NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:

As a change from doing an RP, I've decided to write several stories about key events that have happened in the past. These are mainly events that haven't being RPed before but have made a mentioned in one or more of the RP's I've being part of. These include: Assassination of King Marcus Kingston (2 parts), Union Uprising (In 3 parts), High King Vamp Records (5 parts), Death of King Michael (3 parts), Assassination of King Ranakin and King Xiahou (3 parts), and Extinction of Imperial Fungi (3 parts).

Technology: MT into Early PMT with Fantasy (minor Technology). Fantasy Technology will be mainly focused on the speice's of the story and nothing to do with magic or any predictable fantasy stuff.

Throughout the Chronicles there will be a number of key officals, officers, commanders, civilians, Royal Family Members and civilians mentioned throughout the Chornicles. It will also mention a number of assassination's, war's and conflicts that have affected the Vamperial Kingdom.

Contents:

1) Assassination of King Marcus/Recongition Hour (completed)

Assassination of King Marcus/Recongition Hour, is basically focused around a major Royal Family Member, King Marcus Kingston and a famous military figure Rathma Phoenix. To give a basic background of the story, the Vamperial Kingdom has entered a stage of Reccesion with little hope of coming out alive until the Industrial Boom in Union which brings the Vamperial Kingdom out of Reccesion. Anyhow, the story is based around Rathma and King Marcus.

King Marcus is your power hungry bastard that doesn't give a crap about the people around him. This cause's a major stir with the Vamperial Order (similar to Paraliament) and major military figures because of that, a number of figures wish to assassinate Marcus. However, they have nobody to blame the attack on. The Second Pirate War had ended in Vamperial Victory, Imperial Fungi was allied to Lynion and they weren't involved with a major International Incident at the time. However, this only slows them down and they then turned their attention to the Imperial Guardians. The Imperial Guardians were the Royal Family's Bodyguards and in order to have a successful assassination attempt, they either needed the bodyguards to do it, or distract the bodyguards. Rathma Phoenix enters the story as he is a loyal bodyguard to the Royal Family since he swore an oath of loyality to King Vamp to protect Vamp's decendent's no matter what happened. However, he begins to question his loyality and is confused.

Enjoy the story (next post).

2) Chornicles of Vamp Kingston (5 parts)

Part 1 - Exile in 1942 (completed)

The Vamperial Kingdom in 1942 suffers a major invasion force sent by the Empire of Japan during the Second World War. The invasion would last around a week but the actual battle would be fought for a further 2 years until the Japanese lose South East Asia to the Allied Forces in 1944. It also brings the exile of his majesty King Vamp Kingston into exile as he puts his love relationship above his duties which results in nearly losing the palace. Because of this, he exiles himself to South Africa where he runs a plantation and attempts to muake a honest wage.

Part 2 - Vamp's PMC Death Bringers (in the making)

Vamp Kingston is in South Africa and its after WW2. Many Africans return from the war and heads to South Africa to find jobs. During this time, Vamp employs a number of Black Africans to help run his plantation. In the process, he changes his surename from Kingston to Edwards to avoid suspecion. During this time, he comes across a number of well trained soldiers who were forced to retire to allow the Whites to become the bulk of the military. Vamp then trains these soldiers to become a formable fighting force and eventually becomes a Private Military Cooperation (PMC) known as Death Bringers. They then become hired by the South African government to put down rebellions and keep supply lines open as South Africa returns to peace.

Part 3 - Return to Lynion (Thoughts have being written down)

Vamp's life is suddenly turned upside down in 1972 when the assassination of King Lanakan and Queen Esther (his twins) occurs back in Lynion Islands. The Vamperial Kingdom then starts to suffer blow after blow from the newly formed Pirate Alliance and times are looking dim. Vamp then forsakes his exile status and hires himself and the Death Bringers to hunt down not only the assassin's but must also wage a war with the newly formed Black Assassin League. Along the way, he faces the changing of the Vamperial Council, the change of the Imperial Guardians, find new friends and his oldest friend, Rathma Phoenix, coming face to face with him. This also brings and introduction of the New Vamperial Council and its leaders.

Part 4 - Rise to Power (Information being collected)

Vamp starts to work through the chain of command of the Vamperial Council before he becomes the Grand Vamperial Headmaster over the Vamperial Kingdom. He eventually finds himself in a stray of conflicts including the assassination of King Marcus (explains his side of the story), the crowning of Ranakin and Xiahou, the height of the Pirate War (includes the turn of the tide). The story also gives a brief overview of the Corruption of King Michael (Series will come out after Union Uprising. No spoliers will be given away).

Part 5 - Return of the King (Hasn't being started)

(Part 5 will be written after the Union Uprising and Corruption of King Michael)


3) Union Uprising (3 parts)

Part 1 - The Uprising Begins (Notes)

Part 2 - The Unification of Union (Notes)

Part 3 - The Downfall of Black Daniel's Dream (Notes)

NOTES:

You can't RP unless I invite you! This goes for you newbies! Unless you haven't read, this is a story thread about the Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion!

Also, questions can be asked about the stories being made.

Assassination of King Marcus/Recongition Hour

For many people, Rathma Phoenix was seen as the silent assassin that did the job without questioning his orders. He did it for the greater good of the Vamperial Kingdom and he had never questioned his loyalty to the Royal Family. To everyone, this will come as a shock. Rathma Phoenix actions changed the course of Lynion History and key official figures such as members of the Royal Family. At one point, he nearly broke his oath that he made in 1940 to King Vamp Kingston. However, because of his loyalty to the closet figure he had to a father, he would never directly break the oath.

The year was 1989 and the Vamperial Kingdom was lead by his majesty King Marcus Kingston or as some whispered: King Marcus the Pathetic. The title whispered amongst high military commanders including the a large majority of the Vamperial Kingdom, never referred to him in public while avoiding suspicion from the Loyal Bodyguards and from the Royal Family. This included Rathma Phoenix.

It started somewhere in the main streets of Glasgow Port City on Lynx Island, which was the capital island of the Vamperial Kingdom. Rathma had met with fellow brother-in-arms, Daniel Oliver or better known as Black Daniel, to have a quiet drink. The day was perfect as the spring breeze flowed through the port city. They walked down the busy street of Glasgow, found a quiet cafe, brought a few drinks and continued to walk through the city.

“I heard you had a child,” started Rathma as he quickly added: “I’m sorry you lost Melissa,”

“Melissa was sick when she gave birth to Johanna,” replied Daniel with his head hanging low. “She begged the doctor’s to save Johanna while she gave her life,” he added before bringing his head levelled.

“I’m sorry man,” Rathma offered as they changed the subject.

“Changing subject,” stated Daniel firmly as the pair started to have their drinks. “How long do you think Marcus will be in power?”

“I think until he retires or dies. Why do you ask?” questioned Rathma since he was part of the Imperial Guardians that protected the Royal Family.

