Dyelli Beybi
31-12-2006, 13:42
The Dyellian Revolution which had really been fought in pogressive stages over six years was finally at an end. Talks had been held between Ambassadors from the Royal Alliance and the self proclaimed Emperor Pierre Soult. Cyro was the Capital of Dyelli Beybi, and was built on a swamp a few kilometres upriver from the sea.
the Royal Palace/Parliament/the Imperial Palace was set on an island in the heart of the city, all on it's own, with just one large square in it's centre and two bridges, the East and West, leading onto it.
Talks had dragged on and on. General Ming and the Ever Victorious Army (previously known as the Red Army) was encamped a day away to the West, along with Alexia ap Adam, the Tzarina of Dyelli Beybi and leader of the Royal Alliance. A smaller garrison of troops loyal to Soult held the city itself, and as the days dragged on, tension began to build up in Cyro and the surrounding countryside, until one day things boiled over.
The police had never really been that loyal to Soult, and it was them that roused the mob that marched on the East Bridge at dawn, demanding his immediate resignation. There was a garrison of twenty soldiers on the bridge, who in the heat of the moment, opened fire. Many of the mob had been armed out of the Police armoury, and a viscious and short lived gun battle ensued. Soldiers from inside the palace, reinforced the bridge and there was stalemate. Another mob formed at the West bridge, but was similarly repulsed.
News travelled quickly to Ming, who geared his army up to move on the Capital. By the time he arrived the next day, most of Soult's army had melted away, although there would be a few brief skirmishes.
At midday the next day Soult surrendered to the mercy of Generals Ming and ap Adam. A patrol boat had been sent by a loyal Squadron to try to rescue the Emperor during the night, but under heavy gunfire the vessel had turned back.
At 2.30 in the afternoon the Ever Victorious Army approached Parliament Island. They were led by General Alexia ap Adam, the Tzarina of Dyelli Beybi, who had found a white horse somewhere and mounted up in full Dress General's Uniform bar a hat. Instead her black ringlets were left to hang freely, framing a delicate face, with a slightly confused expression. The uniform was khaki with riding breeches featuring a single long vertical red stripe, a red sash and mid thigh length black boots. Of all things she was carrying a steel mace at her hip in place of a firearm.
They marched on, across the West bridge, where the Imperial Guard made no effort to stop them. Civilians, armed and otherwise joined the throng, as did some of the Media. An open topped jeep pushed it's way to the front, the other General, Ming, standing imperiously in the back. He drew a cheer from the E.V.A as he barged through. He had been undefeated in his sweep across the country.
Ap Adam dismounted at the foot of the steps, Ming joined her moments later, and flanked by him and followed by the mob and the press she ascended into the palace. The balconies in the great hall were lined by Soultists. Nobody fired a shot, the scene was dramatic, and everyone wanted to know how it would pan out. There was an odd mood in the room. The new Tzarina gave off an aura of indestructability.
A left took them into another long hall, at the end of which was an object on display, the crown of the Tzars. Her pace quickened as she neared the object of ambition, pulling the mace loose. She stopped, and swung the medieval weapon two handed, shattering the glass protecting the ancient crown. She tossed the mace aside, reaching in to grasp the crown and very carefully put it on her own head, "Nobody shall kneel." her voice was soft, but carried in the silence of the room, "I am the Tzarina, Alexia the First and as I promised, my first act is to renounce all rights inherant in claiming that title. I am not your head of State."
"Then who is?" someone yelled from the back.
"We, the people of Dyelli Beybi will elect a leader. It is time for all of us to have a part in forging our future. Every last one of us. Within the week we will be electing a new Prime Minister."
"Stand." someone yelled.
"No, I couldn't..." but the voice of the new Tzarina was drowned out by more demands for her to stand.
She backed away, taking a few steps up a minor flight of steps, "Stand! Stand! Stand! Stand!"
She raised her hands placatingly, "Alright, I will stand, but I hope you know I don't have the f..." again her protests were drowned out, but this time by cheering.
She was borne out of the palace of the shoulders of jubilant members of the Ever Victorious Army. Within minutes the hall lay deserted again...
All except for one man, General Ming. He sighed, sitting down on the same steps the Tzarina had fled up moments before.
There was a chuckle behind him. He didn't turn, he knew the voice, "Brigadier Lee. I did not see you enter the hall. I take it Sergeant Simms will be around here somewhere as well."
"Yes sir." came a female voice, unlike the two Officers, oriental looking Leeans from the North of the country, Simms was, like the Tzarina, ethnically Dyellian, and carried their unmistakeable accent.
"I suppose this shouldn't come as a suprise." Ming mused, "She lacks ambition, but she is so magnetic, people love her."
"They do." Lee confirmed, "Bet you didn't notice it was Koizumi who pulled her into the crowd at the end."
"No." Ming confirmed, "I did not, I was standing too far back."
"I didn't either." Lee confessed, "It was Sergeant Simms, she has rather a good eye."
Ming laughed, suddenly realising something, "The politics of the Army Brigadier, people assume it doesn't exist, but it does, I guarantee you most of the Politicians you see standing in a week will be from the Army. Will you stay with us now this is over? There will be a place for you, and the Sergeant."
"Perhaps." Lee shrugged, "I am yet to decide."
"I won't be either way." Simms added.
"I figured not." Ming grinned, twisting to look at the pair, "Politics calling you is it?"
"Something like that Sir." she confirmed his suspcions by glancing away.
"Honestly, I would endorse you if you stood Sergeant." the General continued, "It would be good that not all the future politicians are Officers, keep Parliament rooted with the people. Besides, I think you will be a very useful link. We shall see what place I can find for you Brigadier Lee. Something important for a soldier of distinction. There will certainly be lots of interesting places when the new reforms kick in."
