[NS]Zukariaa
06-04-2008, 05:11
Imperial Palace, Aiur
Wilfred Schmierhausen was a District Governor in the north end of Aiur. He had been rather popular and successful, and was trusted amongst the nobility. He held many important friendships with people directly involved with the day-to-day affairs of the Emperor, and he was aware that if he ever needed to speak directly to the absolute ruler of nearly five billion people, he would be able to. But he held a secret that would probably blacklist him in politics and business.
He was extremely opposed to the monarchy. So opposed, in fact, that he had links with a group formed specifically to end it. And they had convinced him to do the unthinkable. He was to have a meeting with the emperor and assassinate him. Throw the nation into chaos. He would die, but he would 'free' billions of people. Though the fact of the matter was that the majority of the people in the nation held the emperor in high regard, these men were too opposed to the idea to realise that fundamental fact.
That is why when Schmierhausen entered the emperor's personal study, where the majority of the affairs of the state were carried out daily, he felt no tug to go against his actions. The trust that the people of the palace had for him had allowed him to sneak his pistol into the room along with his secret.
As he entered the room, he bowed, though with no meaning behind the action, and took a seat.
"Governor, it is good to finally meet you. My son Josef has a high opinion of you, you should know," Conrad gave the man an approving look,"Now, what can I do for you?"
Schmierhausen took a deep breath, before quickly drawing the pistol from its holster,"You can die!" he screamed and brought the gun to bear on the emperor's chest. Conrad jumped down to the ground, sending his chair into a roll before it smashed into a glass-cased shelf. The pistol rang out as it hit the chair several times, courtesy of Schmierhausen's horrible aim. Conrad hit the alarm switch on the bottom of his desk and grabbed his hunting shotgun, which was conveniently placed on a rack where his legs would be under the desk.
"Let me kill you easy, 'highness'!" the enraged Schmierhausen blabbered. Another shot was fired into the desk, which went straight through and literally scraped the emperor's arm,"This is what the people want!"
Conrad had a great urge to point out to the man that recent opinion polls had put him at 87% favourable among the people, but it didn't really matter. He pointed his gun at the desk, aimed where he believed Schmierhausen would be if he could see him, and fired. The desktop blew apart into a rain of splinters, clearing the view of what Conrad had fired at. He saw the edge of the door into his office, shattered by bulletmarks, but Schmierhausen's head was out of view.
"Oh, so you'll fight back?!" Schmierhausen's face was visibly cut by splinters. He fired several times into the desk, but he could clearly hear Conrad scuffling about,"What the hell are you doing?"
The question was oddly placed, as a glass vase arched its way from behind the desk and directly into the assassin's face. He fell backwards, the skin where the glass had impacted visibly folded and blood oozed about. But this man was determined to kill the emperor. He brought himself to his knees and tried to find his gun. It had slid away. Conrad was approaching him, the shotgun aimed at Schmierhausen's face.
"What were you even thinking? You had a magnificent place among the aristocracy. You've wasted your life on some petty unsupported idea," the emperor said,"I should have you tortured for this idiocy."
But Schmierhausen was not done. He unsheathed a knife from its place and lunged at the emperor. A fire sounded into the assassin's arm, blasting it apart, but the other arm still lunged. Conrad managed to catch it, but was forced back and onto the desktop, his head bent backwards at the shotgun hole. The two men pushed the knife towards one another desperately, but Conrad had the obvious advantage. He poked his finger deep into Schmierhausen's wound, causing him to howl in pain. His guard was let off just long enough to be forced onto the ground and have his head blown apart.
"Bloody hell."
This statement was met with Honour Guards busting through the door, having just missed the fight, which had lasted less than two minutes. They were bewildered by the scene, and the uneasy with the icy glare coming from their emperor.
"You fucking idiots! Where is the guard that stands in front of my godsdamned office?!"
"S-sire, he was on break.."
"Have him executed, dammit! One of you get down to Taradox's office and crack down on anyone even bloody thinking of opposing me!"
"Yes, sire!" half the group exited the room immediately, while several others got about cleaning the room. Boy, would cause an uproar in the media.