“I dunno,” started Daniel as they pass through an intersection. “He hasn’t being doing much for Southern Union and his campaign to the north has gone wrong. We should be an economic powerful country but it feel’s we’re becoming a Third World nation,”

“He’s doing something,” stated Rathma firmly as they started to head towards the military installation.

“I know you swore a personal oath of loyalty to King Vamp in 1940,” replied Daniel softly while trying to avoid a fight with his friend and mentor. “But seriously man, Marcus is absorbing so much power and he’s giving little back to us. Rathma, please think for yourself for once. This isn’t just about a handful but it’s about the entire Vamperial Kingdom,” continued Daniel as they stopped outside the gates. “You’re not just a killing machine and I know there is a part of you that wants to question his right to rule...”

“I’ll give it some thought but I doubt I’ll change my mind,” stated Rathma firmly as he glared at Daniel.

“Just keep it in mind the next time you see a friend fall,” added Daniel as he headed back to work.

Part of Rathma felt his best friend just challenged his beliefs. The other half of him wanted to submit and admit that he should do something about Marcus. His heart sank deeply as he sat on the sidewalk and started to think about what was just said to him. Rathma eventually got onto his feet and started back to the Palace as his mind went through all the possibility that would happened if he took his friend’s advice.

‘No!’ Rathma thought to himself firmly as he made himself feel strong. ‘I swore the path to Vamp. Even though he’s gone, I will uphold that oath!’

“Hello,” said a familiar and friendly voice.

Rathma quickly glanced up just in time to see a man clad in a black uniform walking off down the alleyway before vanishing from his eyes. For a moment it looked like Vamp who had a similar uniform in 1942. That was the moment he wished he had Vamp to talk to about the current issue on his mind. Nevertheless, Rathma was going to stay strong for his master but yet, that thought still hanged in his mind. It was then he witnessed a resident was being thrown out of their shop and the shop being closed by the local police. The man thrown onto the ground had his family thrown right on top of him as the police ran sack the shop. Valuables were thrown out, greedy policemen fought over them and the building was looted of all its valuables.

“Officer!” shouted Rathma as he forced his way through the crowd already gathering around the incident as the family started to protest with the police. “What’s going on?” demanded Rathma.

“Wha...?” questioned the officer as he handed Rathma an alcoholic beverage. “This family hasn’t paid their protection fee so we have every right to remove their valuables,” explained the officer as he went through a number of valuables.

“Since when is there a protection racket going on?” demanded Rathma before being pushed aside by the officers. “Hey, I was talking to you! Don’t turn your back on me!” shouted Rathma.

“Well since you know nothing,” shouted the officer back as the four officers threw Rathma out the crowd. “Now piss off before we arrest you for disturbing the peace!”

Rathma felt powerless as he helplessly watched the family be thrown out as the police officers looted the shop before allowing the crowd to come in and take what they wanted. There was nothing more he could do as he walked off away from the scene. He ventured back to the military base to find his friend standing in front of it watching him walk down the side walk. Rathma didn’t want to admit Daniel was right but he didn’t want to turn a blind eye to what just happened to the civilian’s.

“So who else is keen to do this?” Rathma asked Daniel as more police officers arrived to control the nearly out of controlled crowd.

“I thought you’d come around,” replied Daniel as he watched a number of police officers put the crowd down. “You’ll be surprised who wants to do it,” he added as he showed Rathma into the military base.

Daniel signalled the men to open the gate quickly to avoid the crowd from entering the military installation. The military installation was the headquarters of the 12th Lynx Tiger Division that was designed to protect Lynx Island during times of war. They were also the training division for the 212th Militia Regiment which acted as the Guardians of Lynx Island. The Tiger Division was mainly constructed of infantry with a small number of armour units and gunship units. It also had a number of Hunter Companies and Assassin Platoons to help train officers and Counter-Terrorism Units on the island. Daniel and Rathma walked past a number of Lynx Battle Tanks and Lyran APC’s which were parked with the cannons pointed towards the sky. They marched past quietly a number of officers that saluted them which they saluted back. However, Rathma noticed something out of the corner of his eye when the mechanic’s changed their rounds, which made a group of officers start to sing and it made a few other rounds change.

‘Their warning system seems to be perfected,’ thought Rathma to himself as the pair entered one of the armour garages.

“Captain,” started one of the guards to the room. “We weren’t expecting a visitor,”

“He’s part of Project X-7,” explained Daniel as he stroked his chin a couple of times as the guard nodded in reply. “We’re expecting to get the project off the ground,”

“Good luck sir,” the guard wished to Daniel as he allowed Daniel and Rathma to enter an office room.

The pair went through an office room as they came towards another door that couldn’t be seen just by a first glance. Rathma watched Daniel come to a security camera and said something in another language he didn’t understand or knew about. The camera turned from side to side as the door behind them close and another door opened near them. Daniel opened the door and hurried Rathma into it as it close behind them, and the door they originally entered through came unlocked and opened again. The pair ventured down some staircases before coming into a large room where a number of guards stood to attention around the room. In the middle of the room was a round table with several key military figures he recognised. The guards were curious with Rathma as they scanned him a couple times over with metal detectors and removed two pistols, a number of magazines and a long sword. They were put to one side out of reach as he came face to face to a person identical to the man he saw earlier.

“Rathma, this is Vamp Edwards,” introduced Daniel as the man turned around and smiled at Rathma as they shook hands. “He’s the one that came up with the idea,”

‘No way,’ thought Rathma to himself as thoughts raced through his head. ‘He can’t be Vamp Kingston. There’s...there’s no way he could be him,’

“I’m also a contractor for a military force to be used if riots occur,” stated Vamp to Rathma as he avoided eye contact. “Nevertheless, the 12th Mechanised Infantry Division will be able to keep control of the island,”

“We won’t need a Private Military Force (PMF),” stated Mavax as Rathma glanced at him nervously.

“No...,” started Rathma as he pointed at Mavax. “...You and me... we shouldn’t be part of this...plot,” stated Rathma as he started to pace himself around the room. “We both swore an oath of loyalty to the Royal Family...”

“And we’re not mindless zombie’s that take orders from our master!” shouted Mavax back at Rathma as some of the guards made it noticeable they were readying themselves in case a fight broke out. “Nearly one fifth of the population in the Lynion Islands alone have lost jobs, their lively hoods, their family and some have even lost their lives when they spoke out against Marcus,” stated Mavax as he got off his chair and stood in front of Rathma.

“Then...then who will take control until Ranakin and Xiahou ready for the throne?” demanded Rathma. “Who is willing to take full responsibility of this damn assassination?”

“I will,” stated Vamp firmly as he looked around for anybody willing to challenge his leadership. “I was the one that brought all you guys together to do this plot. Sure it’s going to be hard on both our loyalty and the fact we might even break that oath but you know what? If we do this, we can bring in another monarch that can give back to the people. They can bring us out of recession!”

“So Vamp,” started Mavax as he looked at Jian across the table and then Vamp. “If we assassinate him, you’ll produce a capable leader?”

