Dubai Minor
07-10-2005, 10:13
Abu Dabi
6:37am
Morning sunrays broke over the cityscape of Abu Dabi, casting a dull purple haze into the sky. The morning hours, always tranquil and wrapped in peace. Thousands of Dubai Citizens were just waking up, opening their windows and doors to the beautiful sight, over their sprawling breakfasts. Something that could be afforded, thanks to the "heroic" efforts of the Surpreme King, Mushir Abbas. Of course, all of the new-found wealth came at a price. Freedom was being restricted, the Western Nations seemed so much more than Dubai Minor...instead of taking the step forward towards Westernization, as King Abbas claimed, it all seemed to be a leap backwards, like a child playing hopscotch. Only this was no simple game.
Just as Abu Dabi was beginning to stir, where ever so often a car could be heard rumbling down the streets, and the smell of traditional middle eastern cooking filled the air. The distant rattle of gunfire could be heard. Puny, single shots from small arms,muttled by the enormeous rattle of heavy machine guns.
The next thing that startled the otherwise civilized livelyhoods of the mundane citizens of Dubai, was the defeaning explosions as RPG rounds shattered the King's Palace. Columns of smoke lifted high on Pillars of fire, as gunfire continued to sing a very unholy choir. A few moments later, it all died down, only to be disturbed by the odd sprut of gunshots.
The Palace was indeed shattered. It's outter-walls breeched, its gates dangled unhinged. Blood poured from the open doorway into the Guard shack, a single hand outstretched from the shresh hold. Dubai Regulars and Royal Guards lay in twisted, tortured forms, littering the Palace grounds. The Palace itself was in no better shape. smoke barreled from the ground floor windows, gaping wounds poured fire from the stone walls, and debris lay every where. This coup was fast and hard. Taking everyone by surprise...after all, who really thinks of your own Military, and your own son, coming to kill you?
Abbas, that's who.
It took a good two hours to quench the blaze that took over the carnage. The local police force turned a blind eye, some called them corrupt...others, simply called them opprotunists, just like everyone else. Now was the time to rid Dubai Minor of their founding father, a tyrant. His son at the forefront, after his father ordered the Prince's death.
Prince Mulhulland Abbas, General in the DDF, Dubai Defence Forces, first born son and heir to the thrown, kicked through some charred debris that littered the floor of the King's Chamber. The well-cooked smell of death was awful, one couldn't tell if the smoldering coming from some debris piles was wood, or a corpse. Mulhulland approached his father's desk, which was amazingly untouched, despite the best efforts of rocketmen to utterly destroy this particular part of the Palace.
The General-Prince stood over the half burnt copse of his Father's closest aid...one of the few people that kept the King's decisions halfway sane. Now dead. He was a good man...but sometimes the lives of good men must be taken.
It all started two months prior. Mullhulland's younger Brother, the aspiring, but treacherous Huey Abbas, began to carefully lay his plan to become the next ruler of Dubai Minor. First, planting memos, and other such forged documents andn communiques, to frame his elder brother, for conspiracy. Whilest Mulhulland fought the last bit of counter-rebellion, the terrorist cells that followed the overhtrow of the former EUA, Heuy Abbas took the chance, his close relation with his Father, to make it seem as though, upon Mulhulland's return, he would sieze power on his own.
The General-Prince found out about the order for his death, loose lips in the chain of command, and of course, with his influence, it was hard not to find out. The Military wasn't particularly fond of their new King, as Military funding decreased, and what little funds did make it into the Military's hands, were often shoved down the pockets of corrupt Military heads. The leftover tanks from the EUA were largely in disrepair and disuse, spare parts could no longer be found for them, the airforce...well, drag would give an invading aircraft more resistance than the remaining airforce.
His army was so lacking in mechanization at the point of total sovereignty, that the most effective method of travel was confiscating Police Vehicles, which was far better equipped by then. Upon his return to Abu Dabi, which was done as quietly as possible, Mulhulland made certain his younger brother's promise of chaos was made clear. And thus, the third rebellion began.
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7:05am
King Mushir braced himself as his armored Rolls Royce sped down the roadway, heading towards who knows where...anywhere, really, to escape the turmoil he and his son left behind. He had left thirty of his Royal Guard behind to defend the Palace, and to buy time for his own escape. Another one-hundred or so split up around the city, to incite more fighting, to further mar his own Son's efforts to defeat him. His Rolls roared in line with several escort vehicles, as the sun crept upwards to bring the day forth.
Huey looked back in shock, at the great plumes of smoke that rose towards the clouds. His plan couldn't have worked better, a certain sence of pride came over him, proud of his own caniving.
A few moments later, his cell rang...
"Yes?" He said.
