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Exerpt from Shattered Union by LT. J.G Brian Engel taken,with premission, from the Mereshkan Archives
What I remeber about the fall of the union was... how quiet it was. Over the course of a decade, the Union slowly shifted its policies, a little more agressive here, a little more opressive there, the civies never knew a thing about what was happening. But the military, the military was where the change was really taking place. The entire focus of the Imperialists was controlling the Union's main stabilizing element, the military. With that under their sway, slow governmental change could become radical destabilization overnight. Of course we knew it was happening, on occasion Officers and even NCOs would dissapear, all records erased, no one admitting they even existed. And then the real change hit. Within seven years, most command positions were filled with those loyal to the Imperialists, and when word got out, a massive protest sprung up in Harrison Square. We got our orders, break up the riot using any ammount of force neccisary, obviously standing for lethal force. Did we have any covictions, any silent traitorus thoughts? Maybe, did we say anything? Np, not a word, not when we openly slaughtered several thousand civies, and not when we marched on a protesting sneate and settled who ruled the Union once and for all. Not a word.

December 7th, 2458 Arkheim Business district, Winchester Building

"Go." A pound of breach charges turned a elegant oak door into a storm of splinters and torn bronze hinges, a flash bang lit the room up like a roman candle. Four civil protection units stormed the room, Westchester SAP-74's at the ready, followed by the squad leader. "Frak, nothin' here" Grunted a CP. "Sarge, whadda we do?" Sergeant Brian Gordon surveyed the room. The tip has to be right, he has to be here... "Search the room." He barked. "Glazers only." The CPs groaned as they switched clips from shockers to glazers, shockers had a nasty tendency to fry the targets nervous system, while glazer encased them in a wad of sticky gel. The CPs spread out, the room was elegantly furnished, typical of the Winchester corporation, and split into several segments that came close to violating several regulations. "Got somefin' " Brian rounded ther corner to find his men getting itchy trigger fingers over someone in a chair. He waved his hand down, then moved forward to preform the arrest. Drawing his Westchesters PP-60 and aiming it at the subjects head, he lightly tapped him and waitied for him to turn around. No response, brian felt his anger start to rise, "Incompetent Little snot...." He muttered. "Hands up!" No reply again, he snatched the back of the chair and spun it around, sitting in it was the body of Division chief Tyler Irons with a note taped to his chest. Not this time sarge... it was only then he heard the barley audible beeping of a bomb. "Shit!" He scrambled back and pitched over a work station. "Frakker had a bomb, aus aus!!" Brian dived for the window in a futile attempt at escaping, at the sixth story with a bomb ticking behind him, he didn't have a chance. The bomb went off, the shockwave hurling him out the window into the waiting pavement below. The world met him in a crimson torrent, and before the blackness could claim him, a single thought echoed through his mind. Just a stupid mistake, a stupid mistake...

December 7th, 2458 Arkheim Business district

William Jefferson had heard the explosion and quickly ran out from the coffee shop he was in, almost forgetting to pay the bill. He wore a long brown trenchcoat and black boots, within his coat a CPA badge could be seen, its little hammer and sickle shined lightly, it hadn't been cleaned in a while. He was armed with a pistol he had bought, Union design. The WPR wouldn't be sending in any heavy equipment unless things really heated up. He began his first mission, light propaganda. William had seen the way this country was starting to fall apart, there were even lines of poor starting to funnel to find jobs. This is where his tounge would strike the hearts of minds of the people, here is where he would bring arms against the Imperial goverment. Jefferson soon found his boots next to one line, looking at the poor bastards, they all looked sick...hungry, while just on the other side of the street was a utopia of stores and over privalged civilians, they payed no heed to there fellow comrades. William Jefferson was a kind but cold man, his love turning to hate instantly, but he didn't show it. The people of this country needed change, whether it would be peacful or violent. William found a box, rather heavy enough to support his own weight, he didn't plan on falling and making a fool of himelf. He quickly stepped up, up above the poor men, women, and few children. His voice quickly beckoned to them, snapping there heads in his direction " Can't you see what the Imperialst bastards are doing to you!, my freinds and brothers why must we squabble for scraps while the rich spit upon us!!!" he pointed to a dirty child " Why must he go through his life in shame and filth, it is not you who should be paying with your blood and sweat for working your backs away, the Imperialists are draining you like lemons for the juicer." he took a breath " Our rags symbolise the Imperialsts hold over us, should we not burn away the chains of Imperialsm and endourse our futures, our children's futures, death or change I say!" William's eyes darted through the lines, and his voice lowered slightly " If you want change, meet me at harbor street, in the warhouse at 8:00 P.M., only then can we decide for a brighter future comrades." He strode off back into the crowds, heading back to the coffee shop, his eyes looked behind him and in front.

Avuora Sekeyu was dealing with a rather belligerent customer who wanted a refund on a nano run coffee machine that had broken. "Look sir," He said patiently in his heavy Mereshkan accent, which was like Japanese but slightly more musical, "It says right on the warranty, we don't refund tampered with material. You admited to opening the nano storage unit, 'to see what made it tick'. Doing so let out the nanos, which we specifically told you not to do. The AI we have inside of them is very limited. They would not be able to cope with the drastic environmental change, and would perdorm what they were programmed to, which is heat coffee, on the nearest thing possible. In this case your cat." Seeing that he had lost the customer a ways back, he sighed. "Look, I understand you want compensation for the dead cat, but its not my fault. I told you not to screw with it."

The customer seemed about to complain when the sound of a massive explosion was heard. Avuora swore in his native tounge, and instinctively went for his katana, before realising he didn't have it. The Union wouldn't let civilians carry even archaic weaponry these days. He shook his head. The histories said that back in the days of Emperess Saya and Shogun Edward, two big heroes in Mereshkan culture, that the Union was a great country, all peace and helping out. Such a change was to be lamented. The customer had dissapeared at the sound of the explosion, and Avuora ran outside. There was a huge building on fire, yet no sign of whom perpetrated the deed. Standing on a box was what looked like the Russians back in the old days. He was addressing a large crowd, telling them how oppresive the government was, and how they shouldn't be so poor. He does have a point Avuora thought, looking around at the poverty around. He started at him mentioning the warehouse at eight. He shook his head. Idiot. You never let the government, especielly a government like the Union had, know where the meetings were. The army'll be all over this guy. Still, it bore investigating. The Emperor would surely want to know about that.