“I will give us a leader,” stated Vamp. “The Vamperial Order will run the Vamperial Kingdom until the prince’s ascend to the throne. We will take the kingdom out of the economic crisis and take into a new golden age,” continued Vamp as his words of inspiration started to rally the officers around him. “We’ll train the prince’s with leadership and they will bring a United Vamperial Kingdom together. The more we hold this off, the more the people will suffer. This is the perfect moment and we will do this. If anybody wants to back out they can and they won’t be seen as a coward,”

“Ok, we have the leader,” started Jian as he nodded to Vamp. “The only thing that needs to be discussed, who’s going to do it?” Jian asked as he looked around while Vamp started to say something before Rathma jumped into the discussion.

“I’ll do it,” stated Rathma as he halted the others from doing it. “I’ll find the perfect way to assassinate him and it’ll be carried out. I’ll give everyone a day’s warning before it happens so we can be ready to do the takeover,” concluded Rathma as he felt his heart sank a little as he took his first step to breaking that oath.

“I’ll need to discuss this with you Rathma,” started Mavax as he had a tentacle wrap around his left arm. “I can arrange the changing of the guards to make it easier for you,”

It was then that the assassination was to be carried out. For Rathma, it meant he was going to put his loyalty to breaking point as he started to plot the assassination against King Marcus. However, with the help of Mavax, who was the Commander of the Imperial Guardians, he was sure he could carry this without flaw. It also meant he wasn’t going to snipe King Marcus since bullets could be traced back to the gun and then back to him. For this assassination, he was going to have to journey with Mavax across the Vamperial Kingdom searching chemist for a poison. One thing he didn’t suspect was that the weapon he was going to use was found in Imperial Fungi. During the reign of King Marcus, Imperial Fungi was one of Lynion’s most loyal allies. Because of this, both species traded military tactics and hardware to become better fighters if an invasion force was ever sent in their direction. Mavax on the other hand was fulfilling part of his annual visit to his homeland even though he was a half breed.

Fugi’hulax, Capital City of Imperial Fungi
Somewhere in Downtown Fugi’hulax
Early in the Evening


Fugi’hulax was the capital city of Imperial Fungi with a large range of chemist and doctor’s on every road. Shops were vast and the trading hours usually extended into the later hours of the night with some even opening all day and night. For Rathma and Mavax, it meant looking for the special chemist was going to be difficult if it weren’t for the notice boards at the front of each chemist. The city was alive as youths travelled up and down the streets looking for friendly kind of amusement and with zero trouble with the police. There was no worry of robbery as a number of citizens of various species walked past the pair. Some were even interested in them.

“Lovely spot ain’t it?” questioned Mavax to Rathma as they pass by a store where it kept live fish for customers to eat. “Monitor’s, Hawks and Mutated Human Species live through these streets. Each not having to worry about crime,”

“Sounds like paradise,” replied Rathma as he eyed off a girl walking past them. “Where’s this chemist we’re meant to be going anyway?”

“Just here,” pointed Mavax as he pointed to a chemist store.

Mavax opened the door as the bell around above them to allow the owner to be warned of any customers. Behind the desk was a female Asian descendent store owner coming out behind the doors to keep an eye on the customers. Rathma looked at the store owner as he started to take interest into the drugs and pain killers that were for sale. Mavax on the other hand walked straight over to where his medication was and took a bottle into his hand. As Mavax started to pay the store owner, Rathma found a drug that gave him some interest. He pulled it off the shelf and started to read the contents before Mavax came over to him. The store owner relaxed herself thinking the pair was going to leave.

“Hey miss,” started Rathma as he showed the attendant the medication. “Can you explain to me why you only take a teaspoon of this stuff?” Rathma asked the woman as she took an interest in Rathma.

“You only take a small amount because it is a powerful drug that can cause death if you take too much of the drug,” explained the woman as her name badge read ‘Jin’. “I should also point out that, the box you have is empty and is a display stock. If you want it, I’ll need a note stating your condition to prove you need the drug,” she explained with an outstanding understanding of English.

“You serious?” whispered Rathma as he leaned over and whispered something into her ear. Mavax watched the change of expression on the owners face as she blush a little before turning around to hand Rathma the drug. “What do you think about that?” he whispered gently to her as Mavax had a changed of expression on his face.

“Take only a teaspoon every week for the next few months,” she explained as she handed him a bottle of the drug. “If you take too much, it’ll give you a massive, fatal and deathly heart attack which I hope you don’t do,”

“Thanks darling,” smiled Rathma as he took the drug and winked at her as he left with Mavax out the front door.

“What did you say to her to get the drug?” Mavax asked him as they continued down the street. “And why did you even buy that crap?”

“First, it’s a secret that I have and I don’t share it,” stated Rathma. “Secondary, this will answer our problem without even having to resort to violence. Let me explain,” continued Rathma as they started back to the airport.

“I’ll pour about half a cup full of this drug into Marcus soap tomorrow when he has his lunch or dinner. Because it’s promised it won’t have any taste, he won’t even know what has entered his meal,” explained Rathma. “We give it an hour at the most and then, well, he’ll fall fatal to a heart attack which is terrible. You know if you have a massive and fatal one, it’ll kill you on the spot? Gosh, it’s one of those things that can’t be cured these days,” smiled Rathma as Mavax laughed at the thought.

Lynion Islands
Glasgow, Capital City of the Vamperial Kingdom, Lynx Island
The Royal Palace
Around Midday, three days later


Rathma Phoenix entered the Royal Palace around 11:45pm Local Time. The day was rather cool and the cook had decided to serve King Marcus his favourite soap. It was a chicken and vegetable soap with a hint of salt and 1932 Lynx Red Wine serving as his drink with a quarter of a loaf of bread. This presented Rathma with a window that he was gladly going to take. He glanced around as he passes by several Imperial Guardians stationed along the hallway keeping an eye out for any trouble makers and there was reason to do so. Earlier that day, it was announced Marcus was going to construct a Helm for his private use, which meant he was going to take a number of young girls and use them for his pleasure and the pleasure of his visitors. The public on the other hand didn’t take it so likely and staged a number of mass protests with factories and businesses closing for the day. Police was out in force but there was a number of rumours that riot’s had broken out.

“Pitiful and ungrateful citizen’s don’t you think Rathma?” Marcus asked Rathma as Rathma relieved one of the guards.

“On what subject sir?” Rathma asked King Marcus as he walked towards the kitchen to fetch Marcus dinner.

“Didn’t you hear? They’re protesting about taxes,” stated Marcus as he sat on his throne which struggled to hold his obesity body. “We do so much for them and they don’t give us a chance to breath,” Marcus continued as the changing of the guards started while Rathma slipped the drug from a vial into Marcus soup. “If it was like when dad was around, I would have them shot on the spot. Then again, I don’t even know why he married his sister. Give us a weak line don’t you think?”