"Sir! They've breached the Palace! Most of our Guard is gone!" It was his advisor. "I'm in your Chamber, it's the only safe place for now! What are your orders?"
"Stay where you are...do not let my Son get a second he could use to find me. Hold them off for as long as you can, order the men to fight 'till their last breath!"
"But, sir! Most of them are de-"...
Mushir hissed and pulled the phone from his ear as an explosion rattled, then nothing. A few moments, the phone went dead.
"Damnit..." Mushir cursed as he threw his phone to the floor.
"Is something the matter, Dad?" The young man said, as innocent as he tried to protray that question, it seathed with guilt.
"No, Son...your Father will be King again...and one day, you too will be King...your Brother, though. He will die."
---
Abu Dabi,
Royal Palace,
Communication Control Room
1:47pm
General Message, to all Nations with vested Interest in Peace Keeping, and the Middle East.
"I am Prince Mulholland Abbas, of Dubai Minor. I come, pleading for aid in a time most peril to the cause of Dubai and Her people. My Father, King Mushir, approaches the Western World with tyranny in the cloak of reform. His mothods are brutal, and have cost the lives of many people. He is a dilusioned King, on the run.
We come to all interested Nations of good will, in the hopes of recieving aid, prefferably in Military equipment, or manpower - to aid in the capture of my Father.
I hope this message is recieved and welcomed.
Peace be with you always,
General-Prince Mulholland Abbas
Factions:
EAU Loyalists: Those loyal to the original states of the EAU, ranging from common folk, to former generals and politicians. Although small in number, there are several known, autonomous groups, Various leaders unknown. Have resorted to acts of Terrorism in the recent past.
Royal Guard: Loyal to Mushir Abbas untill the end, 250 well armed, well-trained soldiers. Most escaped along with King Mushir and Prince Huey Abbas. Whereabouts unknown.
"Re-"Revolutionists: Led by Prince Mulholland Abbas, made up of mostly Military personnel of the regular army. Prince Mulholland has unofficially taken the Crown. Currently seeking his father, former King, Mushir, and younger Prince, Huey Abbas.
OOC: SO here's the deal. Revolution, yadda, yadda, oppressed people wanting freedom, ho ho ho, hee hee hee...you know the drill. All are invited to the show, grab a towel to soak up the blood if you're going in head first.
Basically, the Paradise that I saught to create isn't going so well...so, I'm going to change that. Even if it comes out worse for the wear.
6:37am
Morning sunrays broke over the cityscape of Abu Dabi, casting a dull purple haze into the sky. The morning hours, always tranquil and wrapped in peace. Thousands of Dubai Citizens were just waking up, opening their windows and doors to the beautiful sight, over their sprawling breakfasts. Something that could be afforded, thanks to the "heroic" efforts of the Surpreme King, Mushir Abbas. Of course, all of the new-found wealth came at a price. Freedom was being restricted, the Western Nations seemed so much more than Dubai Minor...instead of taking the step forward towards Westernization, as King Abbas claimed, it all seemed to be a leap backwards, like a child playing hopscotch. Only this was no simple game.
Just as Abu Dabi was beginning to stir, where ever so often a car could be heard rumbling down the streets, and the smell of traditional middle eastern cooking filled the air. The distant rattle of gunfire could be heard. Puny, single shots from small arms,muttled by the enormeous rattle of heavy machine guns.
The next thing that startled the otherwise civilized livelyhoods of the mundane citizens of Dubai, was the defeaning explosions as RPG rounds shattered the King's Palace. Columns of smoke lifted high on Pillars of fire, as gunfire continued to sing a very unholy choir. A few moments later, it all died down, only to be disturbed by the odd sprut of gunshots.
The Palace was indeed shattered. It's outter-walls breeched, its gates dangled unhinged. Blood poured from the open doorway into the Guard shack, a single hand outstretched from the shresh hold. Dubai Regulars and Royal Guards lay in twisted, tortured forms, littering the Palace grounds. The Palace itself was in no better shape. smoke barreled from the ground floor windows, gaping wounds poured fire from the stone walls, and debris lay every where. This coup was fast and hard. Taking everyone by surprise...after all, who really thinks of your own Military, and your own son, coming to kill you?
Abbas, that's who.
It took a good two hours to quench the blaze that took over the carnage. The local police force turned a blind eye, some called them corrupt...others, simply called them opprotunists, just like everyone else. Now was the time to rid Dubai Minor of their founding father, a tyrant. His son at the forefront, after his father ordered the Prince's death.
Prince Mulhulland Abbas, General in the DDF, Dubai Defence Forces, first born son and heir to the thrown, kicked through some charred debris that littered the floor of the King's Chamber. The well-cooked smell of death was awful, one couldn't tell if the smoldering coming from some debris piles was wood, or a corpse. Mulhulland approached his father's desk, which was amazingly untouched, despite the best efforts of rocketmen to utterly destroy this particular part of the Palace.
