Almohed
11-11-2005, 16:45
Secret IC:
"General, everyone is in place. We await your signal."
"Thank you Lorcium." The voice of Gen. Arcius Platus was a bit sorrowful. "Alright boys..." the general paused. What he was about to do was beyond words. It was criminal to even think about, but it had to be done. Now, General Platus was not republican, not by far. But he could not allow the people to be ruled by a tyrant. "What we are about to do, is treason. It is treason of the highest order. If we succeed, no one will know it was us. If we do not succeed, we shall all die. And I'm pretty sure the Emporer would not make it a painless death either."
The faces of the men were solemn, they all knew that if they were caught, they would be tortured, castrated, and publicly displayed before the populace, before they were subject to a slow, and painful death.
"Now, you all know that in this building, the Emporer is hosting his ball for royals, nobles, and magistrates. If we do this correctly, only the line of ascension shall be killed. The Emporer, his wife, his children, his kin, until I am the direct heir. We do not want a massacre on our hands. Speak only in Spanish! We do not want the witnesses to believe that our own people did this. I am going to enter the ball, I am wearing a vest to protect me from when you shoot me. Shoot me only in the chest. The press will love that I got shot, but lived. You have thirty minutes gentlemen. Good luck."
The general left the room, for they had been meeting in a private area of the Imperial Palace. The general circled around to the front, as not to be seen coming from that area.
IC:
The general checked his uniform, making sure everything was in order before he walked into the ballroom.
"Good evening General..."
"Nice to see you General..."
"How is your family General?..."
Gen. Platus was bombarded with greetings from nobles, royals, and magistrates alike. He just smiled, and nodded to them. He was trying to get as close to the Emporer as possible.
"General Platus, how glad I am you made it."
"Anything for you sire. I'm glad you went with my security plans, tonight would be a perfect target for terrorist attacks."
"Actually General, look around. Do you see any security?"
"No sire I do n..."
"Exactly. I have ordered that they be dispersed. We have no need for security, no one would dare attack the Emporer." Emporer Attius smiled, and gave a haughty laugh.
General Platus was thinking to himself. 'How wrong you are Attius, and how lucky am I.'
At that point, shots began firing in the ballroom. The sons of Attius dropped immediately. It seemed they were the first targets.
"What in the hell is going on in here!?" The Emporer cried.
"I'd like to know the same thing sire." Gen. Platus said, but for a different reason. It was only about ten minutes into the schedule, the boys were coming in early. Twenty minutes early.
More shots fired, the general got hit in the chest, and fell playing dead. The Emporer caught a bullet in the eye. How unfortunate. The rest of the royal family was caught, and lined up against a wall. There, a firing squad firing upon them heavily with automatic rifles.
Just as quickly as they had come in, the terrorists left.
About ten minutes later, the general's real troops showed up, ready to kill the royal family. But they had been beat to it.
The general stood up, finally realizing it was safe. The general realized that it had not been his men who had came in early. A whole other group had organized to do the same thing as the General, on the exact same night, at the exact same place. The General walked out of the ballroom, and his boys left in a hurry, not wanting to be placed with the blame.
Gen. Platus was free and clear of committing treason, although he had planned to, he didn't follow through. And nobody had to know about the planning part. But he was still shot, so either he too was a target, or it was a misfire. Gen. Platus thought the obvious, it was a misfire. He thought.
The Next Morning
Gen. Platus planned to address the entire nation on the assassinations that had happened the night before at the Emporer's grand ball at a press conference.
Platus: Ladies and Gentlemen. I come before you this morning to report tragic news. Our beloved Emporer, and his entire family has been assassinated. Men in black came into the ballroom, shooting automatic weapons. They shot me as well, but I was wearing a bullet proof vest, that prevented my death. I told the Emporer to wear one as well, as well as the male heirs, but they obviously did not listen. I also would like the public to know that Emporer Attius, may he rest in peace, did not have any security at the ball, allowing these terrorists to come in freely. It is apparent that they wanted to destroy the line of ascendance. But they did not completely do so, as I am still standing. I plan to be coronated as soon as possible, so that I can find the people who committed this terrible deed. Questions?
Reporter: Gen. Platus, what do you have to say about a man named Remus Aelos?
Platus: I know nothing of him. Who is he?
Reporter: Remus Aelos is the direct heir to the Emporer's throne. Or so Mr. Aelos says. Remus Aelos claims to have a document, signed by the Emporer, just a week before his death, making Remus Aelos the heir to Emporer Attius's domain.
Platus: I consider this treason, and shall fight him with all my might. This Remus Aelos is a man out to take advantage in a time of turmoil. The Emporer would never have granted a complete stranger the status of Imperial Heir.
Reporter: Does this mean you'll use military force?