“I’m not sure about that. I’ve never being a leader before,” replied Rathma as he started to take the food over to King Marcus.

“That’s why they have people like me in charge,” laughed Marcus as he teased Rathma about his position. “You do your orders and I give them orders,” he added as Rathma placed the tray of food onto the table and handed Marcus the soup spoon before stepping back. “Ahh...chicken and vegetable soup. I just love it on a cold day,” smiled Marcus as Rathma simply smiled back.

‘Drink up fatty,’ thought Rathma to himself as he took up position close to Marcus. ‘Every drop you take brings you closer to your death,’

King Marcus finished his soup as he sat back and drank the fine wine. While he drank heavily, he started to feel his heart start to slow down with every passing moment. He started to feel his blood slowly come to a stop before splattering the wine out of his mouth as he struggled to breathe. The throne collapsed under as he fell onto the ground with Rathma at his side. Rathma watched without saying a word before he called for the others. Marcus rolled onto his back as he gasped for air one last time and died on the floor with a ruined throne behind him.

‘Knew it would work,’ thought Rathma to himself as he help coordinate the medic’s and the Imperial Guardians. ‘I’ve got Jin to thank for this,’ he smiled as he remember his promise to her as he made a phone call on his PDA after he slipped into a private room.

“Marcus is dead,” whispered Rathma as he searched for something. “He died from a heart attack. Terrible thing to happen to him,”

“Yeah?” replied Daniel’s voice. “Well while you were enjoying yourself, we lost the Outer Suburb’s of Glasgow to the Rioter’s. I’m to hate to admit this, but we’ll need Vamp’s Military Force to help us out,”

“Give him a ring and I’m sure he’ll help you,” replied Rathma as he went back to his job without causing suspicion amongst the others.

Lynion Islands
Glasgow, Capital City of the Vamperial Kingdom, Lynx Island
Glasgow City
1443 Hours
2 hours since Marcus Death


“Sir, the police are requesting reinforcements,” shouted a runner as an APC exploded in front of the base.

“Damnit!” shouted Daniel as he ordered the men to barricade the entrance. “We have no reinforcements for them at the moment. Deploy the 212th Militia Regiment to reinforce us; we’ll need all forces to put down the riot,” he added to the operator as he tapped into his mobile phone for Vamp’s number.

“What are we to do about prisoners?” the operator asked.

“No prisoners are to be taken in until the riot is put down,” ordered Daniel as he started to get a clear line through to Vamp. “Vamp? Yeah...I know and we’ve being having problems...can you deploy your forces into Glasgow...no prisoners are to be taken until the riot is put down...yeah...I’ll wait for you...the rioter’s are closing in on us. The Police Force are scattered across Glasgow and can’t re-group. I need you to deploy west just near us so we can repel the riot...Vamp? Vamp!!” shouted Daniel as he suddenly lost the connection between him and Vamp.

“Sir, our com-tower has crashed on us,” reported in the runner.

“Damnit,” muttered Daniel.

“Sir, the mob just raided the armour on the corner of North Street and Hay Street,” reported in a runner as the sound of gunfire suddenly sounded very close. “Pull the division back to the base. We’re going to hold the line until Vamp or Rathma arrives with the reinforcements,” ordered Daniel as he took a XM8 Assault rifle, few clips and headed towards the gate.

Lynion Islands
Glasgow, Capital City of the Vamperial Kingdom, Lynx Island
Glasgow Naval Dockyard
1500 Hours


“Vamp, we just lost all connections to the base,” briefed an African Military Officer dressed in Urban Camouflage uniform a red beret.

“The military would’ve started to jam the signals to avoid the mob from giving off any signals,” suggested Vamp as he turned around to face a well trained military force of Black Africans. “We have orders to link up with the Lynx Tiger Division stationed in Glasgow. We’ll then carve a path through the city, link up with the 212th Militia and rally the scattered Police Forces while at the same time, putting down any rioter’s we come across. This means no prisoners are to be taken,”

“What kind of mob are we expecting to meet?” asked one of the privates.

“We have reports a number of police stations and armouries have being raided with the guards murdered on sight,” answered Vamp as he was pleased that his men were asking questions. “I’ll also state that the bulk of the rioter’s have had at least 2 maybe 3 years military service. This means they know how to handle weapons so don’t underestimate them,” added Vamp.

“You can count on us to do the job Vamp,” smiled Major Kudizi as he turned to the men. “Mount up on the jeeps, have lots of space between each one and good luck with the operation,”

There was something about the Africans that Vamp favoured from the Lynion Natives. He wasn’t sure that they were committed to the fight or the fact the bulk of them didn’t have families to return too before Vamp returned to Lynion. Kudizi for example was one of the police officers from his native country in Africa before the Whites took over and removed him from office. Kudizi came to Vamp looking for a job on the plantation and turned out to be Vamp’s right hand man shortly after some training. This gave Vamp an excellent commander and from there, he created his own private militia force that was a match for most armies.

When Vamp’s Militia (VM) entered Glasgow City, they were greeted with a city in flames and chaos; rioter’s had a firm control of the streets with many heading towards the military base to finish off the only force able to resist them before heading to the Palace to murder the Royal Family. This gave Vamp a chance to come back to power but he refused to give into the temptation and ignored the little voice in his head. The moment they ventured further into the city, they came across refugee’s attempting to flee the chaos. Even though Vamp felt powerless, he ordered them to head to the Naval Dockyard for safety. That was the general rule they had when they came across the refugees but when it came to the rioters...it was a different story. Since Vamp had to act on the orders he was given, he ordered his militia to open fire onto the rioters. It wasn’t the most popular way he had but he had little choice. The militia ventured through the streets cleaning them up street by street. They rallied scattered police forces and headed towards the Lynx Tiger Division HQ which was the point of interest for them. The militia eventually put down the mob outside the military base before heading towards the Palace. For Vamp’s Militia, the 212th Militia Regiment, the Lynx Tiger Division and the Imperial Guardian Regiment, it took them nearly two weeks to put down the rioter’s. Within those two weeks, it was telecast that King Marcus died from a heart attack before the riots happened which gave the rioters an excuse to ran sack Glasgow. It was estimated that at least 20,000 civilians, 3,000 Police Forces and 2,000 military personal were killed during the riots.

After Glasgow was secured, the rioters put down and the city cleaned up, the Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion changed from a monarchy to a military government with Vamp as the Grand Vamperial Headmaster of the Vamperial Order and the Vamperial Kingdom for the next 2 years before they changed power back to King Ranakin and King Xiahou. Vamp would have to wait around 26 years before he came back to power.

