WinTrees
24-09-2005, 20:58
OOC: I apologize in advance for any hideous spelling mistakes, it’s a bit of a rush job.
The room was pitch black with the exception of the 5 candles arranged around the perimeter of a circle marked out on the floor. A man, dressed in a black cloak with a hood covering his face, sat in the circle cross legged. The drone of the starships engines were barely audible through the sound-proofed walls.
“Domus Karsran Peltack.” Muttered the man, “Peltack, Caltorn… Marcus.” He snapped his neck back and looked directly up, the hood falling back revealing a white vein covered face, his eyes were clouded over and unfocused. “Paltorn, Grossmay, Paltorn.”
Government Palace, Wintrees Keelth.
“Confirm the lockdown Captain.” said Admiral Johansson into his com-link.
“Confirmed sir, no way the…<click>.” the voice of the guard Captain cut off as the comm-net closed down.
“Captain? Come in Captain?”
The Admiral looked around the anteroom, there were 3 guards with him, all armed to the teeth.
“Hold your positions,” he said to the ranking guard. “I’m going to check on the Governor.”
“Sir!”
As the Admiral entered the office, Governor Charleston looked up from his desk, “Are we secure Admiral?”
“I don’t believe so Governor, I’ve seen the reports that describe these… things operating. They are called Karl’lum and are used by the less savory elements of civilization as assassins, we’ve laid down plans for any possible incursion… but they seem to be very different from what we are used to… I believe we’ve lost a number of guards already…”
After a brief moment the Governor asked, “The reinforcements…”
“Won’t be here in time sir.”
”So we are powerless?”
“Yes sir, I’m sorry I can’t offer any comforting words.”
Gun fire from the anteroom could be heard as the three monsters started to smash through the reinforced security door. The beasts were about twice the size of your average dog but as strong as an ox, they had the ability to climb walls with ease, and their scaly skin could change its pigmentation like a chameleon. Fearsome beasts indeed, but these were different… they seemed to be acting with a purpose, as a team.
The first Karl’lum was shot dead as it leaped through the door, the 2nd landed on a guard, ripping his throat out and quickly leaping to the next, while the 3rd smashed into the last guard’s legs, bowling him over and cracking his neck on a table.
The Admiral braced himself as he aimed at the security door between the anteroom and the office. A scream came from the anteroom as the last guard succumbed.
The door caved in after a few smashes, the Admiral, who was unarmed, closed his eyes and waited… the Governor screamed as one of the Karl’lum jumped over the table and latched onto the Governors throat, choking him slowly.
Unknown Starship, in-orbit of Wintrees Keelth.
“It is done.” muttered the man as he pulled his hood up, covering his face, he blew out each of the candles and clapped his hands twice, which caused the cabin’s main light to flicker on. The room was in fact the stateroom in a diplomatic transport, HMS Muster.
He flicked a switch on the desk located in the corner of the room, “Captain, proceed with the phase 2 of the plan.”
“Yes my lord.”
WNN, Wintrees News Network.
“If your just joining us, the Governing Council has just convened at a secret location somewhere in Keelth City. They are to discuss and appoint a new Governor after the tragic death of Governor Charleston at the hands of a group of Karl’lum controlled by the criminal group Red Dynasty, whose leaders were found dead this morning.”
St. Matthew building Keelth City.
“The matter of succession is simple, the title of Governor should go to the regional Naval commander for the Keelth sector. As is detailed in the Laws of Colonization.” Shouted Minister Treck over the din of the crowd, “Admiral Regen is to hold the title until the new elections can take place.” He said smashing his fist down on the table.”
“What of Lord Seric? A member of the Royal House of Wintrees surely takes precedence over a military dictatorship?” replied a voice from the crowd.
“Seric is a traitor, he lost the privileges of the Royal bloodline when he was found to practice the dark arts.” Shouted Treck,
“It was never proven in a court of law!” came another voice from the crowd.
“The royals are exempt from the Law, but the facts were pain! The ban applied to everyone.” cried Treck
“So you exiled him, you had no right!”
Treck was unable to give a reply as a bomb which had been secreted under the flooring of the assembly exploded, leaving the St. Matthew building a smoking wreck.
WNN, Wintrees News Network
“Lord Seric, who has returned from exile after pleas from senior civil service members, the highest echelons of government left after the destruction of the assembly yesterday, and is about to make a decree:”
The picture flickered over to the bridge of the HMS Muster.
“Good Morning,” said the man pulling down his hood to reveal his vein covered face, “I have awaited this day ever since I was illegally exiled from Keelth by an oppressive anti-Royal government. Although I am not thankful that this homecoming was due to a devastating lost of life, I am thankful that this oppressive government is no more.
I have returned, my people.
Once I arrive, I will take control of both the civil service and the military and restore order, we will be solid once more.
I believe we are now stronger then we ever were under the parishioners of the Laws of Colonization, and until we are a stable nation again, I will take full control… the Laws of Colonization will no be reinacted until I… we are happy that the stabilization process has been complete.