The General-Prince stood over the half burnt copse of his Father's closest aid...one of the few people that kept the King's decisions halfway sane. Now dead. He was a good man...but sometimes the lives of good men must be taken.
It all started two months prior. Mullhulland's younger Brother, the aspiring, but treacherous Huey Abbas, began to carefully lay his plan to become the next ruler of Dubai Minor. First, planting memos, and other such forged documents andn communiques, to frame his elder brother, for conspiracy. Whilest Mulhulland fought the last bit of counter-rebellion, the terrorist cells that followed the overhtrow of the former EUA, Heuy Abbas took the chance, his close relation with his Father, to make it seem as though, upon Mulhulland's return, he would sieze power on his own.
The General-Prince found out about the order for his death, loose lips in the chain of command, and of course, with his influence, it was hard not to find out. The Military wasn't particularly fond of their new King, as Military funding decreased, and what little funds did make it into the Military's hands, were often shoved down the pockets of corrupt Military heads. The leftover tanks from the EUA were largely in disrepair and disuse, spare parts could no longer be found for them, the airforce...well, drag would give an invading aircraft more resistance than the remaining airforce.
His army was so lacking in mechanization at the point of total sovereignty, that the most effective method of travel was confiscating Police Vehicles, which was far better equipped by then. Upon his return to Abu Dabi, which was done as quietly as possible, Mulhulland made certain his younger brother's promise of chaos was made clear. And thus, the third rebellion began.
---
7:05am
King Mushir braced himself as his armored Rolls Royce sped down the roadway, heading towards who knows where...anywhere, really, to escape the turmoil he and his son left behind. He had left thirty of his Royal Guard behind to defend the Palace, and to buy time for his own escape. Another one-hundred or so split up around the city, to incite more fighting, to further mar his own Son's efforts to defeat him. His Rolls roared in line with several escort vehicles, as the sun crept upwards to bring the day forth.
Huey looked back in shock, at the great plumes of smoke that rose towards the clouds. His plan couldn't have worked better, a certain sence of pride came over him, proud of his own caniving.
A few moments later, his cell rang...
"Yes?" He said.
"Sir! They've breached the Palace! Most of our Guard is gone!" It was his advisor. "I'm in your Chamber, it's the only safe place for now! What are your orders?"
"Stay where you are...do not let my Son get a second he could use to find me. Hold them off for as long as you can, order the men to fight 'till their last breath!"
"But, sir! Most of them are de-"...
Mushir hissed and pulled the phone from his ear as an explosion rattled, then nothing. A few moments, the phone went dead.
"Damnit..." Mushir cursed as he threw his phone to the floor.
"Is something the matter, Dad?" The young man said, as innocent as he tried to protray that question, it seathed with guilt.
"No, Son...your Father will be King again...and one day, you too will be King...your Brother, though. He will die."
---
Abu Dabi,
Royal Palace,
Communication Control Room
1:47pm
General Message, to all Nations with vested Interest in Peace Keeping, and the Middle East.
"I am Prince Mulholland Abbas, of Dubai Minor. I come, pleading for aid in a time most peril to the cause of Dubai and Her people. My Father, King Mushir, approaches the Western World with tyranny in the cloak of reform. His mothods are brutal, and have cost the lives of many people. He is a dilusioned King, on the run.
We come to all interested Nations of good will, in the hopes of recieving aid, prefferably in Military equipment, or manpower - to aid in the capture of my Father.
I hope this message is recieved and welcomed.
Peace be with you always,
General-Prince Mulholland Abbas
Factions:
EAU Loyalists: Those loyal to the original states of the EAU, ranging from common folk, to former generals and politicians. Although small in number, there are several known, autonomous groups, Various leaders unknown. Have resorted to acts of Terrorism in the recent past.
Royal Guard: Loyal to Mushir Abbas untill the end, 250 well armed, well-trained soldiers. Most escaped along with King Mushir and Prince Huey Abbas. Whereabouts unknown.
"Re-"Revolutionists: Led by Prince Mulholland Abbas, made up of mostly Military personnel of the regular army. Prince Mulholland has unofficially taken the Crown. Currently seeking his father, former King, Mushir, and younger Prince, Huey Abbas.
OOC: SO here's the deal. Revolution, yadda, yadda, oppressed people wanting freedom, ho ho ho, hee hee hee...you know the drill. All are invited to the show, grab a towel to soak up the blood if you're going in head first.
Basically, the Paradise that I saught to create isn't going so well...so, I'm going to change that. Even if it comes out worse for the wear.