William was at the warehouse, which he had rigged with explosives should something go wrong. He waited out in the front, with his coat up over his neck to keep the chill off, he fingered his Union pistol. A boy was walking past him, very young he thought. He tapped the boy on his shoulder and gave him a stack of papers " Here, ill give you twenty if you put these up all over the place." The little boy was stunned by the money, his dirty hands reached for it, but William pulled it back" Only after you do it..." The little boy ran full speed, not knowing or understanding what was in his hands. Posters showing a worker ripping off his chains as blood ran down his scars, A man holding up a weapon with a red star in the background. He pulled out a small screen which was linked to a security camera at the warehouse, when people show up, he would know. William began walking down the street, without looking he dropped some cards, these cards said UPR (United Proletariat Revolution) it showed a Union civilian waving a red version of the Union flag.

Arkheim Waterfront District, Harbor Street Warehouse 8:14 PM

"Damn frakkin' Reds. Thought the fall of the great wall was the end of 'em." Not many of the men understood that the fall of the Great Wall marked the end of the second cold war, but they grunted in reply. "Squads two and four, get into sniper position and lay down a static blanket. The rest of you, on me." The snipers moved off to carry out there orders while the main squad focused on the warehouse. "Everyone, stay frosty an make sure the reds don't have anything up there sleves, don't get to jumpy on the gun till we get orders from Mister Death." A couple soldiers chuckled at the name, any squad, military or CP, commanded by Patrick Dougan often had a 100% success rate. "Brewer here, we're in position." The CP leader noded. "Acknowledged, awaiting confirmation." CP leader Anderson flicked through the various command channels, then selected the proper codes. "Colonel Dougan, we're ready."


Lucky's Bar, near Lawrence MCRD.

"....and thats how we got out of many a-fix." The gravel voice of the old man told all, a man who'd seen enough and done enough. Patrick whistled. "Really now?" The old man laughed. "Sure, ya just gotta know your friends, they'll get ye outta any fix." The conversation was interupted by Patrick's earpiece buzzing in his ear. "Hold on Frank, Dougan here. You have premission to proceed CP Anderson, I will be arriving shortly to oversee opperations." Patrick slid his chair back and pressed on a battered hat. "See you later Mister Green." The door swung open onto a cold night, one with the promise of rain. Frank sighed and sank back into his chair. "Been a while since I've seen dat spunk..." He muttered to himself. He grabbed the nearest bottle and took a deep swill of it. "But y'all never leave me, will ya?"

A group of roughly two hundred people had assembled at the entrance of the warehouse, they were at the front, some coughing. William Jefferson returnd and payed the child his twenty. He arrived at the front of the warehous which was rusted pretty good. William Jefferson stood in front of the door and then opened it as all the people began to pour into the warehouse. WPR agents had pre-fixed the inside of the warehouse, inside were five crates literally filled with Kashism style communist reading material, two more crates with Renegade Assault rifles( Basically a futuristic AK-47 that fires railgun rounds.) The World Proletariat Revolution had been the leading Communist force in this time of age. There were various other crates, containing food and medical supplies. William entered the place, there were small pots cooking food, rather primitive slum. Soon there were small circles of people as William was educating them on communism and its purpose of helping them break free. His hands moved often as he spoke, and he spoke loud at times and softly at others. Some people huddled over barrel fires, reading the World Manifesto(Kashism) which contained a mix of Leninism, Moaism, Stalinism and Marx which was created by Kash Wilson as the new communism. These people had been brought to what to them seemed like paradise, in reality it wasn't really much at all. William Jefferson was not aware of the snipers, but he expected that he could be followed. Even the weapons were coverd in food and medical supplies. The huddled masses read, while others read aloud for the illiterate. William smiled, he seemed like the modern Lenin standing on yet another crate of potatoes.

Avuora sighed at the sight of all the posters around. This guy really was an idiot. Was he even aware that whomever hung up those posters was as good as dead? Well, he might as well check it out, but he was leaving at the first shot.He jogged to the warehouse, where it appeared everything was still peaceful. However, if that guy continued to talk about how the Union had a faulty government, it wouldn't be for long. That, and he suspected that there were weapons stored in the boxes. Wouldn't do any good against snipers, or Special Forces.

William continued his speech, he had them under his spell. He was now walking around, checking on little pockets of his new "students". They were either warming themselves by the fire, eating, or reading and preaching the World Manifesto. At this point everyone of them were willing to join this cause, here they found the United Proletariat Revolution. " Small stuff...but its a start" he told himself. William needed action more than anything else, perhahps some kidnappings, maybe something else. Information wasn't very easy to come by, and a police man had much more use than most expected. It had been rather tiring work, the speech was the most important, the smaller group chats were easy pie for him. William Jefferson was a man of his word, and he intended on getting the job done, only death could take him from it.

Arkheim Waterfront District

Patrick arrived to hear the shouts of agreement and joy from the warehouse. Reds, never know when to give up.... He quickly stepped into the shadows, pulling his collar up in a somewhat useful attempt to blend into the grime and blackness of the alleyway. He raised the right side of his jacket higher, a transmitter hidden within. "COlonel Dougan here, CP Anderson, give me a sit-rep." The line crackled with static before coming back to life. "Squads two and four in sniping position, we're on the second floor of the red brick building to the right of the warehouse." Patrick scanned the skyline, straining to see where his men might have hidden themselves. Sure enough, several dark forms were huddled near a window. "Lethal force has been authorized, squad two, load up with HE rounds and get those crates, most likely usin' food as cover for weapons. Squad four, get ready to lay down supression fire. Squads one and three, load up your 'nade launchers with frags and incindiaries, fire when squad two opens up on the cases. In the mean time, wait for my-" it was only then he noticed someone else had ducked into the alleyway with him. "Unknown contact, moving to enage" He whispered. He drew his SAP-56 and drew slowly closer to the unidentified person. "You're not supposed to be here." He hissed. Still aiming his pistol at the unidentified person's head, he brought the transmitter closer to his mouth. "Give those reds hell boys." The flat crack of Projectile sniper rounds mixed with the high whines of the rail rifles, the soft whump of the launchers became the bass to the chaotic symphony of war.

Body's and blood filled the warhouse and men, women and children were blow away by deadly force and accuracy. Screams and yells for help aroused. William Jefferson drew his pistol and ducked, he quickly fired two shots at a dark area, not sure where the enemy was. He bashed open one of the crates and weapons spilled out " Grab em, grab the weapons, defend yourselfs!" People hungerly grabbed the weapons, not knowing how to use them, they simply pulled the trigger and aimed it in the direction of the enemy. the greenish blue railgun rifles fired (think of the ammunition from the Moviet "Eraser".) A explosion rocked, knocking William to the ground, his ears went into a wining pitch until he came back to reality, he joined some of the others, firing.

OOC: I'll assume that you're talking to my UHC. Correct me if I'm wrong.

IC: Avuora put his hands up at the sight of the gun. "Peace, soldier. I am just a shopkeeper." Knowing his accent would identify him as Mereshkan, he opened up his coat. "I carry no katana." In Mereshka that phrase was used to show that he meant no harm.

OOC: I'll assume that you're talking to my UHC. Correct me if I'm wrong.