Platus: Yes. This conference is over.
"General, everyone is in place. We await your signal."
"Thank you Lorcium." The voice of Gen. Arcius Platus was a bit sorrowful. "Alright boys..." the general paused. What he was about to do was beyond words. It was criminal to even think about, but it had to be done. Now, General Platus was not republican, not by far. But he could not allow the people to be ruled by a tyrant. "What we are about to do, is treason. It is treason of the highest order. If we succeed, no one will know it was us. If we do not succeed, we shall all die. And I'm pretty sure the Emporer would not make it a painless death either."
The faces of the men were solemn, they all knew that if they were caught, they would be tortured, castrated, and publicly displayed before the populace, before they were subject to a slow, and painful death.
"Now, you all know that in this building, the Emporer is hosting his ball for royals, nobles, and magistrates. If we do this correctly, only the line of ascension shall be killed. The Emporer, his wife, his children, his kin, until I am the direct heir. We do not want a massacre on our hands. Speak only in Spanish! We do not want the witnesses to believe that our own people did this. I am going to enter the ball, I am wearing a vest to protect me from when you shoot me. Shoot me only in the chest. The press will love that I got shot, but lived. You have thirty minutes gentlemen. Good luck."
The general left the room, for they had been meeting in a private area of the Imperial Palace. The general circled around to the front, as not to be seen coming from that area.
IC:
The general checked his uniform, making sure everything was in order before he walked into the ballroom.
"Good evening General..."
"Nice to see you General..."
"How is your family General?..."
Gen. Platus was bombarded with greetings from nobles, royals, and magistrates alike. He just smiled, and nodded to them. He was trying to get as close to the Emporer as possible.
"General Platus, how glad I am you made it."
"Anything for you sire. I'm glad you went with my security plans, tonight would be a perfect target for terrorist attacks."
"Actually General, look around. Do you see any security?"
"No sire I do n..."
"Exactly. I have ordered that they be dispersed. We have no need for security, no one would dare attack the Emporer." Emporer Attius smiled, and gave a haughty laugh.
General Platus was thinking to himself. 'How wrong you are Attius, and how lucky am I.'
At that point, shots began firing in the ballroom. The sons of Attius dropped immediately. It seemed they were the first targets.
"What in the hell is going on in here!?" The Emporer cried.
"I'd like to know the same thing sire." Gen. Platus said, but for a different reason. It was only about ten minutes into the schedule, the boys were coming in early. Twenty minutes early.
More shots fired, the general got hit in the chest, and fell playing dead. The Emporer caught a bullet in the eye. How unfortunate. The rest of the royal family was caught, and lined up against a wall. There, a firing squad firing upon them heavily with automatic rifles.
Just as quickly as they had come in, the terrorists left.
About ten minutes later, the general's real troops showed up, ready to kill the royal family. But they had been beat to it.
The general stood up, finally realizing it was safe. The general realized that it had not been his men who had came in early. A whole other group had organized to do the same thing as the General, on the exact same night, at the exact same place. The General walked out of the ballroom, and his boys left in a hurry, not wanting to be placed with the blame.
Gen. Platus was free and clear of committing treason, although he had planned to, he didn't follow through. And nobody had to know about the planning part. But he was still shot, so either he too was a target, or it was a misfire. Gen. Platus thought the obvious, it was a misfire. He thought.
The Next Morning
Gen. Platus planned to address the entire nation on the assassinations that had happened the night before at the Emporer's grand ball at a press conference.
Platus: Ladies and Gentlemen. I come before you this morning to report tragic news. Our beloved Emporer, and his entire family has been assassinated. Men in black came into the ballroom, shooting automatic weapons. They shot me as well, but I was wearing a bullet proof vest, that prevented my death. I told the Emporer to wear one as well, as well as the male heirs, but they obviously did not listen. I also would like the public to know that Emporer Attius, may he rest in peace, did not have any security at the ball, allowing these terrorists to come in freely. It is apparent that they wanted to destroy the line of ascendance. But they did not completely do so, as I am still standing. I plan to be coronated as soon as possible, so that I can find the people who committed this terrible deed. Questions?
Reporter: Gen. Platus, what do you have to say about a man named Remus Aelos?
Platus: I know nothing of him. Who is he?
Reporter: Remus Aelos is the direct heir to the Emporer's throne. Or so Mr. Aelos says. Remus Aelos claims to have a document, signed by the Emporer, just a week before his death, making Remus Aelos the heir to Emporer Attius's domain.
Platus: I consider this treason, and shall fight him with all my might. This Remus Aelos is a man out to take advantage in a time of turmoil. The Emporer would never have granted a complete stranger the status of Imperial Heir.
Reporter: Does this mean you'll use military force?
Platus: Yes. This conference is over.