"I would offer a toast if I had alcohol on me, to the future." Lee grunted, "And to a better Dyelli Beybi."
the Royal Palace/Parliament/the Imperial Palace was set on an island in the heart of the city, all on it's own, with just one large square in it's centre and two bridges, the East and West, leading onto it.
Talks had dragged on and on. General Ming and the Ever Victorious Army (previously known as the Red Army) was encamped a day away to the West, along with Alexia ap Adam, the Tzarina of Dyelli Beybi and leader of the Royal Alliance. A smaller garrison of troops loyal to Soult held the city itself, and as the days dragged on, tension began to build up in Cyro and the surrounding countryside, until one day things boiled over.
The police had never really been that loyal to Soult, and it was them that roused the mob that marched on the East Bridge at dawn, demanding his immediate resignation. There was a garrison of twenty soldiers on the bridge, who in the heat of the moment, opened fire. Many of the mob had been armed out of the Police armoury, and a viscious and short lived gun battle ensued. Soldiers from inside the palace, reinforced the bridge and there was stalemate. Another mob formed at the West bridge, but was similarly repulsed.
News travelled quickly to Ming, who geared his army up to move on the Capital. By the time he arrived the next day, most of Soult's army had melted away, although there would be a few brief skirmishes.
At midday the next day Soult surrendered to the mercy of Generals Ming and ap Adam. A patrol boat had been sent by a loyal Squadron to try to rescue the Emperor during the night, but under heavy gunfire the vessel had turned back.
At 2.30 in the afternoon the Ever Victorious Army approached Parliament Island. They were led by General Alexia ap Adam, the Tzarina of Dyelli Beybi, who had found a white horse somewhere and mounted up in full Dress General's Uniform bar a hat. Instead her black ringlets were left to hang freely, framing a delicate face, with a slightly confused expression. The uniform was khaki with riding breeches featuring a single long vertical red stripe, a red sash and mid thigh length black boots. Of all things she was carrying a steel mace at her hip in place of a firearm.
They marched on, across the West bridge, where the Imperial Guard made no effort to stop them. Civilians, armed and otherwise joined the throng, as did some of the Media. An open topped jeep pushed it's way to the front, the other General, Ming, standing imperiously in the back. He drew a cheer from the E.V.A as he barged through. He had been undefeated in his sweep across the country.
Ap Adam dismounted at the foot of the steps, Ming joined her moments later, and flanked by him and followed by the mob and the press she ascended into the palace. The balconies in the great hall were lined by Soultists. Nobody fired a shot, the scene was dramatic, and everyone wanted to know how it would pan out. There was an odd mood in the room. The new Tzarina gave off an aura of indestructability.
A left took them into another long hall, at the end of which was an object on display, the crown of the Tzars. Her pace quickened as she neared the object of ambition, pulling the mace loose. She stopped, and swung the medieval weapon two handed, shattering the glass protecting the ancient crown. She tossed the mace aside, reaching in to grasp the crown and very carefully put it on her own head, "Nobody shall kneel." her voice was soft, but carried in the silence of the room, "I am the Tzarina, Alexia the First and as I promised, my first act is to renounce all rights inherant in claiming that title. I am not your head of State."
"Then who is?" someone yelled from the back.
"We, the people of Dyelli Beybi will elect a leader. It is time for all of us to have a part in forging our future. Every last one of us. Within the week we will be electing a new Prime Minister."
"Stand." someone yelled.
"No, I couldn't..." but the voice of the new Tzarina was drowned out by more demands for her to stand.
She backed away, taking a few steps up a minor flight of steps, "Stand! Stand! Stand! Stand!"
She raised her hands placatingly, "Alright, I will stand, but I hope you know I don't have the f..." again her protests were drowned out, but this time by cheering.
She was borne out of the palace of the shoulders of jubilant members of the Ever Victorious Army. Within minutes the hall lay deserted again...
All except for one man, General Ming. He sighed, sitting down on the same steps the Tzarina had fled up moments before.
There was a chuckle behind him. He didn't turn, he knew the voice, "Brigadier Lee. I did not see you enter the hall. I take it Sergeant Simms will be around here somewhere as well."
"Yes sir." came a female voice, unlike the two Officers, oriental looking Leeans from the North of the country, Simms was, like the Tzarina, ethnically Dyellian, and carried their unmistakeable accent.
"I suppose this shouldn't come as a suprise." Ming mused, "She lacks ambition, but she is so magnetic, people love her."
"They do." Lee confirmed, "Bet you didn't notice it was Koizumi who pulled her into the crowd at the end."
"No." Ming confirmed, "I did not, I was standing too far back."
"I didn't either." Lee confessed, "It was Sergeant Simms, she has rather a good eye."
Ming laughed, suddenly realising something, "The politics of the Army Brigadier, people assume it doesn't exist, but it does, I guarantee you most of the Politicians you see standing in a week will be from the Army. Will you stay with us now this is over? There will be a place for you, and the Sergeant."
"Perhaps." Lee shrugged, "I am yet to decide."
"I won't be either way." Simms added.
"I figured not." Ming grinned, twisting to look at the pair, "Politics calling you is it?"
"Something like that Sir." she confirmed his suspcions by glancing away.
"Honestly, I would endorse you if you stood Sergeant." the General continued, "It would be good that not all the future politicians are Officers, keep Parliament rooted with the people. Besides, I think you will be a very useful link. We shall see what place I can find for you Brigadier Lee. Something important for a soldier of distinction. There will certainly be lots of interesting places when the new reforms kick in."
"I would offer a toast if I had alcohol on me, to the future." Lee grunted, "And to a better Dyelli Beybi."