Thank you.”
The room was pitch black with the exception of the 5 candles arranged around the perimeter of a circle marked out on the floor. A man, dressed in a black cloak with a hood covering his face, sat in the circle cross legged. The drone of the starships engines were barely audible through the sound-proofed walls.
“Domus Karsran Peltack.” Muttered the man, “Peltack, Caltorn… Marcus.” He snapped his neck back and looked directly up, the hood falling back revealing a white vein covered face, his eyes were clouded over and unfocused. “Paltorn, Grossmay, Paltorn.”
Government Palace, Wintrees Keelth.
“Confirm the lockdown Captain.” said Admiral Johansson into his com-link.
“Confirmed sir, no way the…<click>.” the voice of the guard Captain cut off as the comm-net closed down.
“Captain? Come in Captain?”
The Admiral looked around the anteroom, there were 3 guards with him, all armed to the teeth.
“Hold your positions,” he said to the ranking guard. “I’m going to check on the Governor.”
“Sir!”
As the Admiral entered the office, Governor Charleston looked up from his desk, “Are we secure Admiral?”
“I don’t believe so Governor, I’ve seen the reports that describe these… things operating. They are called Karl’lum and are used by the less savory elements of civilization as assassins, we’ve laid down plans for any possible incursion… but they seem to be very different from what we are used to… I believe we’ve lost a number of guards already…”
After a brief moment the Governor asked, “The reinforcements…”
“Won’t be here in time sir.”
”So we are powerless?”
“Yes sir, I’m sorry I can’t offer any comforting words.”
Gun fire from the anteroom could be heard as the three monsters started to smash through the reinforced security door. The beasts were about twice the size of your average dog but as strong as an ox, they had the ability to climb walls with ease, and their scaly skin could change its pigmentation like a chameleon. Fearsome beasts indeed, but these were different… they seemed to be acting with a purpose, as a team.
The first Karl’lum was shot dead as it leaped through the door, the 2nd landed on a guard, ripping his throat out and quickly leaping to the next, while the 3rd smashed into the last guard’s legs, bowling him over and cracking his neck on a table.
The Admiral braced himself as he aimed at the security door between the anteroom and the office. A scream came from the anteroom as the last guard succumbed.
The door caved in after a few smashes, the Admiral, who was unarmed, closed his eyes and waited… the Governor screamed as one of the Karl’lum jumped over the table and latched onto the Governors throat, choking him slowly.
Unknown Starship, in-orbit of Wintrees Keelth.
“It is done.” muttered the man as he pulled his hood up, covering his face, he blew out each of the candles and clapped his hands twice, which caused the cabin’s main light to flicker on. The room was in fact the stateroom in a diplomatic transport, HMS Muster.
He flicked a switch on the desk located in the corner of the room, “Captain, proceed with the phase 2 of the plan.”
“Yes my lord.”
WNN, Wintrees News Network.
“If your just joining us, the Governing Council has just convened at a secret location somewhere in Keelth City. They are to discuss and appoint a new Governor after the tragic death of Governor Charleston at the hands of a group of Karl’lum controlled by the criminal group Red Dynasty, whose leaders were found dead this morning.”
St. Matthew building Keelth City.
“The matter of succession is simple, the title of Governor should go to the regional Naval commander for the Keelth sector. As is detailed in the Laws of Colonization.” Shouted Minister Treck over the din of the crowd, “Admiral Regen is to hold the title until the new elections can take place.” He said smashing his fist down on the table.”
“What of Lord Seric? A member of the Royal House of Wintrees surely takes precedence over a military dictatorship?” replied a voice from the crowd.
“Seric is a traitor, he lost the privileges of the Royal bloodline when he was found to practice the dark arts.” Shouted Treck,
“It was never proven in a court of law!” came another voice from the crowd.
“The royals are exempt from the Law, but the facts were pain! The ban applied to everyone.” cried Treck
“So you exiled him, you had no right!”
Treck was unable to give a reply as a bomb which had been secreted under the flooring of the assembly exploded, leaving the St. Matthew building a smoking wreck.
WNN, Wintrees News Network
“Lord Seric, who has returned from exile after pleas from senior civil service members, the highest echelons of government left after the destruction of the assembly yesterday, and is about to make a decree:”
The picture flickered over to the bridge of the HMS Muster.
“Good Morning,” said the man pulling down his hood to reveal his vein covered face, “I have awaited this day ever since I was illegally exiled from Keelth by an oppressive anti-Royal government. Although I am not thankful that this homecoming was due to a devastating lost of life, I am thankful that this oppressive government is no more.
I have returned, my people.
Once I arrive, I will take control of both the civil service and the military and restore order, we will be solid once more.
I believe we are now stronger then we ever were under the parishioners of the Laws of Colonization, and until we are a stable nation again, I will take full control… the Laws of Colonization will no be reinacted until I… we are happy that the stabilization process has been complete.
Thank you.”