomorrow,” said Grey, who then stood up and left.

Justinian couldn’t help but feel something was very wrong.


The next morning:

Justinian awoke to find his personal mail waiting as usual, ready for his early start. One large yellow envelope gained his notice. It didn’t seem to have a name on it or any reason it should be amongst his personal mail. He assumed it was a mistake, but opened it anyway. Inside he found a small cassette and a note. The note read:

“Emperor Justinian, last night you made some extremely unconstitutional statements and I recorded them. A copy of my recording is included, with the specific elements included. That is to say trying bribing an elected official and trying interfere with a judicial outcome. These are both very serious charges. If you want the riots to ease, Peter Vernis to be innocent and this tape not to get out, I suggest you appoint me the new Grand Chancellor. Failure to comply will lead to a complete collapse of Farmina.
-You Know Who”

Justinian grabbed the tape and placed it in his pocket. He then tore up the note in a great fury. Blackmail was again the name of the game. He walked over to his desk and picked up his. With a few strokes and an official declaration, Tobias Grey would become Grand Chancellor.


Gunfire could be heard outside as rioters reaped havoc. Making matters worse was neither Supreme Commander Bashar nor Grand Chancellor Tobias Grey seemed interested in controlling the Fascists.

Field Marshal Jefferson looked down on the street from his third story office, looking down on the chaos inflicted by a recent mob. He stirred his cup of tea, slowly and with contempt. “This isn’t the nation I served in Sinear for,” said Jefferson, “God, tell us what we have done wrong.”

He put down the tea cup and looked over at his adjutant, “Colonel Simpson, is something the matter.”
“I can’t help feeling the end is near,” said Simpson, “As though we have been betrayed by someone in our midst.”

“Colonel,” began Jefferson, “Let me tell you there is absolutely no doubt about it. Bashar is in Verica today with the new Grand Chancellor. Where do you think the Fascists are getting all their weapons from? Where do you think their getting half their man power from?”

“You can’t be serious sir,” said the Colonel, “The head of the military is a traitor.”

With that the Field Marshal walked across the room over to the door to the Supreme Commander’s office. He then pulled out a keycard, and brought it through the lock. After a few seconds beeping, the door swung open.

“Are you sure this is wise sir?” asked Simpson, “One supposes we could get in trouble.”

“And who would tell?” asked Jefferson, pulling open the middle draw, the rummaging towards the bottom of the draw.

“Ah here we go,” said Jefferson, “Its marked ‘Extremely Confidential’ which tells you its something that shouldn’t exist full stop.”

Jefferson then placed the file on the desk and opened it. Very quickly a picture of how bad the situation was emerged.

“He tried to kill off Walter’s family,” said Jefferson handing over house plans, marked “Walter House”.

“Not tried, succeeded,” pointed out Simpson, “And look at these, it seems like a page covered in numbers.”

“Weapons and ammos transfers,” said Jefferson, “I think you will also find Fascist leaning soldiers have also been spending their duty time rioting. Who knows how much of the budget has disappeared?”

“How did you know that was in the middle draw?” asked Simpson.

“The old fool is predictable. Its just the logical place to hide something, the lower part of the middle draw,” said Jefferson.

Simpson however had found something else, “Sir this was in the bin.”

Jefferson picked up the poorly disposed document, “Kill FMRJ.”

Field Marshal Ronald Jefferson knew exactly who FMRJ was. “Their trying to kill me,” said Jefferson, “The head of the Farminan military is trying to kill me.”

“It gets worse,” said Colonel Simpson, “It looks like the Fascists are planning a complete takeover. Starting soon, no doubt Tobias is just moving the last pawns into place.”

“Let me see that,” grabbing the document Simpson had grabbed out of the file, “The Supreme Commander is planning on stamping out all remaining conservative influences within the military. That must be why he wants me dead.”

“And I suppose from the military they shall springboard into the rest of the country,” added Colonel Simpson.

“Complete domination,” said Jefferson, “Grey and Bashar are planning complete domination.”

Several Farminans arrived about half an hour later, dressed in what seemed to be white military uniforms. "Commander Solo, 2nd Imperial Guard. We recieved your distress call, and came to rescue you ourselves since the military can no longer be trusted," said the leader of the group, "I suggest we escort you to the palace, its still safe their."

Captain Sequa: "Ok we'll go with you, our helicopter was destroyed by a rocket, do you have any idea who could have attacked us?"

The soldiers follow The Imperial Guard as they talk.

OOC: I have to leave on friday so i won't be able to post till monday

Captain Sequa: "Ok we'll go with you, our helicopter was destroyed by a rocket, do you have any idea who could have attacked us?"

The soldiers follow The Imperial Guard as they talk.

"If only we knew," said Solo, "We have foriegn agents running all over the place. Fascist trouble makers, Socialist trouble makers, the military. Farmina is caving in, and there seems to be nothing anyone can do."

"This is our chopper," said Solo after reaching a nearby landing sight, "Get in, we should be in Verica within half an hour."

OOC: Just a warning, don't RP things like being shot at without the other person's permission, some people will get really narcky.

"There's more," said Simpson, "The Supreme Commander has records of how every single military personel voted. Thats how he plans to get us.:

"Not unexpected," said Jefferson, "Scan the lists, and put them on my computer, I have a plan. We may save some of Farmina yet."

OOC: Ok sorry about that. Well I gotta go and probably won't post till monday see you guys later.

Standing orders to DDF garrison in Farmina

In case of rebellion, you are to secure Emperor Justinian and to execute all councill members. In relay with the DSS you are also to secure and eliminate all Farminian officals, execution of dissidents has been cleared and in case of emergency the 9th Battle Carrier fleet has been made available to you for shore bombardment.

Two regiments will arrive in due time, increasing DDF numbers to 45.000 and over 140.000 support personal.

Death those that oppose the Empire

OoC: Meaning that any rebels, including officals get the bullet.

OOC: Looks like Justinian won't have to flee.