NationStates Jolt Archive

Garembicum, Umbiricum, Achae-Ottonian Empire

Sir Oppius Engrisius called the group of high-born Achaeans to order, and the plotting began. They were quite unhappy with the new emperor, Heinrich II, who had just ascended to the throne at the tender age of 19.
"The boy's insolence knows no bounds. Just today he entered into an alliance with a foreign country without the consent of us noblemen, the cream of the citizens of Achaea!"
"And he is steadfastly refusing to take a wife!"
"And he has deployed the Legions to aid a foreign country without our permission!"
They stopped briefly at this point, as they were all realizing that they were on shaky ground. There was no actual provision in the Constitution that said that the Emperor had to allow the House of Nobles to vote on anything. It was that though, if anything, that was pushing them over the edge.
"What have we got to remove the insolent whelp?"
"Our loyal forces that number around 150,000."
"Regulus will have our heads on plates if he has so much as 10,000 against us though!"
"That's why I've made sure that Regulus got called off on some official business for the next few months. He won't be around to interfere."
The "Regulus" to whom they were refering was none other than Field Marshal Marcus Theodosius Regulus, generally considered one of the most brilliant tactical and strategic geniuses in all of Achaean or Ottonian history. The noblemen were well aware that they were as good as dead if Field Marshal Regulus was around to stop them.
"Wait a minute here!" interjected a figure across the table from the rest of the conspirators, who had been listening with increasing disgust. "I'm all for a plan that will help Savonica get its independence from the Empire, but killing a 19 year old boy who hasn't had a chance to learn the ropes yet? That's disgusting, and I want no part of it!"
They all turned to look at the objector. They all recognized him. He was one of the critical parts of his plan. They couldn't suceed without his cooperation.
"Now Baden..." began Lord Xavier Crisstos "We have never said we were going to kill the whelp! We were only planning on putting him in exile."
Count Nerva Imporrison continued "Besides, you don't have a choice unless you're going to let your people rebel anyway without your help. They'll be as good as dead then."
Baden Khamar grudgingly agreed. He wasn't in this for personal gain. He was in it to help the Savonican people who had long been part of the Achaean Empire, now the joint Achae-Ottonian Empire. And they really did need him, much as he hated to admit that the creatures talking to him could be right, the ones destablilizing their nation for the sake of what would effectively be their personal gain as well. If Regulus made it back, he was the only one who could match his old friend in military skill. "Alright, but we'll have to act soon," he stated.
"Say, next week?" asked Sir Engrisius
They all agreed, shook hands (Baden only did so grudgingly) and parted.
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Imperia, Province of Central Achaea, Achae-Ottonian Empire, 1 Week later...

Emperor Heinrich II was taking a walk around the city, like he did everyday, to get out and talk to people. After all, with his job, he got very lonely, even with the companionship of his friend, also a maid at the palace. He had started bonding with some of the people of the neighborhoods were he walked every morning.
"Hello Mr. Richardson. How are you?"
"Hello Heinrich (the Emperor had insisted that his aquaintences treat him as they would anyone else. He needed to feel like a normal person). I'm quite well, thank you. You?"
"Quite well, thank you."
"Another day of monotonous legislation?"
"When isn't it?"
"Too true, sir."
"Well, I'd better be off. Have a good day."
"Thank you. You too."
He continued on his way. He had felt uneasy for the past two weeks, as Field Marshal Regulus had been away. Nothing made you feel safer than knowing that "Old Invictus" or "Ol' Reliable Regulus" was watching over the order of the city. But today felt even worse than the last several days. He had the uneasy feeling something was about to occur, something that he was not going to like. He just couldn't put his finger on it. His gut instinct told him to stop his walk and to go to a secure area, although, again, he really couldn't say why if someone asked him.
He would be thankful that he listened to his gut.
30 minutes later, a large number of supporters of the nobles, armed with serious weaponry, entered the city and ordered the emperor to step down. He had 48 hours to do so before they entered the palace and retrieved him.
500 miles away, the Republic of Savonica was proclaimed in the ancient city of Reme. General Baden P. Khamar and the Army of Savonica declared their desertion from the Achae-Ottonian Empire. Within 45 minutes of recieving the news, the Emperor sent this message to Field Marshal Regulus:

To: Field Marshal Marcus T. Regulus
The Empire is in peril. We need you. You are hereby recalled to Imperia to put down this coup. Please hurry.
From: Emperor Heinrich II

He also sent out this message to other nations with a general request for help:
To the Nations of the World
The Empire of Achae-Ottonia is under attack from internal forces. Please send help to put down the revolts.
From: Emperor Heinrich II

OOC: This RP will be in WWII-style tech (no nukes or atomic bombs).

