Moantha
12-04-2006, 20:23
Moantha City- Capital of Moantha
High Mediator Elect Josef Jasp stepped onto the platform. The supreme-court member, dressed in somber black, stepped forward. “Do you understand the terms under which you are placed?”
“I do.”
“Then repeat after me. I solemnly swear to serve the people of Moantha to the utmost of my ability. To place their well being above my own. To obey the law of the land, and above all, to obey the Moanthan constitution.”
Jasp repeated after him. The High Mediator Incumbent, Harold Steffan stepped forward, unpinning the medal that symbolized his position, and preparing to pin it on Jasp. He froze at the sound of a gunshot.
That General Greyson had chosen to attend the swearing-in was to be expected. He was, after all, the head of Moantha’s small military force, the Moanthan Fighting Corps. What was unexpected, on the other hand, was that he had brought a pistol, fired it into the air, and was now aiming it steadily at Harold Steffan.
“I wouldn’t do that I were you,” he said calmly. Throughout the crowd, men wearing large bulky coats shed them, revealing weaponry ranging from pistols to submachine guns to shotguns*. Two bodyguards pulled semi-automatic pistols from their holsters and stepped in front of Jasp. Another began hustling the dignitaries on the platform towards an armored limo. No one was ever sure who shot first. But after the first bullet flew, everyone with a gun opened fire. Steffan went down, and the Justice fell a few steps later, but the rest made it into the limousine which roared off.
Two of the bodyguards were dead, along with several of Greyson’s men. Greyson stepped up onto the platform, and picked up the medal. As television cameras rolled, he pinned the medal on his own chest.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of Moantha, do not be alarmed. This transaction of the government will be as peaceful as possible. I am doing this for your good. Moantha must be strong. Moantha must be able to defend ourselves. This is my goal. Once I have finished this goal, and once I have made sure it cannot be undone, I will step down, and I will allow democracy to return to Moantha. Until then, I hereby declare Moantha in a state of martial law, effective immediately. Any who attack the current government will be placed in holding facilities, until such time as democracy resumes. That is all.”
---Email---
To: Pythogria
From: Moantha
Subject: Coup
It has begun.
Millitary Governor Greyson
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MFC Secondary Millitary Base- South Moantha
Colonel Richardson watched the address until the shooting began. Then he turned to his second in command.
“It’s starting. Let’s move.”
“Are you sure about this, sir?”
“Aren’t you? I’m sure that I don’t want the rule of Moantha to be Might Makes Right. I’m sure I don’t want democracy to take a back seat to military strength. So are the rest of the men. If you’re having secondary thoughts…”
“No, sir!”
“Then let’s move out!”
“Yes, sir!”
---Email---
To: Pythogria:
From: Moantha
Subject: Sedition
Large portions of the south of Moantha have declared themselves independent from my rule. They are led by a Colonel Richardson, who was active leader in the recent KooleKoggle operations. Request assistance in bringing seditious territories back in line. Any resources that can be spared from war against Kraven would be greatly appreciated.
Millitary Governor Greyson
---Email---
To Pythogria:
From: The Rightful Government of Moantha
Subject: Amnesty:
This email is being sent from a helicopter en route to Pythogria. We are requesting amnesty from the rebel government under General Greyson. We leave the question to your conscience.
High Mediator Elect Jasp
High Mediator Elect Josef Jasp stepped onto the platform. The supreme-court member, dressed in somber black, stepped forward. “Do you understand the terms under which you are placed?”
“I do.”
“Then repeat after me. I solemnly swear to serve the people of Moantha to the utmost of my ability. To place their well being above my own. To obey the law of the land, and above all, to obey the Moanthan constitution.”
Jasp repeated after him. The High Mediator Incumbent, Harold Steffan stepped forward, unpinning the medal that symbolized his position, and preparing to pin it on Jasp. He froze at the sound of a gunshot.
That General Greyson had chosen to attend the swearing-in was to be expected. He was, after all, the head of Moantha’s small military force, the Moanthan Fighting Corps. What was unexpected, on the other hand, was that he had brought a pistol, fired it into the air, and was now aiming it steadily at Harold Steffan.
“I wouldn’t do that I were you,” he said calmly. Throughout the crowd, men wearing large bulky coats shed them, revealing weaponry ranging from pistols to submachine guns to shotguns*. Two bodyguards pulled semi-automatic pistols from their holsters and stepped in front of Jasp. Another began hustling the dignitaries on the platform towards an armored limo. No one was ever sure who shot first. But after the first bullet flew, everyone with a gun opened fire. Steffan went down, and the Justice fell a few steps later, but the rest made it into the limousine which roared off.
Two of the bodyguards were dead, along with several of Greyson’s men. Greyson stepped up onto the platform, and picked up the medal. As television cameras rolled, he pinned the medal on his own chest.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of Moantha, do not be alarmed. This transaction of the government will be as peaceful as possible. I am doing this for your good. Moantha must be strong. Moantha must be able to defend ourselves. This is my goal. Once I have finished this goal, and once I have made sure it cannot be undone, I will step down, and I will allow democracy to return to Moantha. Until then, I hereby declare Moantha in a state of martial law, effective immediately. Any who attack the current government will be placed in holding facilities, until such time as democracy resumes. That is all.”
---Email---
To: Pythogria
From: Moantha
Subject: Coup
It has begun.
Millitary Governor Greyson
------
MFC Secondary Millitary Base- South Moantha
Colonel Richardson watched the address until the shooting began. Then he turned to his second in command.
“It’s starting. Let’s move.”
“Are you sure about this, sir?”
“Aren’t you? I’m sure that I don’t want the rule of Moantha to be Might Makes Right. I’m sure I don’t want democracy to take a back seat to military strength. So are the rest of the men. If you’re having secondary thoughts…”
“No, sir!”
“Then let’s move out!”
“Yes, sir!”
---Email---
To: Pythogria:
From: Moantha
Subject: Sedition
Large portions of the south of Moantha have declared themselves independent from my rule. They are led by a Colonel Richardson, who was active leader in the recent KooleKoggle operations. Request assistance in bringing seditious territories back in line. Any resources that can be spared from war against Kraven would be greatly appreciated.
Millitary Governor Greyson
---Email---
To Pythogria:
From: The Rightful Government of Moantha
Subject: Amnesty:
This email is being sent from a helicopter en route to Pythogria. We are requesting amnesty from the rebel government under General Greyson. We leave the question to your conscience.
High Mediator Elect Jasp