Wanderjar
21-08-2006, 18:26
The sun had not yet risen in the Tundra Island Chain of Wanderjar. A stiff chill cooled all those who happened to be out that time of morning, yet an ignored omen for what lay ahead....
It would begin as anyother day. Men and women awoke and readied themselves for the days work, children went off to the excellent Wanderjarian schools, and the Wanderjarian Feldpolizei, or Field Police, stood on every street corner, protecting the public from criminals of any kind. Highways on each of the Civillian Islands crowded with commuters travelling to the metropolis's in which they spent their days, and in some cases, nights too.
Emperor Baker, Benevolent High ruler of Wanderjar, Protector of the People's Freedom, and Duke of San Juan, slumbered peacefully, after many long nights with little sleep. In his bed, he lay, and outside, guards patrolled the Palace halls, ensuring no harm came to their beloved Emperor.
He even slept as the early morning sun, in its red glow, spread its warm fingers through his curtain, illuminating his face in a blood red aura.
Lukas Kehrer pulled back the firing mechanism on his Automatic Kalashnikov 74M assault rifle. Large vans full of masked gun men sped down the streets in the direction of Imperial Square, New Prussia Island.
"Everyone!" He asked on the radio, "You know you're assignments, let us do this!"
The vans came to an abrupt halt in front of the gate. A Convoy of five lined up, as Wanderjarian KSK men approached the vehicles, and asked for Identification.
Lukas pulled out a Colt .45 pistol and shot the man point blank in the forehead. The other troops at the station were cut down by the other gunmen before they could sound an alarm.
Stepping on the gas pedal, Lukas broke down the heavy gates, and the convoy entered the court yard. On the steps, five confused Palace guards readied their rifles, and ordered the drivers to halt.
Once stopping, dozens of armed gunmen disembarked from the vehicles, firing at the guards, who were quickly torn apart by the torrential gunfire. They lay dead, riddled with bullets, while nine gunmen lay dead. Many more surged over the dead bodies, and placed door charges on the Palace doorway.
"Now!" Lukas cried, while he and the others hid behind the numerous columns on the palace, and one of the militants activated the mechanism. The charge exploded brilliantly, with a loud BANG! Then, the door was gone.
Emperor Baker had awoken with the first shots, and had already donned his old uniform and readied his own XM8 assault rifle from when he was in the Wanderjarian Marine Corps. Exiting his bedroom, and entering one of the several great halls, he regrouped with the surviving fifteen members of his palace security, and led them to engage the terrorists.
Lukas ordered his gunmen up the great staircase. But while charging up, they met resistance from a machine gun team which set up a field of fire from down an adjacent hallway, out of sight of the enemy until too late.
With a loud burst of fire, the gun men were torn apart, men sagging and dropping constantly until the survivors took cover behind the marble staircases steps, which were out of sight of the Wanderjarians.
"Sir!" Otto Hahn shouted to Lukas over the torrential machinegun fire, "We have nine dead, and fifteen still alive!"
"Alright, but a flash bang on their position!" Lukas shouted back. When a flash grenade was thrown, they all closed their eyes and covered their ears. The Wanderjarians never saw it coming. They were immediately blinded and disoriented, which gave the gunmen time to kill the three guards, and advance farther down the hallway.
Emperor Baker and his men had set up a barricade in the ball room. Everything they could find was set up, providing a fortified, above ground trench in which they would take cover.
Lukas and his men never saw it coming.
The two machine gunners instantly killed the first four gunmen into the room, while the others fell back and took defensive positions around doorways. A fierce firefight ensued, in which both sides were bloodied. Wanderjarians and Gunmen both lay dead on the floor. But then, the greatest shock of all happened. Wanderjarian Soldiers poured through the doorway, and began firing at the Emperor and his defenders.
Baker caught a bullet in his right arm, and left thigh, and fell backwards onto the hardwood floor. His defenders were blown apart by point blank fully automatic rifle shots.
In his last breathes, Emperor Christoph Baker of the Red Empire of Wanderjar saw his aide, General Guiderian, smile evily, and put a P8 Pistol to his head, and pull the trigger.
The Red Empire of Wanderjar was no more. The Reich of Wanderjar, was born.
(OOC: This is a temporary farewell thread. I fear that with the increasing work which I will have in the near future will eliminate my freetime completely, and so I will have no time to pursue my love for writing, and RPing with you all. Mind you this is deffinately not permanent, and I look forward to the times I will be able to RP again, but this will be some time.
Cheers mates! to all my friends, and special thanks to all those who I have RPd with frequently.
Special thanks to:
Liberated New Ireland
Emperor Pudu
Parthians
Hurtful Thoughts
1010102
Mandalore Prime
Sons of Tarsonis
Cravan
Carbandia
The PeoplesFreedom
Blaglug (and you're puppet ;))
Pythogria
Spitbreak
Wolfensland
The Aeson
Blackhelm Confederacy
Dephire
Ustia
Reallydrunk (Drunk man! :p )
Hyperspatial Travel
Military Command
GASN Members
Confederacy of Independant Planets members
Tri Party Alliance Members
and to everyone else who I haven't mentioned, it isn't because I don't like you, its because I'm short of time, and need to log off ;).