IC: Avuora put his hands up at the sight of the gun. "Peace, soldier. I am just a shopkeeper." Knowing his accent would identify him as Mereshkan, he opened up his coat. "I carry no katana." In Mereshka that phrase was used to show that he meant no harm.


OOC: yeah, talking to you.

IC:

Patrick lowered his side arm but kept a firm grip on it. "Well, just in case you didn't know Mister Shopkeeper, theres a full blown battle going on, and, unfortunatly for you, my orders are to take into custody." He slapped a pair of mag binders onto Avuora's wrists. "Look, I know how you feel, I'm not even a CP, I've just got orders to make sure no one gets away." He activated his transmitter. "Open up with plasma now, there numbers should be low enough. I've arested a civlian, taking him back." He gestured with his pistol towards the other end of the alley. "After you."


Fourth floor the abandoned port authority office
"Order recieved and confirmed sir, make it back home safely." He jerked his thumb across his throat. "Open up with plasma, I want concentrated semi-auto fire, most of 'em have been killed, I want supreme efficiency here, 's long as they don't know where we are, we're good." Chuckles rippled through the squad. "Sir, why don't we just level the damn building?" It was CP leader Anderson'd time to smile. "Red's probably rigged the place to go up, just gotta hit the clusters."

Avuora shrugged. "I don't have much choice I suppose." He began walking towards the exit of the alleyway.

People poured out of the building, armed insurgents and the like. Jefferson fell down and quickly ran out and into the streets, his heart thumping full speed as he ran. He quickly hit the detonating, the huge thud sound was heard and the building quaked as the explosion rippled through the neighborhood, shattering windows and setting off alarms. What was left were bodys and debry, scatterd across the streets, empty magazines, and food. William might have failed, but it was also a success, the survivors now knew that there goverment would kill people who didn't agree with them, William would re-rally them at a later point, the location would be held secret this time.

The explosion echoed through the empty streets. "Get down!" Patrick shouted. He threw Avuora to the ground a split second before he hit the dirt, hot shrapnel and wood hissed through the air, cleaving through people and buildings alike. "Scheisse! Dammit!" He franticly activated his transmitter. "Squad, come in!" The transmitter hissed into ominous silence before a reply came back." Squad two here, CP Clark in charge, we're good, so's squad four, we were far enough from the blast, just rattled our nerves. Most of the survivors got out of the warehouse before it went up." Patrick grunted. "Anderson, come in." Silence. "Squad one and three, respond." More silence. "Dammit!" The transmitter crackled back to life, an out of breath and strained voice on the other end. "CP Holt here, acting commander of squad three. Blast shredded our building, squad two is entirley down, CP leader Anderson took alot of flak but is still mobile. Three is in bad shape, if they start hunting us sir..." Patrick cut him off. "Everyone will have heard the blast, no better way to get back up then make something go boom, hold position until medics arrive, you did a good job, even if things didn't go as planned." A mufled groan came over the other end. "...Gettin' kinda dark.." The transmitter hissed into silence. "Fucking reds..." Patrick muttered.

William had escaped and was relaxing his nerves. He needed to get back at the Union goverment, and fast, it was time to take a hostage. William went hunting for a police officer, which didn't take him long as he saw a squad car, its anti-grav engines keeping it afloat shortly off the ground. He fingered his pistol as he waved the police officer down.

Avuora jumped up swearing in his native language. Getting control of himself, he turned to Patrick. His anger intensified his accent, making what he said nearly unintelligable. "Thank you, sir. Its been a while since I was in an explosion. Now I remember why I don't miss the army. As you said, fucking reds. Are you okay sir?"

Avuora jumped up swearing in his native language. Getting control of himself, he turned to Patrick. His anger intensified his accent, making what he said nearly unintelligable. "Thank you, sir. Its been a while since I was in an explosion. Now I remember why I don't miss the army. As you said, fucking reds. Are you okay sir?"

Patrick shook his head. "Wow, what you said in Mereshkan." Patrick whistled. "Really scorched the air." He shook his head. "Some how I fell like I failed this time, most of my squads are dead, and I openly
ordered them to open fire on mostly unarmed civies..." He gazed back at the burning harbor. "Some part of me thinks I should feel regret, the other part of me wants a stiff drink."


An alley way close to the Warehouse

Three CP's stepped out of the squad car, stun batons at the ready, they casualy flicked them on, blue sparks running across its blunt surface. "Citizen, come with us peacfully and you will not be harmed."

Avuora looked at him apprehensively. "Will I get in trouble for speaking my mind at this moment? I didn't leave Mereshka just to be executed. Just wanted some money for the kids, you know?" He mentally sighed Sad that I have to ask to speak my mind. Sucks that America fell a while back, would have liked a trip there. Wouldn't have problems like this.

OCC: North Calaveras was a country located in Northern california county of Calaveras, which became a great nation ^^ the became the WPR.

William started to walk away slowly " Whow, wait what did I do officers?" he stated with a confused face. He was sure he could draw much faster and kill these officers, but not like this...

Avuora looked at him apprehensively. "Will I get in trouble for speaking my mind at this moment? I didn't leave Mereshka just to be executed. Just wanted some money for the kids, you know?" He mentally sighed Sad that I have to ask to speak my mind. Sucks that America fell a while back, would have liked a trip there. Wouldn't have problems like this.

Patrick chuckled. "To hell with the book, I've been nearly courtmartialed three times for not doing things by the book, go right ahead and speak your peace." He glanced around the alley for any signs of movement. "And I know whats its like with constant threat of execution, believe me, during the purges a few years ago, it was a bad day to be a suporter of US independence or the Union."

OOC: To note, in this RP, the was absorbed into the Union during an econmoic crash in 2147, until then, the Union controlled roughly all of canada and parts of the Northern US, like Montana.

Avuora grinned. "Well sir, I think you should feel regret, no offense meant. I mean, if you don't like what you do, why not do something about it? Think about it. I mean, if the military says no, whats the government to do about it?" Just as that left his mouth, he realized it was a mistake. Seiu!! And I was being critical of the Reds.

Avuora grinned. "Well sir, I think you should feel regret, no offense meant. I mean, if you don't like what you do, why not do something about it? Think about it. I mean, if the military says no, whats the government to do about it?" Just as that left his mouth, he realized it was a mistake. Seiu!! And I was being critical of the Reds.

Patrick grinned. "Your under arrest for... psyche!" He burst out laughing. "But seriously, what is there to do? With the Union's massive military, theres not much people can do without it getting stomped flat. I have heard about a rebellion, but..." He spread his hands. "We've had orders to treat it like a 'disobediant child' and only give it a light spanking here and there. They can't really marshall a large force unless they have some experienced tacticians or.. soldiers....." He snapped his fingers. "Not that I'm saying I will, but theres this guy I know at Lucky's bar, he's been talking about some mutal friends of his who could use the help of a guy like me or.... you?" He raised his eyebrow. "You carry yourself like a soldier, you ever served in the military?"