Chronicles of Vamp Kingston

Part 1: Exile


Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion
Lynion Islands, Lynx Island, Royal Gardens
January 12th, 1940
1023 Hours

His majesty King Vamperial ‘Vamp’ Kingston quietly walked through the lush garden of the palace as he watched a flight of Hunter Fighter Planes (similar to the American Corsair) darted across the skies while training. He stopped and adjusted his slouch hat to see a squadron of Dingo Jet Fighters darted in between the Hunters. This made him felt pleased that the project was a massive success. However, that wasn’t the only thought on his mind. Just last week he received he was given two telegrams; both were requesting Lynion to join their side of the war. The Allies (Britain, France and the Commonwealth Countries) were begging the Vamperial Kingdom to side with them. The Axis on the other hand tried a different way. Vamp’s wife, Esther, studied in Austria at one of the major universities and had befriended Adolf Hitler before heading back to Lynion. Hitler had used that relationship to convince the Vamperial Kingdom to side with the Axis Forces. However, since it was given to Vamp, it wasn’t taken in so nicely that Hitler had prayed for. Maybe he didn’t know Esther was married or something else but Vamp felt his veins fuel with jealousy as he crunched up the Axis Telegram and threw it away. It was then he heard a soft crunch in the garden that made him stand up. He then heard the crack of a rifle go off as an assassin fell from a tree with a perfect round to the head.

‘Assassins,’ thought Vamp to himself as he drew out his long sword to protect himself while slowly walking backwards.

He causally looked about before feeling strong arms suddenly grab him from behind and hold him tightly. The bushes suddenly came alive as another assassin appeared and charged directly towards Vamp with a rifle and an attached bayonet. It seemed to be the end for him hadn’t it being for the quick thinking of his Guardian Angel. The assassin had his head smashed by a bullet as he fell to the ground while causing the grip around Vamp to become loosen. Vamp took the moment presented before him and used his sword to stab the person holding him multiply times. Blood splattered across the bushes and nearby trees as Vamp flung the assassin over his back. The assassin then falls onto his back on the ground before he witnessed the stabbing of Vamp’s sword through his neck.

‘How many are there?’ thought Vamp to himself as he watched the remaining injured assassin’s fleeing the scene. ‘Guess they weren’t so tough after all,’

Vamp calmly placed his sword into his belt as he relaxed his guard. It was then he noticed a teenager no younger than 18 raise a bolt action rifle to his eye and pointed it towards Vamp. Vamp felt embarrassed that his life was about to end by a teenager who should be in university. This made his stomach turn as he closed his eyes as the crack of the rifle echoed. Vamp opened his eyes and found the boy’s rifle smoking and him reloading it. He gave a sigh of relief before a body fell next to him.

“That was close,” started Vamp as he knelt down to check the assassin.

“Yeah you can say that sir,” replied Vamp’s saviour as he was careful about Vamp.

“So I’m taking you did a few years in the military?” Vamp asked him as he was curious where he got his military training from.

“Huh?” replied the man. “Oh, I used to hunt a lot. I didn’t grew up with parents so I lived it rough for awhile,”

“But your English is very good,” offered Vamp wondering if he could catch the man out in a lie.

“My English? I used to read a lot of books sir,” replied the man

“Name, age and rank,” demanded Vamp as he heard a number of Imperial Guardians arrive at the scene.

“Err...Rathma Phoenix, 22 years old and I’m not in the military,” explained the man. “My memory starts at the age of 13 but I can’t remember much,”

“Mavax,” shouted Vamp as he turned to face the Imperial Guardians as they started to hunt down the last of the assassins. “Inform the Vamperial Order we just declared war on the Axis Powers and prepare to mobilise the military for war,” briefed Vamp as several Imperial Guardians kept a close eye on Rathma. “Mavax,” called out Vamp.

“What can I do for you sir?” Mavax asked. Mavax stood 6 foot 3, wore a woodland camouflage uniform and was a half breed of a werewolf and Fungi. His entire left torso and left arm were tentacles and a green slime while the rest of his body was a natural werewolf look.

“Take Rathma Phoenix and fix him up with something to eat and drink,” started Vamp as Rathma was surprised by the amount of kindness shown to him. “Also, he’s a capable hunter, tracker and sharpshooter. See if you can find a suitable position for him in the Imperial Guardians,”

“Sir?” questioned Mavax. “Should I also do a background check?”

“Yes,” replied Vamp with a smile as Mavax had always remembered to do background checks. “(I need the report in by 2 weeks at the most. I want everything done including family checks),” briefed Vamp in the native language.

“Tai, Mac, take Rathma and see to it the kitchen gives him something,” ordered Mavax. “Rest of you, track down the assassins and if require, close the island until they’re found,”

Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion
Lynion Islands, Lynx Island, Royal Palace
October 22nd, 1942
0823 Hours

“I don’t believe it,” started Vamp as he sat down with Eliza as the twins, Lanakan and Esther, played around them. “The Americans lost the bulk of their Pacific Fleet at Pearl Harbour, the Japanese are on the Australian door step and Winston Churchill wants us to commit to Europe. Can’t he see that we need them home?” concluded Vamp as he was enraged. He was about to go off further as General Liu arrived in the Palace Chambers.

“Sir, we just pulled back the Indian Fleet and we’re withdrawing our armies from the Middle East back home,” reported in General Liu. “However, we just got two reports. First report is a hurricane is brewing off the coast of Eastern Asia and is heading straight towards us. It’ll hit us by nightfall,”

“The second report?” Vamp asked Liu as Eliza started to squeeze his hand.

“It just gets worse sire,” started Liu. “The Japanese just dispatch an armada and an invasion force heading directly towards us. The Australians can’t send anything, the Americans are busy in the Philippines and the British can barely hold their line in South West Asia. We’re on our own this time,” concluded Liu as his morale was already going down.

“We don’t need them,” replied Vamp as military tactics came to his mind. “We’ll draw the Jap’s into the northern part of Lynion so we can use the heavier anti-shipping guns. Deploy the jet fighters, have the militia form and the military is to be entrenched. Have the navy prepare to out-flank the Japanese,”

“I’ll summon the generals to the war room sire,” offered Liu as he hurried off.


Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion
Lynion Islands, Lynx Island, Royal Palace War room
October 22nd, 1942
1343 Hours

“There’s no point in holding it back,” started Vamp. “The Japanese just launched an armada and an invasion force intended to invade Lynion. There’s also a hurricane being developed off the coast of Eastern Asia which is headed in our direction. We’ll use Mother Nature to our advantage to defend ourselves and drive the invaders off. Our navy will draw them onto our Western Line and stall them. We’ll have to pin them down by using a combination of submarines, the navy, the fighter jets and artillery batteries,” briefed Vamp as he looked around at his generals. “We’ll pin them down and the hurricane will finish off the Japanese,”

“Sir,” asked one of the commanders as he came forward. “What would happen if the hurricane doesn’t come?”

“Then we’ll close the box around them and finish them off,” answered Vamp quickly as no-one else had any questions to ask. “The Jap’s will be here within five hours. The hurricane should come within an hour maybe two at the most,”

Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion
Lynion Islands, Lynx Island, Royal Palace War Room
October 22nd, 1942
1806 Hours

“Situation report,” shouted Vamp as he watched the positions of the Japanese close in on the chosen position.