Best wishes to you all in the future. I will be on from time to time to bump your threads, and to aggrivate Blackhelm, which I so love doing ;)
Cheers mates,
Chris Baker (Wanderjar)
It would begin as anyother day. Men and women awoke and readied themselves for the days work, children went off to the excellent Wanderjarian schools, and the Wanderjarian Feldpolizei, or Field Police, stood on every street corner, protecting the public from criminals of any kind. Highways on each of the Civillian Islands crowded with commuters travelling to the metropolis's in which they spent their days, and in some cases, nights too.
Emperor Baker, Benevolent High ruler of Wanderjar, Protector of the People's Freedom, and Duke of San Juan, slumbered peacefully, after many long nights with little sleep. In his bed, he lay, and outside, guards patrolled the Palace halls, ensuring no harm came to their beloved Emperor.
He even slept as the early morning sun, in its red glow, spread its warm fingers through his curtain, illuminating his face in a blood red aura.
Lukas Kehrer pulled back the firing mechanism on his Automatic Kalashnikov 74M assault rifle. Large vans full of masked gun men sped down the streets in the direction of Imperial Square, New Prussia Island.
"Everyone!" He asked on the radio, "You know you're assignments, let us do this!"
The vans came to an abrupt halt in front of the gate. A Convoy of five lined up, as Wanderjarian KSK men approached the vehicles, and asked for Identification.
Lukas pulled out a Colt .45 pistol and shot the man point blank in the forehead. The other troops at the station were cut down by the other gunmen before they could sound an alarm.
Stepping on the gas pedal, Lukas broke down the heavy gates, and the convoy entered the court yard. On the steps, five confused Palace guards readied their rifles, and ordered the drivers to halt.
Once stopping, dozens of armed gunmen disembarked from the vehicles, firing at the guards, who were quickly torn apart by the torrential gunfire. They lay dead, riddled with bullets, while nine gunmen lay dead. Many more surged over the dead bodies, and placed door charges on the Palace doorway.
"Now!" Lukas cried, while he and the others hid behind the numerous columns on the palace, and one of the militants activated the mechanism. The charge exploded brilliantly, with a loud BANG! Then, the door was gone.
Emperor Baker had awoken with the first shots, and had already donned his old uniform and readied his own XM8 assault rifle from when he was in the Wanderjarian Marine Corps. Exiting his bedroom, and entering one of the several great halls, he regrouped with the surviving fifteen members of his palace security, and led them to engage the terrorists.
Lukas ordered his gunmen up the great staircase. But while charging up, they met resistance from a machine gun team which set up a field of fire from down an adjacent hallway, out of sight of the enemy until too late.
With a loud burst of fire, the gun men were torn apart, men sagging and dropping constantly until the survivors took cover behind the marble staircases steps, which were out of sight of the Wanderjarians.
"Sir!" Otto Hahn shouted to Lukas over the torrential machinegun fire, "We have nine dead, and fifteen still alive!"
"Alright, but a flash bang on their position!" Lukas shouted back. When a flash grenade was thrown, they all closed their eyes and covered their ears. The Wanderjarians never saw it coming. They were immediately blinded and disoriented, which gave the gunmen time to kill the three guards, and advance farther down the hallway.
Emperor Baker and his men had set up a barricade in the ball room. Everything they could find was set up, providing a fortified, above ground trench in which they would take cover.
Lukas and his men never saw it coming.
The two machine gunners instantly killed the first four gunmen into the room, while the others fell back and took defensive positions around doorways. A fierce firefight ensued, in which both sides were bloodied. Wanderjarians and Gunmen both lay dead on the floor. But then, the greatest shock of all happened. Wanderjarian Soldiers poured through the doorway, and began firing at the Emperor and his defenders.
Baker caught a bullet in his right arm, and left thigh, and fell backwards onto the hardwood floor. His defenders were blown apart by point blank fully automatic rifle shots.
In his last breathes, Emperor Christoph Baker of the Red Empire of Wanderjar saw his aide, General Guiderian, smile evily, and put a P8 Pistol to his head, and pull the trigger.
The Red Empire of Wanderjar was no more. The Reich of Wanderjar, was born.
(OOC: This is a temporary farewell thread. I fear that with the increasing work which I will have in the near future will eliminate my freetime completely, and so I will have no time to pursue my love for writing, and RPing with you all. Mind you this is deffinately not permanent, and I look forward to the times I will be able to RP again, but this will be some time.
Cheers mates! to all my friends, and special thanks to all those who I have RPd with frequently.
Special thanks to:
Liberated New Ireland
Emperor Pudu
Parthians
Hurtful Thoughts
1010102
Mandalore Prime
Sons of Tarsonis
Cravan
Carbandia
The PeoplesFreedom
Blaglug (and you're puppet ;))
Pythogria
Spitbreak
Wolfensland
The Aeson
Blackhelm Confederacy
Dephire
Ustia
Reallydrunk (Drunk man! :p )
Hyperspatial Travel
Military Command
GASN Members
Confederacy of Independant Planets members
Tri Party Alliance Members
and to everyone else who I haven't mentioned, it isn't because I don't like you, its because I'm short of time, and need to log off ;).
Best wishes to you all in the future. I will be on from time to time to bump your threads, and to aggrivate Blackhelm, which I so love doing ;)
Cheers mates,
Chris Baker (Wanderjar)