Atruria
05-08-2008, 12:10
Port Horatio,
Isla Cruces
Thomas Lothar, King of Atruria, and a small core of his closest advisors, including Karl Wolpher, Commandant-General of the Royal Legion, and the Duke of Balfour, sat huddled around in a private chamber that the Governor of Isla Cruces had been so kind to afford them. For the past several years, this had been the base of operations of the monarchy-in-exile of Atruria.
Having always had an extremely close relationship with the High Kingdom of Atruria, to the point that it had become a de facto province of it, the island of Cruces had welcomed the King with open arms when he was forced into exile by the Federated Republicans. It had been the ideal location for the banished government to set up their operations too, being only miles away from the coast of the main Atrurian continent. Furthermore, the Governor of Cruces had turned a blind eye to the recruiting and forming of the King's own private military force, which had been very helpful to the Royal Legion's efforts.
The small group sat huddled along a couch, eyes focused in on the large, flat-screen television that lay across the room.
Channel Ten. Federal News Network. The mighty skyline of the Federal capital of Salisbury zoomed into view. Lothar recognized familiar skyscrapers and landmarks as the camera zoomed through the city. A newscaster spoke in the background, but Lothar was not listening, he concentrated on the images that now cluttered the screen.
Armies of protestors mobbed the colorful streets of this historic city, armed to the teeth with signs and outraged, howling voices. Mounted on picket sticks, Lothar saw, signs read slogans such as Rather One King Than 300 Tyrants! and Down with Corruption and Demagoguery, Long Live King Thomas. Brandishing these signs and others like them, the protestors marched through Federal Square and up to the Gates of Parliament, screeching chants and singing patriotic anthems.
" Long live Lothar, our King of Kings,
And may his glory make immortal our land.
For Lothar brought glory to Atruria
A hundredfold from where it once used to stand.
Though once beset by the foemen's rage,
Now it has peace in his keeping sure;
We of Atruria, rejoice in ev'ry age.
Oh, may God protect him both now and evermore.
Oh, Sun that shines on Atruria's banner,
Shed upon each nation rays strong and fair.
Those days keep in our recollection
When thy flashing sword brought peace everywhere.
We give our lives in thy shade benign,
And take the lives of each enemy.
We are the heirs of the Imperial line;
Oh, beloved land, ever wholly thine are we.
Of Right we've been and still are champions.
What is right is all we ever demand.
Through service to the King, we ever
From the enemy will guard this our land.
"Good Deeds" the first virtue of our call,
"Good Thoughts" the light our hearts and minds to guide,
And through "Good Speech" shining, one and all,
This is Atruria's fame that will echo far and wide. "
Just as the song was coming to a finish, a fleet of black, armor-plated buses pulled up to Federal Square. As the buses halted, hundreds of kevlar-suited officers of the Federal Police's Special Crowd Control filed out, one after the other, marching in unison.
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Just seconds before the SCC policemen reached the protestors, Lothar heard a noise, suspiciously similar to the sound of a gunshot, then the television screen blanked.
"Fuck," whispered Lothar, "what are they doing to them?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, 'Majesty," replied the Duke of Balfour, "but obviously it is not something especially pleasant. As if it were, we would still see what was going on."
"'Majesty," General Wolpher began, "If there was a time, it is now. We cannot allow our own people to be persecuted by the corrupt government that masquerades as some form of democracy any longer. I realize this would put us a bit ahead of schedule, but we cannot allow your loyal subjects to die in vain any longer."
"I would have to agree with General Wolpher's assessment, Your Majesty," noted Balfour
"Then it is decided, we will land on Hawke's Bay within the week." proclaimed Lothar.
Map
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Two Days Later
Port Horation,
Isla Cruces
The Royal Legion's camp was in total war preparation mode. Riflemen, tankers, and cavalrymen were engaged in full-on exercises. Pilots were taking test-flights and Quartermasters and hired Crucian civillians handed out ammunition, and restocked supplies. Engineers were refueling planes, tanks, and the few APCs that the Legion possessed. Officers convened in a meeting to discuss tactics and strategy in the re-taking of Atruria.
General Wolpher boomed to the officers under his command.
"As I have discussed previously, the Legion would be transported across Hawke's Inlet by the Crucian Coast Guard. From there, it has been determined, we will conduct an amphibious assault of Hawke's Bay. It is expected that few troops other than the city militia are stationed there. It should be a piece of cake."
"Sir," begun one of the officers, "Who will take point on the assault?"
"The 1st and 2nd Daemon Battalions will take lead, supplemented by 1 Air Assault.
Once we have taken Hawke's Bay, we will move on. We will march through Marlborough and Matwabeland, reconquering the two provinces. As you are aware, I'm sure, Inkathaland still regards His Majesty as their Paramount Chieftain, so we'll most likely see them fall in line nearly immediately. The Voorstadters, of couse, see themselves as independent and somehow removed from the situation. They will fall under us with a simple display of force.
we will regroup at the border of the Kronveldt, where we must expect to face the most serious resistance, in the form of guerrilla warfare from local soldieries, militias, and the Kronveldt Federal Police.
That is all we need to discuss for now. You are dismissed." General Wolpher nodded and the hundreds of officers before him saluted and broke formation, to travel to their respective units and prepare them for the battle at hand.