The Federation of Fanboyist States will not tolerate the actions of the rebels in Achae-Ottonia! We shall send 150,000 men under General Eric Shafter to aid in putting down the rebellions.
Long live Emperor Heinrich II!
Generalissmo Roderic Michael Weller, Head of State and Commander-in-Chief of the Federation of Fanboyist States
Field Marshal Steven Phillip Grimmeberger, Marshal of the Armed Forces of the Federation

[QUOTE=Achae-Ottonia;13238071]Imperia, Province of Central Achaea, Achae-Ottonian Empire, 1 Week later...

Emperor Heinrich II was taking a walk around the city, like he did everyday, to get out and talk to people. After all, with his job, he got very lonely, even with the companionship of his friend, also a maid at the palace. He had started bonding with some of the people of the neighborhoods were he walked every morning.
"Hello Mr. Richardson. How are you?"
"Hello Heinrich (the Emperor had insisted that his aquaintences treat him as they would anyone else. He needed to feel like a normal person). I'm quite well, thank you. You?"
"Quite well, thank you."
"Another day of monotonous legislation?"
"When isn't it?"
"Too true, sir."
"Well, I'd better be off. Have a good day."
"Thank you. You too."
He continued on his way. He had felt uneasy for the past two weeks, as Field Marshal Regulus had been away. Nothing made you feel safer than knowing that "Old Invictus" or "Ol' Reliable Regulus" was watching over the order of the city. But today felt even worse than the last several days. He had the uneasy feeling something was about to occur, something that he was not going to like. He just couldn't put his finger on it. His gut instinct told him to stop his walk and to go to a secure area, although, again, he really couldn't say why if someone asked him.
He would be thankful that he listened to his gut.
30 minutes later, a large number of supporters of the nobles, armed with serious weaponry, entered the city and ordered the emperor to step down. He had 48 hours to do so before they entered the palace and retrieved him.
500 miles away, the Republic of Savonica was proclaimed in the ancient city of Reme. General Baden P. Khamar and the Army of Savonica declared their desertion from the Achae-Ottonian Empire. Within 45 minutes of recieving the news, the Emperor sent this message to Field Marshal Regulus:

To: Field Marshal Marcus T. Regulus
The Empire is in peril. We need you. You are hereby recalled to Imperia to put down this coup. Please hurry.
From: Emperor Heinrich II[QUOTE]
Air Space over Regium, 30 miles from Imperia, 6 hours after the issuing of the ultimatum

Field Marshal Regulus kept reading the note as the F-31 Cougar double-seater fighter plane flew him back to the airstrip a day's march from Imperia, where the Army of Aspathia was waiting for him. He had already ordered Field Marshal Honorius Varus to rush the Army of Tiberia to stop the advance of the rebels in Savonica. He couldn't let himself believe the lie that Baden Khamar would actually defect, but at the moment communication with the Army of Savonica was defunct, and Baden was too skilled to be defeated by rebels, so he didn't have a choice but to send Honorius to deal with it. From what he had gathered from a report handed to him on what was taking place in Imperia, it was those damned nobles causing trouble again. He remembered what had happened when the previous Achaean Emperor, Trajanicus Marius had had to put down a rebellion by the nobles. He had been forced to have 3 of the most prominent members of the House of Lords shot to put the damned revolt down. That had been back when Regulus had only been an infantry captain. He remembered the street fighting like it was yesterday, remembered seeing Legate Ulysses Maxentius get shot by a rebel, and himself taking charge of a panicked 22nd Legion. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but over the last 17 years, apart from the emperor he served, his age, and the title put in front of his name, Marcus had changed little. He was only 41, but already his beard showed prominent grey flecks in it, his eyes showed a man as old as war itself, and frownlines and worry creases were appearing on his face. He wore a grey-green (Achae-Ottonian standard military-color) great/trench coat, and his officer's cap. He kept a .45 Scipio Arms Co. 1916revolver. When he finally spoke to the pilot to give instructions on which strip he needed to land at, he spoke in a deep, gravelly voice, with a nearly unnoticable (but still present) Aspathian accent, even when speaking a second language (despite the fact that he had spoken Achaean (basically Latin with a few minor variations) since he was nine-years-old. (for the sake of time, this is all translated from Achaean into English
"Raymus, you're going to need to land at strip 3. That's the only open one."
"Aye, sir. We'll land in about five minutes then."
"That'll do."
They came in to land, and Regulus disembarked, thanking the pilot. He looked out at the assembled ranks of the 200,000 strong Army of Aspathia and smiled. He had his boys back.
"Alright men, lets get marching and see if we can put the revolutionary dirtbags where they belong!"
He was responded by cheers, some of the men shouting "We got ol' Reliable back!"
They began marching towards Imperia. Onward to victory!