“Enemy formations are closing in hard on us, the navy and the air force have already pounced on them and the anti-shipping batteries have opened fire,” reported in an operator.

“What’s the situation on the hurricane?” Vamp asked as he started to pray for hope.

“It altered course and coming down towards us but...it’s going to miss the Japanese,” answered the operator as Vamp started to stress.

“Damnit,” muttered Vamp as he looked at the formations of the military. “Begin the Box formation. Have the army and the militia go Red Alert and prepare for invasion. I need to take a breather for a moment,” concluded Vamp as he went into the hallways.

Vamp wandered through the hallways looking for his wife as Lanakan and Esther were taken into the bunker under the palace. He passed by a number of Imperial Guardian’s and Lynion Assassin’s prepare for the defence of the Palace. This was going to be needed as the sight of Japanese heavy bombers and transport planes could be seen in the distance. Windows were criss-crossed with tape to avoid the glass shattering into thousands of pieces. It was then he started to wander where Rathma got to since he couldn’t find either of them. This caused his mind to become paranoid as strange thoughts swept across his mind. He put them aside as he came to his chambers. The door was slightly opened and he saw Rathma coming out of the chambers.

“Rathma,” glared Vamp as Rathma suddenly felt he was in trouble. “What exactly were you doing in there?”

“Her Highness Esther Kingston requested help for something sire,” replied Rathma honestly as Vamp stormed into the room. He found Eliza standing in a robe as she caught the attention of Vamp.

“What’s going on?” Vamp asked calmly but his anger could be hinted in his words.

“I asked him to help pull down a suitcase for me,” replied Eliza. “I’m packing in case we have to evacuate...” she added quickly as Vamp noticed how the suitcase was empty, light and in reach of her arms.

“It was nearly perfect if the others weren’t occupied,” pointed out Vamp as the other holders were filled with either clothes or suitcases.

“Vamp...it isn’t what it looks like...” expressed Eliza as a tear came down her cheek.

“Really?” replied Vamp. “I don’t know what to think darling,” he continued.

“I know the Japanese are coming,” whispered Eliza as she squeezed his hand gently. “You’re our best commander and leader the Vamperial Kingdom has ever had. Our people need you darling and I need to be protected by the Jap’s,” she added as she handed him a report. “It’s about the women in China and across South East Asia, they are raped by the Japanese over and over before being buried alive. Please Vamp...” begged Eliza. “...One last time...go help the military and let me flee if I must with the children,”

“I’m sorry,” whispered Vamp as he cupped her head with his hands and gently kissed her for a moment. “I’ll see you once it’s over,”

“The Japanese have broken through,” shouted somebody as the Imperial Guardians and the Lynion Assassins suddenly rushed to their positions.

“Incoming!”

That was the last thing Vamp heard as he was thrown across the room with Eliza as a shell just exploded into the side of the palace. The room was quiet as the dust settled shortly after the Japanese Para-troopers stormed the palace from all sides. They climbed into the broken hole but were shortly halted as Rathma appeared and started to cut them down with only a long sword and a pistol. The battle started as hundreds of Japanese started to overwhelm the Imperial Guardians.

“All forces, we got enemy forces closing in on all sides,” started a voice over the PA system. “The monarch are to evac and all forces are to hold the lines until they’re evaced,” it concluded as Rathma threw Vamp a pistol.

“Come on boys,” teased Rathma as he suddenly overwhelmed the Japanese using brute force. “Drive them into the sea and give them a taste of shark meat,”

Vamp quickly took the pistol and his long sword as he escorted Eliza through the chaotic palace as the Imperial Guardians fought a desperate fight against the Japanese. The pair raced through the hallways as Vamp rallied several groups together to form a more fighting force. They raced past the dying and the wounded as the Japanese were slowly being pushed back. The militia had arrived and halted further reinforcements into the palace. The 145th Ranger Battalion (Regular Fighting Unit in the Military) joined in with the fight as they started to gain a grip onto the Japanese. The pair eventually climbed into the bunker to find the children closely guarded by several Fungi Werewolves who looked like they could crush a skull with their bare hands.

“My twins,” wailed Eliza as they came into her arms. “Thank God your safe,”

“What’s going on mamma?” asked Esther as she started to cry into Eliza arms.

“Get them evacuated,” ordered Vamp as he went back upstairs to help with the fight.

It was that moment that the salvation of the Vamperial Kingdom came. Vamp sliced a Japanese soldier and pushed him over the edge as he watched the winds picked up, the rain pounded and the formation of a hurricane appeared. A hurricane storm broke across Lynion Islands as it short up morale amongst the Lynion Defenders. For a moment, the force of Mother Nature was on their side.

“Sire, reports indicate that the Japanese Forces have started to retreat with the bulk of their armada sunk or badly damaged,” smiled a runner as he shot a Japanese soldier in its path.

The Battle for Lynion would continue for a further two years as the Japanese continued to bomb Lynion but with little success. However, for Vamp it meant exile. He put his relationship first before the kingdom which nearly cost him the palace if it weren’t for Rathma’s leadership skills with the Imperial Guardians. Vamp went into exile and sailed to South Africa with a small fortune and what funds he had in a Swiss Bank Account. Vamp was listed as Missing in Action and presumed dead since he was never found. For Eliza, it was heart breaking for her to see her husband leave for South Africa. She would never re-marry again or find another lover. Her relationship with Rathma was always based on friendship but that bond wasn’t enough to save her. On June 9th 1945, she was assassinated by Japanese Assassin’s shortly before the war ended in August 1945. It was a high cost for the Vamperial Kingdom. However, Lanakan and Esther would later grow up, become the new monarchs and eventually married each other. It was unknown how they fell in love but it did work out for them.

Vamp went into South Africa and started a plantation with cotton as his main supply and cattle as his second source of income. For about 3 years, he would live in peace until he met several Africans that served in the war and came looking for jobs at his plantation. From there, he created a successful Private Military Cooperation (PMC) known as the Death Bringers. They would become the most successful PMC in Africa.

Chronicles of Vamp Kingston

Part 2: Vamp's PMC Death Bringers


Plantation somewhere in Zimbabwe
September 13th 1950
Early in the morning


It had being 8 years since Vamp was exiled from Lynion. Before he left, he was able to transfer around 10 million USD’s from his account in Lynion to a Swiss Bank Account. He placed it under the name of Vamp Edwards to avoid any suspicion with his surname and it would also give him a weight of stress off his plate. Vamp then brought a plantation that produced mainly cotton and livestock farming as a secondary source of income. For Vamp, this could be the life he was looking for until he started to employ several Native Black Africans. He also looked into their background and noticed nearly all of them had military experience whether it was in the military or as rebels who decided they try a peaceful life style. That was until he met Kudizi. Kudizi was a Special Forces who fought in North Africa during the Second World War. He had a wide range of expertise but leadership and gunmanship were the skills that caught Vamp’s eye.