A back alley
The lead CP noticed Williams slow departure and drew his pistol, the faint whine meant that it was loaded with shocker rounds. "Freeze and I won't shoot." The other CP's slowly moved towards William, batons drawn at the ready.

Avuora nodded uncomfortably. "Mereshkan Speciel Forces. I specielize in infiltration. But, I left the military, found myself a good wife. Got tired of the killing, you know?"

Avuora nodded uncomfortably. "Mereshkan Speciel Forces. I specielize in infiltration. But, I left the military, found myself a good wife. Got tired of the killing, you know?"

"I know the feeling, I always wanted to settle down to, never had the time though." He gestured out of the alley way. "Lucky's bar is a few block away, theres a guy there, the one I was talking about, he's an... interesting character. SInce your Mereshkan you'll probably appreciate his stories more than the average Union civie."

Avuora nodded apprecietvly. "Thanks, friend. Will I see you around the bar sometime?"

Patrick laughed. "See me around the bar? Hell, I'm taking you to lucky's bar! Only way you can talk to Frank is if you know the barkeep, Frank likes to keep himself tucked away in his own private room." He started to walk off. "You coming or what?"

Avuora shrugged. At the very least, he would get out of being arrested, and if all went well, change the world. Hell, what could it hurt He started following the soldier.

Avuora shrugged. At the very least, he would get out of being arrested, and if all went well, change the world. Hell, what could it hurt He started following the soldier.

Lucky's bar
Patrick shoved open the worn door. Damn thing always sticks The bar was dimly lit and somewhat clean, tobacco smoke hung like a fog in the bar. Patrick snapped mhis fingers and a short rotund man waddled out behind the bar. "Hey, Bobby, need to see Frank." Bobby shook his head. "No can do Dougan, he just left." Patrick sighed then straightened up. "Its okay Bobby, this guy might be interested in meeting Frank's mutal friends." Bobbys eyes lit up at the last few words. " 'es in the back, knock before you enter though, 'es a bit grump'e" Patrick nodded then rounded a corner a knocked on a door that was barley on its hinges. Rustling eminated from the room, followed by low curses. "Enter." A voice rasped from the other side. Patrick pulled open the door, then turned to Avuora. "Frank Green, in the flesh."

Avuora bowed. "Greeting sir. I carry no katana."

Frank chuckled. "Never get tired of Mereshkan greeting or other phrases, but as I recall, Saya was never as formal as you were" He heaved himself off his chair and extended his hand. "Last surviving memeber of the original Union, and damn afraid the imperialists will drag me off one night." He glanced at Patrick. "Did you come to hear about the old days or... other things?"

Avuora's eyes widened. "Saya? There is only one Saya that I know of that was ever in the Union...You don't mean... But you would have to be hundreds of years old!!" He was nearly ecstatic. Emperess Saya was hailed as one of the best rulers Mereshka had ever had. Were it not for here, Mereshka would have ceased to exist long ago. If there was even a possibility that this man knew something of her, he was eager to learn all of it.

Avuora's eyes widened. "Saya? There is only one Saya that I know of that was ever in the Union...You don't mean... But you would have to be hundreds of years old!!" He was nearly ecstatic. Emperess Saya was hailed as one of the best rulers Mereshka had ever had. Were it not for here, Mereshka would have ceased to exist long ago. If there was even a possibility that this man knew something of her, he was eager to learn all of it.

"Thats the one, its was interesting to see her rise from a grunt in the QCS to empress. Even more interesting to see Edward leave the Union for Mereshka." He sat down in his chair again, back poping like a machine gun. "As for hundreds of years, I'd believe it, to make a long story short, I got caught in the wreck of the Olympus, was in cryo sleep at the time, so I stayed peachy keen till some fleet pulled my ass outta that can."

Avuora grinned and started laughing. "What was the Emperess like? Was she as beautiful as the stories say? And did she really have a temper? And what about the eyes, did they really change color?" Avuora then took a deep breath to calm himself. Get ahold of yourself Avuora, there will be time for that later. Concentrate on the Empire today, not the past. Emperor Shukoya wouldn't be happy that I got distracted so easy. Aloud he said, "Sorry about that,I got rather excited. I suppose there will be time for that later, but for now, this soldier said something about your...friends?"

Patrick grinned. "Your under arrest for... psyche!" He burst out laughing. "But seriously, what is there to do? With the Union's massive military, theres not much people can do without it getting stomped flat. I have heard about a rebellion, but..." He spread his hands. "We've had orders to treat it like a 'disobediant child' and only give it a light spanking here and there. They can't really marshall a large force unless they have some experienced tacticians or.. soldiers....." He snapped his fingers. "Not that I'm saying I will, but theres this guy I know at Lucky's bar, he's been talking about some mutal friends of his who could use the help of a guy like me or.... you?" He raised his eyebrow. "You carry yourself like a soldier, you ever served in the military?"

A back alley
The lead CP noticed Williams slow departure and drew his pistol, the faint whine meant that it was loaded with shocker rounds. "Freeze and I won't shoot." The other CP's slowly moved towards William, batons drawn at the ready.

"Sure officer" William said, he didn't raise hands though. " Can I ask why this is happening sir?" He didn't need a conflict against all three of them, he could wait it out for a second, mabye give him the suprise advangtage should things go south.

Lucky's bar

Frank grunted. "My friends, eh? Suppose I'll talk your ear off about the empress later, for now, I've heard rumors of an increase in agressivness towards Mereshka, not an all out war, but prep for one, this would make a perfect backdrop for the rebellion, with men and material being drawn elsewhere, we can finaly step out of the shadows." He took a cautious glance around the room. "Most of the rebel leaders are actually high ranking generals in the military, and most of there men are loyal to the old Union. Now once it has been confirmed that an increase in activity away from Arkheim, then the rebellion will seize the city. Hopefully." He seemed to relax after having said that. "And to answer your question, Empress Saya was beautiful, she had many potential suitors, one of whom was a particular Irishman with a similar firery temper. Didn't work out between them."

A back alley
The CP with the shocker lowered his weapon. "A warehouse was destroyed a few blocks from here, we were ordered to arrest anyone without proper identification." He raised his weapon again. "Put your hands on your head and kneel."

Lucky's bar

Frank grunted. "My friends, eh? Suppose I'll talk your ear off about the empress later, for now, I've heard rumors of an increase in agressivness towards Mereshka, not an all out war, but prep for one, this would make a perfect backdrop for the rebellion, with men and material being drawn elsewhere, we can finaly step out of the shadows." He took a cautious glance around the room. "Most of the rebel leaders are actually high ranking generals in the military, and most of there men are loyal to the old Union. Now once it has been confirmed that an increase in activity away from Arkheim, then the rebellion will seize the city. Hopefully." He seemed to relax after having said that. "And to answer your question, Empress Saya was beautiful, she had many potential suitors, one of whom was a particular Irishman with a similar firery temper. Didn't work out between them."

