Copenhagen, Denmark
1773
Christian VII died on his deathbed around 6 days following his assassination plot. That was it. Case closed. The man responsible for the assassination, who had only given them his first name Diedrich, was painfully tortured, until finally they made him believe, or admit, to being a trained assassin for the Norwegian Ministers of the High Council, all of which, after finding out the news from informants, went in hiding outside of Oslo, because they feared the scapegoating and refused to be unfairly blamed. They had not actually committed the crime. Or had they?
Not if the twisted story of Field Marshall Felix Alzurgay was true. He had twisted Diedrich's arm so much in his interrogation and torture procedures, albeit under the eyes of the man in supreme control of the military; Alfred Barindotz. At once, he had finalized Alzurgay's order to send a Fleet to blockade Norway, and a Fleet of some 4 frigates, and a Ship of the Line to make sure that no ships unless checked left the major Norwegian Ports; specifically Bergen and Stavanger. As well as this, they sent 2 Frigates with 4 Regiments down the Oslofjord and into the Port of Oslo. When they arrived, they supported the already substantial Garrison of one Danish Legion there. However, 2 Norwegian Platoons were also stationed in Oslo and they were, after receiving the news that the Ministers were fleeing from Oslo, the Platoons were instructed by their Field Commanders to just act normal and not create a problem for the Regiments. The Regiments were each comprised of 1,000 troops each and they quickly unloaded from their Frigates onto the docks and took up search positions for the Ministers, storming the Council Hall in central Oslo. When they found nothing but low ranking officials of the Administration, they arrested all of them, and proceeded to search for the Ministers throughout Oslo, despite it being Norway's largest city. The Oslo-Danish Royal Guard Legion, assigned to defend Oslo for the Danish Crown and comprising of 4,000 men itself, also assisted in this hunt, albeit to no avail. The Royal Palace of the Norwegian Ceremonial Monarchy, which had no power compared to that of the Danish thrown in contrast, was then raided. However, in this instance, the entire family was still found to be residing here.
Captain Adam Jensen, of a Regiment numbering 1,000 strong which was part of the Royal Guard Legion of Oslo, entered the castle, shooting his musket at the first guard he saw and then proceeding into the main hall, where the staircases to either side led to the giant infrastructure that was the Oslo Royal Castle. The other 1,000 men or so either entered with him or fought the Royal Guard of the Monarchy, which numbered around 500 men just for the Castle's protection. At this point, the two Norwegian Army Platoons, the only Armed Forces that the Norwegians occupied, were making a stand in the center of town against the other 4,000 troops of the 4 Foreign Regiments sent from Denmark itself.
As Jensen continued his entry into the castle, one of his soldiers yelled from down a hall, claiming that the King had committed suicide. At this point Jensen ran in, only to find that the King had the soldier at gunpoint, and now the Captain as well.
"You bastards believe you can actually get away with this little genocide experiment don't you? I bet they pay you a pretty penny back in Copenhagen to commit such misery among your own people." The King said, as he spit on the Captain's shoe and held him at gunpoint with the Flintlock Pistol. "You scum will not get away with this," He said, as he noticed the stripes on the Captain's uniform. "Oh what do we have here? An officer? Well now I can definitely get out of here." He said, as he rammed the pistol against the soldier's head knocking him cold, grabbing the Captain, and wrapping his arm around the Captain's neck. As they made their way to the open centerpiece between the stairwells, dozens of soldiers traced the King at gunpoint, none willing to fire on their beloved Captain however. The old King, holding the Captain tightly yelled to the soldiers "If you kill me, may anarchy rain upon you!" As a gunshot was heard and a ball bearing cut through the back of the King's chest and he fell, albeit forward, as Jensen did as well, although he held onto the railing in front of him, and the King's half-stunned and paralyzed body went tumbling over from a story above, and he fell, straight on his neck. If the bullet hadn't of killed him the fall did. As the guards lowered their weapons, they wondered who had taken the shot. Only Jensen, as he got back up, realized the shot had come from behind, not forward. He looked back to see a beautiful young woman, brown hair flowing straight to her chest and with the most seductive of attire she was was wearing. Only before, Jensen had witnessed that kind of attire at a Prostitution House. She walked up to him, heeled boots clicking against the floor, and kissing him straight on the lips. As she released, she looked into his eyes, as his soldiers aimed their weapons at here and said: "I can be your best accomplice, or your worst nightmare."