Vamp was wandering the plantation as he watched the Africans start to bring the cattle out into the fields. On the other side of the farm, the cotton fields were being harvest and the nearby roads had a number of White Africans pass by the property. It was odd seeing them go past the farm as they turned the other way to the workers in Vamp’s fields. Vamp’s attention was being asked for as a white farmer walked towards the house. He stood up in a pair of shorts, a shirt and his slouch hat as he walked out to greet the group. Without noticing it, Vamp had his long sword attached to his belt.

“Hello,” greeted Vamp as the group appeared to be White Africans. “If you’re looking for work, I can’t offer any since my workers are doing an excellent job,” smiled Vamp as he scanned the fields at his workers.

“I’m sure you can find me some work,” started the farmer as a handful of Vamp’s workers listened into the conversation. “I can work the fields; bring in the cattle, anything you can think of,”

“Listen, I have enough workers as it is working the farm and I don’t need anymore,” replied Vamp firmly as he sent a cold shiver down the White African’s spine. ‘European decent because of his accent,’ he thought to himself. “I know the pay...”

“Pay?” questioned the White man as he glared at Vamp. “You pay these n****r’s to do your work? Got any idea how low your source of income will be? The Blacks can’t even be trusted. Just the other day, I heard a Black man robbed an old person’s home...”

“What’s your name?” demanded Vamp as he glared into the man’s eyes.

“Err...Steve sir...” replied the man nervously.

“If there are a few things I’ve being taught in my years, never believe the Chinese Whispers,” stated Vamp firmly. “Because you Steve, you listen to gossip. Gossip that easily be changed unless you heard from its source,” continued Vamp as one of the workers listened into the conversation. “My workers are capable workers that I can trust. Personally I don’t give a damn about your thoughts about how I should run my farm. I strongly suggest you piss off before I personally gut you,” threatened Vamp as the man was driven by fear as he raced off down the path and onto the roads without looking back.

It was then that another Black African was coming up the driveway that seemed to be looking for work. Vamp watched Steve run for his life as he started to have an idea that came to his mind. If there was one thing he didn’t have, it was a butcher. Butchers weren’t on the list of workers at the farm and he would need at least one if he was to trust the value of the meat at the market.

“Good day sir,” started the Black African as he removed his straw hat and placed it against his chest. “I was hoping there would be a job I could do. I don’t mind what it is sir,” offered the man.

The newly arrived African was well built, around 6 foot 2 and had obvious signs he was in the army at one stage of his life due to the signs of scars across his face and arms. Vamp started to think for a moment as the African near him wandered what was going to happen.

“What’s your name?” Vamp asked him as the African placed his hat on his head.

“My name is Kudizi sir,” replied the African. “I used to serve in the Special Forces of South Africa during the Second World War,”

“Can you butcher?” questioned Vamp.

“Yes sir,” replied Kudizi as he stood tall.

“Right you’re hired,” stated Vamp. “You get payed monthly so it’s easier for me to keep track of payment to the workers. Hmm...As your first job, I need you to butcher one of the calves so we can eat it tonight. It shouldn’t take you too long. Hey Marcus!” shouted Vamp as he got the attention of the nearby worker. Marcus was a harvester and used to harvest corps and cotton before he came onto Vamp’s farm. He was thin but yet athletic as he approached the pair.

“Yes sir,” smiled Marcus as Vamp smiled back.

“Take Kudizi up to the cattle area, see to it he gets a calf for tonight and inform the boys we’ll be eating Roast Beef tonight. Also, stop calling me sir, you can call me Vamp,” briefed Vamp.

“Of course sir...I mean Vamp,” replied Marcus. “I’m sure the boys will be happy of your kindness,”

Vamp watched the pair head towards the cattle paddocks as he turned to survey the land. He was quite please with himself as he was thankful he picked an entire work force of Native Black Africans. For him, it meant having a capable and dependable work force. For that, he rewarded them from time to time but tonight was going to change his life on his military career. The thought of several of the workers had served in some kind of military force in the past really got him thinking about another source of income. A Private Military Force (PMF) that would hire themselves out to private companies and governments. Maybe it could be worth the efforts.

When morning came, the workers were out early in the fields as everyone had enjoyed the feast Vamp provided them with the night before. Vamp had come out towards the cattle station where he could clearly see a number of the workers had gathered around something. He wasn’t sure what was going on so he quickened the pace. One of the workers turned around and pointed at Vamp before a number of them started to get worried.

“What are we going to do?” muttered one of them as Vamp jumped the fence and walked through the circle. “Sir we found it this morning...”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” stated Vamp as he knelt down over the dead cow. “How many were stolen?”

“About forty, mister,” answered one of the workers as Vamp got up.

“I’ll head into town and see if anything has turned up,” stated Vamp as he jumped the fence again. “In the mean time, see to it that the rest of the herd is checked out. Also see if any tracks were left behind. Kudizi, come with me, I’ve got something I’ll need help with,”

The pair headed back towards the house as Vamp opened the garage and looked into the dark garage for a moment. He took some keys off a rack and Kudizi climbed into the jeep as Vamp bought it to life and started to drive. Vamp quickly got out and closed the garage door behind them before he headed down the driveway and headed into town.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” started Kudizi in a thick African accent. “Why are we heading into town and why did you ask me to come along sir?” he asked curiously.

“First of all I’m going to find us a lead and then I know a friend that can help us get our cattle back,” explained Vamp as he answered the first question. “Second, you served in the Special Forces during the Second World War?” he asked as Kudizi nodded in reply. “I’ll need extra hands and a second opinion about the rifles,”

“Rifles sir?” asked a confused Kudizi.

“I don’t think the bastards are going to hand them over voluntarily,” answered Vamp. “If they don’t... then they’ll need some convincing,” he added as Kudizi smiled at him.

“I think we’re going to get along just fine sir,” smiled Kudizi.

The trip wasn’t long but it was hot in the morning sun and the flies were hanging about as they entered the nearby Town of Muck. Several of the White Coloured people were sitting on their veranda’s watching the pair drive the jeep to a stop close to a General’s Store. Vamp parked the jeep before he climbed out alongside Kudizi. Vamp looked around curiously as the store owner came out and appeared to be annoyed a Black African was standing next to his store.

“I don’t want any coloured people around my store,” stated the owner firmly as Vamp glared at him.

“Kudizi, have a look around the place for awhile,” ordered Vamp as he was sure he found a gossiper. Kudizi obediently started to wander around the store as Vamp turned to the store owner.

“I suppose you’re after some torches,” presumed the owner. “Well we are sold out since yesterday,” he continued as he headed inside with Vamp following close behind him. “Farmer Tyler brought them all and a few rifles. Said he was gonna give hell to a farmer that refused his man,”

‘That’s me,’ thought Vamp to himself. “Damn,” he muttered as he played along. “I was praying I could get some torches so my workers can work into the night. Can you tell me where Farmer Tyler is? I Might be able to buy a few off him,”

“Farmer Tyler?” replied the owner as he chewed on a piece of wheat stalk in the left corner of his mouth. “He lives on Hydra Hill. Rumours has it, he got lucky and found forty cows just wandering the hills,”

“Thanks Joe,” shouted back Vamp as he headed out the store.