A back alley
The CP with the shocker lowered his weapon. "A warehouse was destroyed a few blocks from here, we were ordered to arrest anyone without proper identification." He raised his weapon again. "Put your hands on your head and kneel."

William threw the officers a fake I.D and got on his knees, hands up. " Yes, it seems the country is falling apart these days..." Other agents knew what was going on, and began to route around, a sniper was on his way to set up a firing position in a hotel nearby.

Avuora narrowed his eyes. "Aggresiveness towards Mereshka? Why? The Union is already one of the largest in the world, why do they need to invade Mereshka. I need to contact the Emperor about this. Unless you mean to tell me I should let my country be invaded?" He looked like he wished as though he had his katana.

Frank shook his head. "I never said invasion, I said build up for an invasion until the High command finds a reason, usually stockpiles of WMDs. Doesn't matter what it is, as long as its draws attention away from here, we're good." He reached back and fiddled with something behind his chair. "And really, what is a Mereshkan soldier without his Katana?" He tossed a sheated Katana towards Avuora, the latin words Oderint dum metuant (let them hate as long as they fear) was engraved on the sheath, as well as a battered rendition of an old Union insignia. "Belonged to an old friend, seeing as how you've unofficialy been drafted into the rebellion, you'll need it."

Avuora lookde it over critically. He pulled it out experimentally and grunted. "Nice and sharp, good blade. Doesn't leave the sheath fast enough though." To remedy this, he pulled out a bottle of specielly made oil, pouring some in the sheath. He moved the blade in and out until he was satisfied. "Speciel oil," he explained, "Made to make it clear the sheath easier and sharpen the blade as well. It is very useful for Battoujutsu, which is my sword style." He grinned. "Thanks. Now that thats done, it will serve very well. I think I'll go grab my stealth suit and personal teleporter from my shop."

William threw the officers a fake I.D and got on his knees, hands up. " Yes, it seems the country is falling apart these days..." Other agents knew what was going on, and began to route around, a sniper was on his way to set up a firing position in a hotel nearby.

One of the CPs hurried over and scrapped the ID off the ground while the other covered him. "We're still going to have to take you into custody, verfiy your ID and the like." The CP holstered his weapon. "You can stand up know, get in back, you won't be harmed."

Avuora lookde it over critically. He pulled it out experimentally and grunted. "Nice and sharp, good blade. Doesn't leave the sheath fast enough though." To remedy this, he pulled out a bottle of specielly made oil, pouring some in the sheath. He moved the blade in and out until he was satisfied. "Speciel oil," he explained, "Made to make it clear the sheath easier and sharpen the blade as well. It is very useful for Battoujutsu, which is my sword style." He grinned. "Thanks. Now that thats done, it will serve very well. I think I'll go grab my stealth suit and personal teleporter from my shop."

Patrick laughed. "Knew you were still an active soldier, and since I just ordered civies murdered, I think I'll go with you. Union's not giving me much these days." He reached into his jacket and removed his side arm. "Just in case."

Avuora grinned. "Once a soldier, always a soldier, ya know?" Covering the katana with his coat, he walked out the door, towards his nano shop.

One of the CPs hurried over and scrapped the ID off the ground while the other covered him. "We're still going to have to take you into custody, verfiy your ID and the like." The CP holstered his weapon. "You can stand up know, get in back, you won't be harmed."

The sniper was set up, his rifle recoiled as a fifty-caliber railgun round spent and hit one cop in the stomach, the impact would split his body in half. William quickly drew his pistol and fired three shots at the second cp, preparing to take on the third.

Alleyway outside Lucky's bar

Patrick took a quick glance around. "Cp patrols don't come around very often. Makes this a haven for rebels. But, you know the way to your shop, you lead the way, I'll cover if need be."

Back Alley

The third CP scrambled back towards the squad car. "Shit! Officers down, Officer's down!" He quickly drew his shocker and fired in panic, unsure if he hit anything. "Please, I have a wife and kids!" He pleaded.

William yelled " Drop the weapon, or your freinds will be scooping you up off the pavement!." his pistol was raised, and the sniper was moving his sights to this pray. During this time, the World Manifesto had left the warehouse with its new found members, these people themselves were tellign the story of Comrade William and how he tried to help them, until they were brutally slaughterd by there own goverment. This would fuel the fires of revolution, William just needed to get back to his herd.

Avuora nodded. He took off down the street, with his hand on his katana, towards the business district. Where one would normally turn to get to the district, he unexpectedly made a turn into another alleyway. Stopping at a door, he turned and looked sheepishly at Patrick. "Uhm,I'd apprecieate it if you didn't tell anyone about this. You see, I managed to set up a small teleport station in this building." He scowled. "You have no idea how hard it was to hide something like this."

Patrick whistled. "You guys actually perfected organic transport? Guess the dossier I read on the Mereshkan military was right, what better way to get the drop on an enemy then through an organic teleport." He shifted nervously. "You, uh.... you sure its safe? I've heard some nightmarish stories about them.."

A back alley

The CP flung his weapon across the street, its skittered into a pile of garbage. "Please, don't kill me! You want money, I can get it, you want somebody released form prison, I can try, just don't kill me!"

William replyed with a " Shut up!" he picked up the stun gun and motioned the officer into the back of his own police car. " Im gonna take your vehicle, and were going on a adventure."

Avuora nodded. "With just us two, its perfectly safe. One of the things you guys do wrong is try to transport too many at once. Do you know how hard it is to deconstruct and entire armies matter? Personal transporters are much safer. We have larger stations that can handle armies, but a little station like this can only handle fifty safely, but up to a hundred if you really need it. But, like I said, its fine with the two of us."

The CP clamped his jaw shut then slid the ignition card to William before spinning on his heel and tramping towards the rear of the squad car. His jaw set in fierce defiance and face a mix of defeat and rage, he stepped in and slammed the door.

The WPR didn't play games of hide and seek, and neither did William, he took his WPR agent badge out, he was part of the secret police and spy force. He showed the officer and hammer and sickle, its gold and red body sybomlising the WPR " Your car is now under control of the United Proletariat Revolution of the Union, it will serve us as it served you."

Avuora nodded. "With just us two, its perfectly safe. One of the things you guys do wrong is try to transport too many at once. Do you know how hard it is to deconstruct and entire armies matter? Personal transporters are much safer. We have larger stations that can handle armies, but a little station like this can only handle fifty safely, but up to a hundred if you really need it. But, like I said, its fine with the two of us."

