Kaduna
27-01-2006, 21:50
A Lone vessel crashed down upon the landing pad, it's arrival was greeted by three Warriors and a man who looked up towards the vessel, he wore the traditional Priesthood uniform, a Beige Cape over a Deep Red Robe, the man smiled at the ship as a thin crack widened to reveal a set of steps which climbed to the vessel itself, at the very bottom of these steps was an old man, weakened by the effects of a worsening environment.
"My Liege!" The men on the platform knelt before the Holy man who waved to bring them back to their feet, the steps clanked down onto the cold steel of the platform, the Old Man walked off and joined with his younger counterpart, "How little Support do we have?" He asked in a strained voice which showed his age, "just less than 47% of the population willingly acknowledge your leadership, we also have 26% of the Senators." The Old man sighed at the youngers statistics, "I care not for the percentage, just that we have power enough to have this succeed, do you have my transport ready?" The Young Priest pointed at a smaller vessel which three Warriors surrounded, the Old man climbed aboard and was followed by his counterparts and the Warriors.
The vessel left the hanger platform and flew through the city, occasionally a building would flick by or another vessel would swipe past, some of this shocked the old Priest who attempted to sit back and hope that this journey would be shorter than the one he took getting to this planet, "We are going into decent, hold on." The vessel sharply moved downwards and the seats modified to adjust, as the vessel went lower it passed through a dense fog which was produced by the lower level industry plants, a godless place which Kadun would be ashamed of, after ten minutes of darkness the vessel plumetted through a tunnel which led further down until the vessel slowly stoppwed at the appropriate point.
The entorage walked out, the priest shook his legs to allow the blood to flow back into his limbs, "Is that it?" He asked after his short work-out, "Yes my lord, here lies the resting clone of Kadun, hero to the Wermen!" The Young Priest had a tear to his eye as he settled his view on the famous warrior, "hmm, put the action in place." At this order one of the Warriors pushed a few buttons upon his keypad.
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Krowadan shot down another glass of Kadunese Whisky, he wretched before filling the glass and prepping for another shot, alcohol had been the only answer since his brother's death on home territory a thing that he hoped would never happen to a Kadunese man since the take-over, a knock at the door stopped him from putting glass to lip, he sighed as the glass was put down, "Alright come in." He sighed again and placed the bottle with glass back in the drawer, four men walked in, all senators, "what is it?!" Four senators meant somthing was important, or that there was a coup involved, Krowadan grabbed the pistol under his desk and prayed for the good news, "Grand Duke, we must escort you to the Kendwina, we understand that your presence is required." Krowadan smiled, these people obviously didn't know Captain Krasdam's pure stubborness to disallow people from messing with "his" ship, "For what purpose?" He decided to drag this out before jumping to conclusions, afterall these people could really be asking for his help.
The group looked at each-other before turning to the Duke, almost simultaniously both drew weapons, the Duke, however, fired first scoring a chest hit which sent one of the senators to the floor in agony, the second shot missed allowing for the return fire to blast across the room, Krowadan leapt to the floor and slid out blasting out another senators legs, final return shot blasted through the wooden table and scraped through Krowadans neck, he screamed in agony and held a torn rag to the wound, one of the final senators walked over and looked down at the helpless Duke, "Kadun will be disappointed!" A last shot to the chest.
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Fighting continued throughout the week as the Warrior Priests finally fought one on one, with the major political and tactical leaders assassinated the rest of the military were little opposition, all was not lost as some survivors managed to flee the planet others formed groups to fight the occupation, made mostly of the former Warrior groups, the Civil War had began.
(OOC: here's where foreign help get's involved, whether by the Duchalist Resistance or the Priesthood, either one there will be bloodshed!)
"My Liege!" The men on the platform knelt before the Holy man who waved to bring them back to their feet, the steps clanked down onto the cold steel of the platform, the Old Man walked off and joined with his younger counterpart, "How little Support do we have?" He asked in a strained voice which showed his age, "just less than 47% of the population willingly acknowledge your leadership, we also have 26% of the Senators." The Old man sighed at the youngers statistics, "I care not for the percentage, just that we have power enough to have this succeed, do you have my transport ready?" The Young Priest pointed at a smaller vessel which three Warriors surrounded, the Old man climbed aboard and was followed by his counterparts and the Warriors.
The vessel left the hanger platform and flew through the city, occasionally a building would flick by or another vessel would swipe past, some of this shocked the old Priest who attempted to sit back and hope that this journey would be shorter than the one he took getting to this planet, "We are going into decent, hold on." The vessel sharply moved downwards and the seats modified to adjust, as the vessel went lower it passed through a dense fog which was produced by the lower level industry plants, a godless place which Kadun would be ashamed of, after ten minutes of darkness the vessel plumetted through a tunnel which led further down until the vessel slowly stoppwed at the appropriate point.
The entorage walked out, the priest shook his legs to allow the blood to flow back into his limbs, "Is that it?" He asked after his short work-out, "Yes my lord, here lies the resting clone of Kadun, hero to the Wermen!" The Young Priest had a tear to his eye as he settled his view on the famous warrior, "hmm, put the action in place." At this order one of the Warriors pushed a few buttons upon his keypad.
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Krowadan shot down another glass of Kadunese Whisky, he wretched before filling the glass and prepping for another shot, alcohol had been the only answer since his brother's death on home territory a thing that he hoped would never happen to a Kadunese man since the take-over, a knock at the door stopped him from putting glass to lip, he sighed as the glass was put down, "Alright come in." He sighed again and placed the bottle with glass back in the drawer, four men walked in, all senators, "what is it?!" Four senators meant somthing was important, or that there was a coup involved, Krowadan grabbed the pistol under his desk and prayed for the good news, "Grand Duke, we must escort you to the Kendwina, we understand that your presence is required." Krowadan smiled, these people obviously didn't know Captain Krasdam's pure stubborness to disallow people from messing with "his" ship, "For what purpose?" He decided to drag this out before jumping to conclusions, afterall these people could really be asking for his help.
The group looked at each-other before turning to the Duke, almost simultaniously both drew weapons, the Duke, however, fired first scoring a chest hit which sent one of the senators to the floor in agony, the second shot missed allowing for the return fire to blast across the room, Krowadan leapt to the floor and slid out blasting out another senators legs, final return shot blasted through the wooden table and scraped through Krowadans neck, he screamed in agony and held a torn rag to the wound, one of the final senators walked over and looked down at the helpless Duke, "Kadun will be disappointed!" A last shot to the chest.
**** **** ****
Fighting continued throughout the week as the Warrior Priests finally fought one on one, with the major political and tactical leaders assassinated the rest of the military were little opposition, all was not lost as some survivors managed to flee the planet others formed groups to fight the occupation, made mostly of the former Warrior groups, the Civil War had began.
(OOC: here's where foreign help get's involved, whether by the Duchalist Resistance or the Priesthood, either one there will be bloodshed!)