“You take care now,” shouted out Joe as he watched Vamp leave. “Strange fella,” he muttered to himself.

“Alright,” started Vamp as he walked with Kudizi in the opposite direction of the jeep. “We got a lead on a Farmer Tyler who lives on Hydra Hill or around there. He also has my forty cows and now, we’re going to take it off him,”

Kudizi looked up and smiled for a moment as he started it think like Vamp for a moment. On the first day he was there, he noticed how strict Vamp can be when the workers were slacking off and now, he could tell he was enraged. Then again, who wouldn’t be?

“So what do you intend to do boss?” Kudizi asked Vamp as the pair headed towards one of the local pubs.

“I thought we’ll burn Tyler’s farm down and take off with my cows,” answered Vamp with a smile.

“Your serious boss?” asked Kudizi as Vamp suddenly stopped next to him and looked him into the eye.

“I served in the regulars with the British Empire during the First World War from 1914 to 1918. I was stationed in France and was folded into an Australian Unit around 1916. I then became captain and scored a handful of victories against the Germans with a high killing rate. When World War 2 broke out, I served in South East Asia most of the war,” started Vamp. “One thing I always learnt, you want to have people taking you seriously, you gotta take them seriously,” he added as he noticed how Kudizi was surprised to see how much combat experienced Vamp had. “Now, stay out here while I make a deal,”

Vamp didn’t need to hear a reply as he entered the pub and glanced around before heading to the barman for a drink. He ordered a lager (English Beer) and quietly walked around before finding the person he wanted to talk to. It wasn’t hard finding him since Tuesday’s meant pub day. The man in his early thirties and had served in North Africa during the Second World War. Shortly after the war, he managed to find stashes of German Arms and started to sell them on the Black Market for a quick buck.

“I heard Tyler got lucky and found 40 cows,” started the man sipping his ale as he looked at Vamp. “There’s no way you could find in the wastelands by luck do ya?” he asked as Vamp shock his head gently. “Then you appear out of no-where and it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together does it now?”

“Then you’ll know I’ll need something to convince the bastard,” replied Vamp with a grin as he sipped his drink.

“Convincing?” quizzed the man. “Why, I heard you got a number of ex-soldiers and ex-Special Forces working in your farm. Now that can’t be by luck. Why don’t you become mercenaries instead?” he asked.

“Ahh...” started Vamp as he waited for one of the men to pass by them before continuing. “I haven’t got the weapons to start it up and I need a supplier for that,”

“Well,” whispered the man. “I can help you get the supplies you need. Besides, everyone knows Tyler is a coward the moment a larger force comes near him. That bloke is running scared and he wants to make everyone think he ain’t,” whispered the man. “I tell you what, I’ll run up one of the trucks with plenty of supplies you need. I’ve got mainly rifles and the odd MP40 as well as a few sniper rifles but nothing fancy,” he offered as Vamp sat back and drank more of his lager. “Just have the money ready by tomorrow afternoon so I can get it over and down with,”

“I knew I could count on you,” smiled Vamp as he skolled the last of his beer before the man looked shock. “Thanks Al,”

“No worries,” smiled Al as he finally found a big payday. “I can already smell that lovely money,” he whispered to himself as he ordered another drink.

Al was the typical arms dealer you can find in any pub that was still open. He would sell captured German and Italian Arms he came across during his wanders through Southern Africa. Sure, it wasn’t the most secured job. Often he would run into other arms dealers looking for weapon caches left behind by the Axis Forces which, would turn out into a bloody gunfight. How he got out of these gunfights was usually a mystery since he had little fighting experience. Nevertheless, for Vamp, it meant a source of weapons and supplies since he was going to need something to hit Tyler’s Farm and take back his cattle. The problem was how many of his workers actually fought in wars and had the experience.


Vamp’s Plantation somewhere in Zimbabwe
September 13th 1950
Early in the Evening


The sunburnt glow of the sun was reaching out into the sky as the moonlight started to take control over the struggling sun as it slide behind the hills. Vamp and Kudizi slowly made their way up the driveway as they caught the glimpse of the workers starting to finish their days of work. The herdsmen were starting to take the cattle out into the fields and the harvesters bought in the cotton as Vamp and Kudizi drove the jeep into the garage and got out before they closed the door. Vamp walked into the house as he passes by a number of workers who looked ready to go to bed for a well earn sleep.

The house Vamp lived in had his own quarters, his personal belongings stored in his study and various other things. One that stood out from the rest of his belongings was the photo of himself and Eliza on their first date back in Lynion. He picked up the steel metal frame as a tear gently slid down his left cheek. The photo was in black and white but it was perfectly done to see who were in the photo. Eliza was sitting on a stool when the photo was taken in her long dress. Vamp had his head leaning against hers and his arms wrapped around her. It was his first week or two of leave he had when he was a captain in the Vamperial Royal Army (VRA). His slouch hat was covering the back of his neck as his face was smiling with delight. Being with her always made him feel fantastic wanted and loved. Vamp was slowly heading towards his bedroom as memories started to come back. He remembered the day he first met her. He was stationed in Union, had the rank of lieutenant and was in charge of a platoon of men ordered on training exercises. It was in the days prior to World War 1 that he met her. Her father, King Greg West and Princess Eliza West, were taking a tour of the military base stationed in the capital of Mav’nax. He was called forward before King Greg by the General of the Royal Union Rangers (Regular Army) and asked his opinion on the status of the troops and if they were ever ready for battle. The platoon he was in command of was full of rookies and the only veteran was Vamp who served in Russo-Japanese War which, Lynion fought alongside the Japanese since the Russians had plans on invading Union. Vamp had a plain simple answer. He pulled out his pistol, pulled one of the soldiers up to the firing line. The soldier was armed with a standard .303 rifle that served as the main weapon in the Vamperial Army. Vamp stood in front of the target and fire several rounds at the feet of the soldier before the cowardly soldier fired and missed Vamp. It amazed King Greg and several of the officers including Eliza who thought Vamp was bold. Vamp had an eye for Eliza but knew that it was forbidden for the relationship since she was bound to marry a noble.

“Sir?” asked a voice as Vamp blinked a few times and came back to the present time. “Everything fine sir?” it asked as Vamp placed the photo frame under the bed covers before turning to face Kudizi.

“Hmm...?” asked Vamp as he looked at Kudizi. “Just having a thought,” he lies as he started to walk through the doorway.


To be contiuned...

Reserved - Return to the Vamperial Kingdom


OOC: Sorry about leaving readers in the dark. My laptop broke down suddenly and I had to get it repaired but Vamp's PMC will be finished shortly.