Patrick forced down bile, his face turning a visible shade of green. "If... if you say so.." He stepped into the booth and awaited the transportation with clenched teeth and eyes squeezed shut.

The WPR didn't play games of hide and seek, and neither did William, he took his WPR agent badge out, he was part of the secret police and spy force. He showed the officer and hammer and sickle, its gold and red body sybomlising the WPR " Your car is now under control of the United Proletariat Revolution of the Union, it will serve us as it served you."

"Damn reds..." The CP muttered under his breath. "Do what you want, it'll only make Zero hunt you harder."


OOC: This is only a reference to section Zero, its pretty much myth in the Union by now, and not much of an actual secret military

Avuora set the thing to the proper settings, and stepped in with him. "Alright, three, two, one, and..." Avuora didn't think to warn Patrick, since he was used to it, but it was very dissorienting. The first thing he would notice was that the tips of his fingers were dissapearing bit by bit, as the machine began the deconstruction process. Then as it built up some momentum, his entire arm would dissapear. Luckily for him, it went too fast for him to notice the rest of the changes after that. Earlier versions had been much slower, and some soldiers had been known to go insane as they watched their own head dissapear. They'd never figure out why the eyes went last. Suddenly, they were in Avuoras attic.

Avuora set the thing to the proper settings, and stepped in with him. "Alright, three, two, one, and..." Avuora didn't think to warn Patrick, since he was used to it, but it was very dissorienting. The first thing he would notice was that the tips of his fingers were dissapearing bit by bit, as the machine began the deconstruction process. Then as it built up some momentum, his entire arm would dissapear. Luckily for him, it went too fast for him to notice the rest of the changes after that. Earlier versions had been much slower, and some soldiers had been known to go insane as they watched their own head dissapear. They'd never figure out why the eyes went last. Suddenly, they were in Avuoras attic.
Patrick had to fight to keep from spilling his guts onto the floor. "That was.. terrible. How do you stand it?" He shook his head, the last few tendrils of bright blue faded from his vision. "And... where exactly are we? Mereshka?"

Avuora grinned. "Sorry mate, forgot to warn you. I guess I'm just used to it. Thats why we have to train allot before we use it in battle. And yes, we are in Mereshka. I'm going to grab my stuff, and then I'll go tell the Emperor about this 'increased aggression towards Mereshka'." He walked towards a box in a corner, opening it up to reveal several stealth suits, as well as a box of personal teleportors. He pulled out one of each. He looked to Patrick. "Want some?"

Avuora grinned. "Sorry mate, forgot to warn you. I guess I'm just used to it. Thats why we have to train allot before we use it in battle. And yes, we are in Mereshka. I'm going to grab my stuff, and then I'll go tell the Emperor about this 'increased aggression towards Mereshka'." He walked towards a box in a corner, opening it up to reveal several stealth suits, as well as a box of personal teleportors. He pulled out one of each. He looked to Patrick. "Want some?"

"As disorenting as it was... might come in handy." He took the teleporter and slipped it into his jacket pocket. "So, we're going to the Emperor huh? Maybe I could trace down my roots while I was here, did I ever tell you I'm part Mereshkan on my mothers side?"

Avuora grinned. "Reall? Interesting. Thats great, it'll make you much more accepted here. Well, lets get going." He was going to teleport, than thought og something. "Oh yeah, you don't know how to use it, do ya? Well, I'll show you how to set it to the Palace at least. We can wait for a more complete lesson later." Here. He showed Patrick how to set it, than asked, "Alright, you ready?"

Patrick swalloed sour bile again. "Ready." He stammered. He took a quick swig of whiskey, strictly for medicinal purposes, before activating his teleporter. The feeling of watching one's own arm disolve was new to him, he flexed his fingers as they dissapeared in swirling blue, twisted his hand as it to dissolved, suprisingly, there was nothing but a cool chill running down his arm, as if he had slept on it. He chuckled nervously. "Kinda... feels good..." He muttered. He chuckled again as the process accelerated, he never got to see his body dissapear.

They were now at the Imperial Palace, which had seen major improvements since Sayas day. Whereas it was once made of wood and thatch, it was now soaring marble spires, and delicate domes made of a pink pearl. Avuora smiled. "Ah, I've always liked coming to the palace. Its even better than the Citidel of Wolves."

Patrick had to turn around a full 360 degress to soak up the grandure of the palace. "Wow, this puts the Senate building to shame, really ornate in here." He took a quick survey of the room. "And.... which way to the emperor again?"

Avuora nodded his head towards a hallway leading out of the room. "This is the teleportation room, which is specifically set aside for teleporters. Its not a very good idea for you to teleport to a roomfull of people. Don't ask why." He led the way out of the room, past grand tapestries, and delicate porcelain vases, as well as marble statues of samurai and Emperors, as well as a certain Empress. There were also guards whos stealth suits had been designed to look like the samurai armor of old, and they're teleporters were the helmets. "Emperors Wolves." He whispered. "From my own Wolf clan" Theclans were now technically districts, but everyone still reffered to them as clans.

"I can guess why, room full of people wouldn't be to hayppy." He took a look at the clan gaurds. "Intresting how you integrated modern tech into a design so old, reminds of the old stories of the Arkheim knights, those guys were supposed to wear what looked like medival plate, but were actually the finest stuff the Union had. Clan's remind me of families though, used to be a Union system when it was side by side with a democratic president."

Avuora shrugged. "It works to keep the country still somewhat traditional. We also have a rather odd government. Its like a mix of a Republic and a Monarchy. The Emperor is the prime ruler, and below him is a council of Shoguns, which serves to keep him in line. Should he get to power happy, theres usually a revolution. Sure, it has its drawback. But, the almost continuos clan wars serve to keep the military well trained." He took a left, and said, "Well, we're almost to the Throne Room, so you'd best know, the rule is you must bow with your head to the floor until he tells you to rise."

Patrick nodded. "Keep my head to the floor, don't rise until I'm allowed to. Sounds like 'attention' and 'at ease'." He fiddled with his jacket and oniform shirt, while clean, weren't even close to the rigid standards of an Officer's uniform.


OOC: Patrick wears a light armorweave jacket designed to look like leather over his typical officers uniform

As they neared the door, two servant women opened it for them. One of them bowed to Avuora. "Good to see you back, Shogun." She said in Mereshkan. They entered, and Avuora did as they insturcted. There was a very old man sitting in the throne.

Patrick bowed and kept his eyes glued to the floor, determined not to look up. Keep it straight Marine the various recollections of boot camp came flooding back to him. Not at that angle! Get the frak over to that pole, salute it like it's the damn president!

