Dracun imperium
16-09-2005, 21:27
Let us not be deceived - we are today in the midst of a cold war.
- Bernard Baruch
International Waters, Thirty Miles From Romandeosian Coast
The DIS Submarine, Presence stalked the waters silently awaiting orders from Dracun High Command. The sub was under command of Captain Adrian an infamous submarine general known for his quick thinking and ferociousness in battle so ferocious in fact that in a nation quickly becoming a nation that values brutality it is famed. He stalked his crew, walking past them inspecting their stations nothing was to be off incase of any unsuspected call to duty or attack.
Then it came in the orders, “Sir.” Said the communications officer, “We’ve received orders, we are to proceed to coordinates Alfred-Brandon-Kevin-Zero-Three at full speed as soon as possible.” The captain quickly turned to the communications officers, “Understood, tell High Command orders are being followed, Navigations!” He barked, “Get us to that area at once.”
The Navigator and the driver nodded to each other knowing their orders. They were not to proceed to those coordinates but far from them in fact they were going only a few miles away. Dracun High Command had placed them on the submarine for this reason, in reality the navigator and driver were actually Covert Operatives deployed by Ansem himself. The course was set and a whole new meaning to “Accident” was to be put into effect…
Drakata, Capital of the Dracun Imperium
Sinister approached the Emperor with quick haste, anger filling his every step. He had heard the news of what Odin and The Emperor had planned and he did not like it, not one bit. He moved past the guards who turned to see Sinister enter the throne room of Ansem. He stopped when he saw Odin and Ansem conversing but his anger rose even farther, “Ansem! How dare you initiate such a plan without my approval? I am the Military Command-“ He Stopped when Ansem rose, fear swept into Sinister and that was something hard to do.
Ansem stepped slowly from his throne, every step; every move he made brought fear into the very core of Sinister. Sinister took a step back involuntarily and gulped as the fear was brought into his heart as the piercing pure white eyes of Ansem stared into Sinister’s very heart and soul. It was as if Ansem would know his worst fears, he always had such a talent for such thing. When he spoke his voice full of sinister intent, “Listen well commander, my will is that of your own. You shall NOT question my orders. What I do is what is best for the order and Dracun… do you so question me for if you do you can be assured death will be a heaven to what you will endure!”
Oh I know too well, for now then Emperor you shall dominate but not for long I assure you. He thought with anger however his spoke was filled with fear, fake or not Sinister could not tell but all he knew was he could not let himself be killed yet. Ansem smiled a smile that made the very bones of Sinister go weak and his blood chill, it was as if Ansem was the very creation of the devil himself.
“Now Sinister, you are dismissed do not enter my throne room again till I call for you…leave!” Sinister bowed before Ansem in haste and took off, his feet showing the anger beneath his feet, “A trouble he will soon become m’lord this we cannot allow.” Ansem turned to Odin, his chief advisor slowly laughing, “Odin, that is the reason I keep him.”
Romandeosian Waters ten miles off coast
Adrian was growing worried, he did not recognize the area he was an actually saw land, Where are we? he thought with a bit of fear after ordering the scope away he turned to navigation, “Driver… location now?” The navigator turned to the driver and they both nodded, rising and unsheathing something so quick it was blinding and the captain was shot. The crew rose but the two showed them their authority and they sat down quickly. They weren’t just special operatives no; they were members of the Order. Ansem’s personal organization who’s purposes were unknown.
“This crew is under our command now, we are in waters of a nation known as Romeandeos. Our purpose you may ask? Simply put, to start a war.”
- Bernard Baruch
International Waters, Thirty Miles From Romandeosian Coast
The DIS Submarine, Presence stalked the waters silently awaiting orders from Dracun High Command. The sub was under command of Captain Adrian an infamous submarine general known for his quick thinking and ferociousness in battle so ferocious in fact that in a nation quickly becoming a nation that values brutality it is famed. He stalked his crew, walking past them inspecting their stations nothing was to be off incase of any unsuspected call to duty or attack.
Then it came in the orders, “Sir.” Said the communications officer, “We’ve received orders, we are to proceed to coordinates Alfred-Brandon-Kevin-Zero-Three at full speed as soon as possible.” The captain quickly turned to the communications officers, “Understood, tell High Command orders are being followed, Navigations!” He barked, “Get us to that area at once.”
The Navigator and the driver nodded to each other knowing their orders. They were not to proceed to those coordinates but far from them in fact they were going only a few miles away. Dracun High Command had placed them on the submarine for this reason, in reality the navigator and driver were actually Covert Operatives deployed by Ansem himself. The course was set and a whole new meaning to “Accident” was to be put into effect…
Drakata, Capital of the Dracun Imperium
Sinister approached the Emperor with quick haste, anger filling his every step. He had heard the news of what Odin and The Emperor had planned and he did not like it, not one bit. He moved past the guards who turned to see Sinister enter the throne room of Ansem. He stopped when he saw Odin and Ansem conversing but his anger rose even farther, “Ansem! How dare you initiate such a plan without my approval? I am the Military Command-“ He Stopped when Ansem rose, fear swept into Sinister and that was something hard to do.
Ansem stepped slowly from his throne, every step; every move he made brought fear into the very core of Sinister. Sinister took a step back involuntarily and gulped as the fear was brought into his heart as the piercing pure white eyes of Ansem stared into Sinister’s very heart and soul. It was as if Ansem would know his worst fears, he always had such a talent for such thing. When he spoke his voice full of sinister intent, “Listen well commander, my will is that of your own. You shall NOT question my orders. What I do is what is best for the order and Dracun… do you so question me for if you do you can be assured death will be a heaven to what you will endure!”
Oh I know too well, for now then Emperor you shall dominate but not for long I assure you. He thought with anger however his spoke was filled with fear, fake or not Sinister could not tell but all he knew was he could not let himself be killed yet. Ansem smiled a smile that made the very bones of Sinister go weak and his blood chill, it was as if Ansem was the very creation of the devil himself.
“Now Sinister, you are dismissed do not enter my throne room again till I call for you…leave!” Sinister bowed before Ansem in haste and took off, his feet showing the anger beneath his feet, “A trouble he will soon become m’lord this we cannot allow.” Ansem turned to Odin, his chief advisor slowly laughing, “Odin, that is the reason I keep him.”
Romandeosian Waters ten miles off coast
Adrian was growing worried, he did not recognize the area he was an actually saw land, Where are we? he thought with a bit of fear after ordering the scope away he turned to navigation, “Driver… location now?” The navigator turned to the driver and they both nodded, rising and unsheathing something so quick it was blinding and the captain was shot. The crew rose but the two showed them their authority and they sat down quickly. They weren’t just special operatives no; they were members of the Order. Ansem’s personal organization who’s purposes were unknown.
“This crew is under our command now, we are in waters of a nation known as Romeandeos. Our purpose you may ask? Simply put, to start a war.”