OOC-Was bored. >.>
Wilfred Schmierhausen was a District Governor in the north end of Aiur. He had been rather popular and successful, and was trusted amongst the nobility. He held many important friendships with people directly involved with the day-to-day affairs of the Emperor, and he was aware that if he ever needed to speak directly to the absolute ruler of nearly five billion people, he would be able to. But he held a secret that would probably blacklist him in politics and business.
He was extremely opposed to the monarchy. So opposed, in fact, that he had links with a group formed specifically to end it. And they had convinced him to do the unthinkable. He was to have a meeting with the emperor and assassinate him. Throw the nation into chaos. He would die, but he would 'free' billions of people. Though the fact of the matter was that the majority of the people in the nation held the emperor in high regard, these men were too opposed to the idea to realise that fundamental fact.
That is why when Schmierhausen entered the emperor's personal study, where the majority of the affairs of the state were carried out daily, he felt no tug to go against his actions. The trust that the people of the palace had for him had allowed him to sneak his pistol into the room along with his secret.
As he entered the room, he bowed, though with no meaning behind the action, and took a seat.
"Governor, it is good to finally meet you. My son Josef has a high opinion of you, you should know," Conrad gave the man an approving look,"Now, what can I do for you?"
Schmierhausen took a deep breath, before quickly drawing the pistol from its holster,"You can die!" he screamed and brought the gun to bear on the emperor's chest. Conrad jumped down to the ground, sending his chair into a roll before it smashed into a glass-cased shelf. The pistol rang out as it hit the chair several times, courtesy of Schmierhausen's horrible aim. Conrad hit the alarm switch on the bottom of his desk and grabbed his hunting shotgun, which was conveniently placed on a rack where his legs would be under the desk.
"Let me kill you easy, 'highness'!" the enraged Schmierhausen blabbered. Another shot was fired into the desk, which went straight through and literally scraped the emperor's arm,"This is what the people want!"
Conrad had a great urge to point out to the man that recent opinion polls had put him at 87% favourable among the people, but it didn't really matter. He pointed his gun at the desk, aimed where he believed Schmierhausen would be if he could see him, and fired. The desktop blew apart into a rain of splinters, clearing the view of what Conrad had fired at. He saw the edge of the door into his office, shattered by bulletmarks, but Schmierhausen's head was out of view.
"Oh, so you'll fight back?!" Schmierhausen's face was visibly cut by splinters. He fired several times into the desk, but he could clearly hear Conrad scuffling about,"What the hell are you doing?"
The question was oddly placed, as a glass vase arched its way from behind the desk and directly into the assassin's face. He fell backwards, the skin where the glass had impacted visibly folded and blood oozed about. But this man was determined to kill the emperor. He brought himself to his knees and tried to find his gun. It had slid away. Conrad was approaching him, the shotgun aimed at Schmierhausen's face.
"What were you even thinking? You had a magnificent place among the aristocracy. You've wasted your life on some petty unsupported idea," the emperor said,"I should have you tortured for this idiocy."
But Schmierhausen was not done. He unsheathed a knife from its place and lunged at the emperor. A fire sounded into the assassin's arm, blasting it apart, but the other arm still lunged. Conrad managed to catch it, but was forced back and onto the desktop, his head bent backwards at the shotgun hole. The two men pushed the knife towards one another desperately, but Conrad had the obvious advantage. He poked his finger deep into Schmierhausen's wound, causing him to howl in pain. His guard was let off just long enough to be forced onto the ground and have his head blown apart.
"Bloody hell."
This statement was met with Honour Guards busting through the door, having just missed the fight, which had lasted less than two minutes. They were bewildered by the scene, and the uneasy with the icy glare coming from their emperor.
"You fucking idiots! Where is the guard that stands in front of my godsdamned office?!"
"S-sire, he was on break.."
"Have him executed, dammit! One of you get down to Taradox's office and crack down on anyone even bloody thinking of opposing me!"
"Yes, sire!" half the group exited the room immediately, while several others got about cleaning the room. Boy, would cause an uproar in the media.
OOC-Was bored. >.>