As they were bowing, a kindly voice said in english, for Patricks benefit, "Rise, children." Avuora stood up. "Good job." He whispered to Patrick. The old man said. "So, Avuora, what have you to report." He shuffled nervously. "Well, Emperor, I've heard tell, from a reliable source, that there is a build-up for an invasion of Mereshka by the Union. Its not in stone yet, but its a possibility."

Patrick noded, then said in slightly shaky Mereshakn. "Its confirmed, sir. I apolgize for speaking out of turn, but there has been a massive buildup of troops near Mereshkan borders, whether this is the buildup to an invasion or attemt to blockade Mereshka into submission, I don't know. All I know, sir, is that it gives the rebellion a chance to come into the light, to actually start a war without being stamped flat. Of course, sir, if you could help the rebellion get a start, it might become a formidable force." He reached around to rub a sore muscle in his back and felt a small lump in his left pocket, he quickly dug in and produced a holo disk with a note taped to it. Give this to the Emperor ~ An Old friend he slowly lifted the holo disk in front of him. "I was.... told to give you this sir, I have no clue whats on it."

The emperor raised his eyebrow. "An old friend, eh? I have many friends, but few old ones. I have a tendency to outlive most of them. But, whether or not it is a friend, I'm sure it shall come in handy." He took the holodisk, and put it in his robe. "You say you desire help from Mereshka? What sort of help?"

Patrick shifted and gave a nervous smile. "I'm not officialy a member... of the resistance. Uh... I'm an Imperial Union Colonel, Patrick Dougan, perhaps you've heard of my somewhat... unsettling moniker, Mister Death." He shifted again. "But, men and training could be very helpful to the rebellion, I don't know the exact numbers, but its probably very small, so they need all the training in hit and run and tealth as they can get."

The Emperor smiled faintly and nodded. "Ah, yes, I know you. You are part Mereshkan, if I recall correctly?"

Patrick noded. "Yes sir, Part Mershakn on my mothers side. Past that, I have no clue where the Mereshkan in me comes from."

The Emperor waved vaugly at a door in the side of the room. "Past that door is the Record Keeping room. I'm sure with help of the Keeper, you would be able to figure it out. Feel free to do so after our conversation. Now, is delivering this disk to me the only reason you came with Avuora here?"

Patrick shook his head. "No, sir. The streets of the Union are unsafe for anyone with a weapon, I was providing escort, military clearance and all..." he voice trailed off, then snapped back. "Dammit, thats what Frank wanted me to do! Guy's pretty tricky, no wonder he gave Avuroa a katana, ensure I went with him."

Both Avuora and the emperor looked rather confused. "May I ask what the katana has to do with anything?" Avuora asked.

Patrick smiled. "Civies aren't supposed to be armed, even with swords, you can get arrested on the spot. If you travel armed with a member of the military, they'll assume you're a military Attache or something like that." He help up one finger. "Plus, if what I'm thinking is right, that katana actually has historical signifigance to the Union, not Mereshka.

Avuora looked over the sword, stopping at the old Union sign on the hiltself is normal. "Something to do with this, I'd imagine? As far as I know, the blade itself is normal."

"Of course the blade is normal, but its whats on the blade that matters. Now if I'm right that Union emblem should have the personal crest of, get this, the Harrison Family. You, my friend, are holding the Katan of Shogun General Edward Harrison."

Avuora grinned, and appeared very excited. "Serious? Amazing. Shogun Edward is on par with Empress Saya when it comes to Mereshkan heroes. Are you seriously saying that this is his katana?"

Patrick nodded. "Quite possibily, with the amazing quality of Mereshkan katana's, I wouldn't be overly suprised if it could still slice through flesh and bone with ease. In fact, if from what I've heard from foreign records is true, that same sword sliced through four hundred Imperial Marine's during the Union civil war of 2135, however dubious those sources are." He scratched at the stubble he was growning, he nedded a shave and badly to. "In fact, I might research what happened to Harrison during his years as shogun, he's a national Hero in the Union, almost god-like."

Avuora shook his head and marveled at the sword. "Damn. This is probably the most valuable sword in the Empire, next to Saya's of course."

Patrick noded. "Probably one of the most valuable in the Union to." He flinched then put his hand against his ear. "Say again? The frakking hell? Your serious! Not good Frank, stay in the bar till we get back." He lowered his hand. "Audio implant. The rebellion has officialy become active, they've set off bombs near every major governmental and military base in Arkheim." He bowed to the emperor. "Begging your pardon sir, but we really need to leave."

The Emperor nodded. "Of course, you have to be where you have to be."

Avuor set his transporter, and nodded. "Ready? Don't worry, teleporting isn't as bad once you get used to it."

Patrick noded. "I'm sure it doesn't, I'll make sure the Union doesn't get there hands on this till its all over." He turned to the Emperor and said in Mereshkan. "Thank you for your kidness in letting an outsider walk these halls, I will do my best to preserve the peace between the Old Union and Mereshka."

Avuora pressed the button to get the teleportation started, and they appeared in Franks room. Avuora grinned. "Sup Frank. Happy to see us?"

Frank stumbled over his chair and nearly blew the head of Avuora with a shotgun. "Blast it, I nearly killed the lot of you! I thought those things needed a grid!" Patrick stepped forward and helped Frank up. "Relax, we're here, whats with the rebellion." Frank's bones protested as he sat down, joints going off like rifles. "Rebs've been up to there ears in CP and the military, not much they can do but fight for there lives. Seems the Union knew about most of there hideouts, probably informers, but a few have escaped attention, these are weapon caches and old barracks, but they have more then enough men and material to help the others, if we can get to them." He slowly eased himself out of the chair. "And I've heard theres been infighting among the soldiers to, seems some officers dissagree with the current regime and back the rebellion, most were maybe a few squads, but I've heard the entirety of the 122nd infantry has defected, as well as most of the 33rd armor corps."

Avuora raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think that many soldiers would be brave enough. Seems to me most of 'em would value their lives over freedom. Its good news though." He shifted on his feet. "So, ah, anything you could use me for? Makes me kinda uncomfortable to just sit back when I know theres fighting going on."

"Stealth." Frank smiled. "You and Patrick wold probably make a good team, so I need you to go and get rid of a little problem for us. Theres an enemy commander thats been causing a hell of alot of trouble with the Imperial remnants fof the 33rd armor corps and some infantry, guy by the name of Edward Dougan." Patrick's face visibly paled in the dim light. "Thats... thats my father."

Avuora looked at him sympathetically. "Want me to take this one mate? I've done assasinations before, I can handle it on my own."

Patrick shook his head, then stiffened and saluted Frank. "I'll do my duty as a soldier, nothing more." His voice echoed with emptiness and the faint pangs of loss. Frank noded. "I know what you mean son, I've had to do many a-thing I've regreted later. It tears at you for the longest time, but try not to lose yourself to it."

Avuora took a deep breath. "Well,we'll just do it like taking off a bandage, nice and quick. So, where is this commander located?"