Isla Cruces
Thomas Lothar, King of Atruria, and a small core of his closest advisors, including Karl Wolpher, Commandant-General of the Royal Legion, and the Duke of Balfour, sat huddled around in a private chamber that the Governor of Isla Cruces had been so kind to afford them. For the past several years, this had been the base of operations of the monarchy-in-exile of Atruria.
Having always had an extremely close relationship with the High Kingdom of Atruria, to the point that it had become a de facto province of it, the island of Cruces had welcomed the King with open arms when he was forced into exile by the Federated Republicans. It had been the ideal location for the banished government to set up their operations too, being only miles away from the coast of the main Atrurian continent. Furthermore, the Governor of Cruces had turned a blind eye to the recruiting and forming of the King's own private military force, which had been very helpful to the Royal Legion's efforts.
The small group sat huddled along a couch, eyes focused in on the large, flat-screen television that lay across the room.
Channel Ten. Federal News Network. The mighty skyline of the Federal capital of Salisbury zoomed into view. Lothar recognized familiar skyscrapers and landmarks as the camera zoomed through the city. A newscaster spoke in the background, but Lothar was not listening, he concentrated on the images that now cluttered the screen.
Armies of protestors mobbed the colorful streets of this historic city, armed to the teeth with signs and outraged, howling voices. Mounted on picket sticks, Lothar saw, signs read slogans such as Rather One King Than 300 Tyrants! and Down with Corruption and Demagoguery, Long Live King Thomas. Brandishing these signs and others like them, the protestors marched through Federal Square and up to the Gates of Parliament, screeching chants and singing patriotic anthems.
" Long live Lothar, our King of Kings,
And may his glory make immortal our land.
For Lothar brought glory to Atruria
A hundredfold from where it once used to stand.
Though once beset by the foemen's rage,
Now it has peace in his keeping sure;
We of Atruria, rejoice in ev'ry age.
Oh, may God protect him both now and evermore.
Oh, Sun that shines on Atruria's banner,
Shed upon each nation rays strong and fair.
Those days keep in our recollection
When thy flashing sword brought peace everywhere.
We give our lives in thy shade benign,
And take the lives of each enemy.
We are the heirs of the Imperial line;
Oh, beloved land, ever wholly thine are we.
Of Right we've been and still are champions.
What is right is all we ever demand.
Through service to the King, we ever
From the enemy will guard this our land.
"Good Deeds" the first virtue of our call,
"Good Thoughts" the light our hearts and minds to guide,
And through "Good Speech" shining, one and all,
This is Atruria's fame that will echo far and wide. "
Just as the song was coming to a finish, a fleet of black, armor-plated buses pulled up to Federal Square. As the buses halted, hundreds of kevlar-suited officers of the Federal Police's Special Crowd Control filed out, one after the other, marching in unison.
http://www.thecuriousmonkey.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/riotpolice350.jpg
Just seconds before the SCC policemen reached the protestors, Lothar heard a noise, suspiciously similar to the sound of a gunshot, then the television screen blanked.
"Fuck," whispered Lothar, "what are they doing to them?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, 'Majesty," replied the Duke of Balfour, "but obviously it is not something especially pleasant. As if it were, we would still see what was going on."
"'Majesty," General Wolpher began, "If there was a time, it is now. We cannot allow our own people to be persecuted by the corrupt government that masquerades as some form of democracy any longer. I realize this would put us a bit ahead of schedule, but we cannot allow your loyal subjects to die in vain any longer."
"I would have to agree with General Wolpher's assessment, Your Majesty," noted Balfour
"Then it is decided, we will land on Hawke's Bay within the week." proclaimed Lothar.
Map
http://i336.photobucket.com/albums/n333/atruria/atruriamap-1.gif
Two Days Later
Port Horation,
Isla Cruces
The Royal Legion's camp was in total war preparation mode. Riflemen, tankers, and cavalrymen were engaged in full-on exercises. Pilots were taking test-flights and Quartermasters and hired Crucian civillians handed out ammunition, and restocked supplies. Engineers were refueling planes, tanks, and the few APCs that the Legion possessed. Officers convened in a meeting to discuss tactics and strategy in the re-taking of Atruria.
General Wolpher boomed to the officers under his command.
"As I have discussed previously, the Legion would be transported across Hawke's Inlet by the Crucian Coast Guard. From there, it has been determined, we will conduct an amphibious assault of Hawke's Bay. It is expected that few troops other than the city militia are stationed there. It should be a piece of cake."
"Sir," begun one of the officers, "Who will take point on the assault?"
"The 1st and 2nd Daemon Battalions will take lead, supplemented by 1 Air Assault.
Once we have taken Hawke's Bay, we will move on. We will march through Marlborough and Matwabeland, reconquering the two provinces. As you are aware, I'm sure, Inkathaland still regards His Majesty as their Paramount Chieftain, so we'll most likely see them fall in line nearly immediately. The Voorstadters, of couse, see themselves as independent and somehow removed from the situation. They will fall under us with a simple display of force.
we will regroup at the border of the Kronveldt, where we must expect to face the most serious resistance, in the form of guerrilla warfare from local soldieries, militias, and the Kronveldt Federal Police.
That is all we need to discuss for now. You are dismissed." General Wolpher nodded and the hundreds of officers before him saluted and broke formation, to travel to their respective units and prepare them for the battle at hand.