Frank flipped a small device onto the table then activated it, a map of downtown Arkheim winked into existence. "He should be located near the remains of the Winchester building, place was blown up earlier this week by a splinter faction of rebels, they managed to take a squad of CPs with the building." He traced is finger to the fourth floor. "This is th ruined section, anything above that is highly unstable, exactly where you'd want to go if you were commaning some troops, out of the way, and no one will think you're crazy enough to go up. Unfortunatly for him, I like crazy." he stepped behind the table and pulled a plank off the wall, revealing solid trimantium plating. "Got some weapons and gear in here if you need it, I'd recomend the LDRR-170 from there, nice, quiet, and quick. Everything you need. For you Patrick, I'd take a SFP-78, thats quiet, not to nice, and perfect for the distance you'll be at, short to long."

Avuora nodded. "THanks, but I'll pass on the weapons, never even shot a gun before. I'll stick with the swords I'm used to. Ready Patrick?"

Patrick noded. "I'd like one last thing." He flipped open his cell phone and dialed his father's phone. When the phone clicked, Patrick stiffened. "Dad, its Pat, I'm coming over there. Yes, my orders are to go find you. I know dad." His voice trembled at the end. "I'll see you soon dad, love you." He clicked his phone shut and and bit his lip. "Lets go."

Avuora, after doing some mental calculations, set both his and Patricks teleporters. He pressed the button.

OOC: I'll leave the describing to you.

They appeared just one floor below where Edward Dougan was supposed to be. Patrick clicked off the safety of his rifle, the high pitch whine of charging plasma cells filled the air. "Auvora, I need you to stay in stealth, I'll distract him, you do the actual..." He hesitated a moment. "Job. Then we'll get the hell out of here and head for the bar." He motioned towards the stiarwell. "Lets move."

Avuor anodded, turned on his stealth, and loosened his katana in its sheath. He crouched down and started up the stairway after Patrick. Poor guy, I'm sure this won't be easy for him. Its probably best that I'm going to make the actual kill. It wouldn't be good for him to have his fathers blood on his hands.

Patrick eased open the door to the thirteenth floor and stepped in. A single man wandered the abandoned office space, straing intently at a PDA and occasionaly flicking at something on screen. "Dad." Edward Dougan turned around suddenly, hand on his sidearm. "Oh, Pat, its you. we've been having a hell of the time with these rebs, don't you think?" Patrick shook his head. "Dad, you shouldn't be doing this." Edward cocked his head to the side. "And why not?" Irritation crept into his voice. Patrick shook his head again. "Dad, your getting to old for this, its time you sarted thinking about yourself and not the Union!" Edward smiled and laughed. "Are you kidding me? With modern medical science, I could live to be almost two hundred!" Patrick frowned slightly. "You never did those treatments dad, your need to think about yourself for once." Edward sighed and leaned against one of the rickity cubicles. "You're right Pat... but I have a duty to fullfill, us Dougan's are the Union's best tacticians, I can't just ignore what I've been doing for most of my life, or whats been going on. I'm a soldier Pat, so are you, we do what we have to, follow our orders, serve our nation, even if it means doing it to our dying breath." The words sliced through Patrick like a knife, hitting at the very core of his being. For a split second he doubted what he was about to let Avuora do. A single tear slid down his cheek. "I'm sorry dad."


OOC: Thats the signal mereshka, do your thing.

Avuora nodded sadly, and sympathy wrenching his very soul, he did one of the basic moves of his style, pulling the sword from the sheath, and slicing off the mans head at the same time. Avuora slid the katana back into the sheath with a dread finalty as the head rolled to the floor. Avuor stayed silent as he watched Patrick, waiting for a reaction.

Patrick stared at his fathers corpse mumbling incoherently. He took a half step forward before halting. "He drew his pistol and jammed the barley against his head, hand shaking violently. For a moment, it seemed like he would pull the trigger, before the gun clattered to the floor and he collapsed sobbing next to Edward's corpse.

Avuora made sure to check that the coast was clear, and turned off his stealth. He knelt by Patrick, and put his arm around his shoulder. "Hey,its okay, its okay. You did the right thing, it couldn't be avoided. Think of it like this. Because of your sacrifice, you can stop how many thousands from having to see their father dead at the hands of the governmenr? It will all be worth it at the end, when you see the smiling children in the streets, finally with a full belly, and somewhere to sleep. And they will all be thanking Patrick Dougle."

Patrick closed his eyes then stood up. "I... I guess your right. I tried to save him, tried to get him to turn away from this path, to finaly live life, but he wouldn't listen. I guess it was more his choice than mine that he died." He wiped away the tears that had clouded his vision, his voice changing to an icy cold pitch. "We need to leave, soldiers will wonder why orders have ceased transmitting, and when they do, we need to be as far as possible."

Avuora nodded. "Alright, lets get to the bar." He set his transporter, and pressed the button without waiting for an answer.

Lucky's bar

"Fer christ's saek, stop doing that!" Frank lowered his shotgun after coming extremly close to killing them, again. "I heard about what you did son, it took guts doing that to your own father, remind me to tell you about that one time." He activated the small holo projector on the desk, a news feed winked into life. "They've been broadcasting it all over the news for the past few hours, either you guys have a slow teleport, or it really took you that long to do the job. From what I've heard, the Union has officialy declared war on the rebellion, the reb's are calling themselves the Union remnant, and returned the decleration of war in turn. This is gonna be one long war."


OOC: That concludes the first RP thread, the second thread will deal with the war itself.

Avuora shrugged. "I took some time to comfort Patrick, trust me, ots not teleporter."

OOC: Yeah!! Wars!! Will there be another sign-up, since me and you are the only ones really participating?

OOC: Most likely, Most people signed up to late, so maybe they'll get into the second thread.

OCC:3 PAGES arer you kidding me?

William pulled around the corner at the usual line or poor folk, he noticed faces, and they noticed his. he pulled the police car over, leaving the cp in the back as his got out. He ran up to one of the bums, the poor man got his word out first " We....we thought they killed you.." William smiled and put his hand on the mans back " No comrade, they won't kill this fox just yet, tell me of your progress since my being gone." The man smiled " Your book...this World Manifesto, we have been teaching it in the alleys, secretly to avoid detection from the authorities." William Jefferson was glad his cause wasnt crushed on the spot, some of the poor were armed, they hid the weapons under garbage if they had to.

OOC: 3 pages? More like eight. Its a series, and this only described the rise of the rebellion.

watching from the a roof overseeing the run down bar, a lone figured dressed in black could only look on and weep. Sadly, he played a tune on his violin...one could tell from it's slow eerily sweet notes that it was a requiem; a requiem for a shattered dream

OOC: A bit of foreshadowing for my char if that's okay with everyone :D