by Vetalia » Sat Apr 12, 2014 5:29 pm
by Vetalia » Mon Apr 14, 2014 6:23 pm
by Vetalia » Wed Apr 16, 2014 8:45 pm
by Vetalia » Fri Apr 18, 2014 5:13 pm
The Kraven Corporation wrote:The APC continued past more scenes of horror, more lines of workers waiting for food, clothing and other items of importance, the envoy was now approaching The Citadel and here there were less people, the buildings of the city ended here, they past a mile of open terrain, with tank traps, barbed wire and wide gullies to prevent tanks from crossing, there were only a few narrow roads heading towards The Citadel, this area had obviously been designed to be a kill zone, the envoy was stopped once more, its papers checked by another group of Capitol Police, the checks here were even more stringent than before and at this checkpoint it was a good hour before the group got moving again, they were sat in a small detention area with several other people, they all wore dark blue overalls, unbeknownst to the envoy, their overalls indicated that they were Citadel Menial Task workers, they were undergoing the same stringent checks that the envoy were going through...
An Officer of The Kraven SS approached the group, his uniform was black, with Twin Hammer emblems on the lapels of his uniform, his jackboots made authoritative steps as he walked towards the group, it was obvious by his walk that he was Capitol Police, the other people looked down at the floor as he approached, the fear they felt was tangible to the room, The Officer stopped and handed them their ID cards back, without speaking the group of people quickly got up and left without once speaking or looking at the envoy that sat in the same room..
The Officer then approached the envoy, he didn't hand them their ID cards back or apologize for the delay, he simply gestured to the Attache and instructed him to follow, he was led without speaking towards a small side room, in the middle of the room was a metal table and two chairs, a lamp illuminated the room with an eerie glow and faint blood streaks marked the wall with a dark staining that gave some clue as to what might have transpired here in the past..
The Officer gestured to the chair on the other side of the table and the Attache sat down with minimal fuss, no doubt a thousand things were running through his mind, what was he going to be asked, what they were going to do to him and why they were being treated like this when they were essentially on a diplomatic mission...
"You are the attache with the Proconsul, is this correct?" The Officer spoke, his voice was cold and devoid of emotion and it would have dawned on the Attache that this was the first time anyone from The Reich had spoken to any of them other than instructing them to proceed...
"The Proconsul, have you worked with him for long?"
"How long have you been working for the Vetalian Government?"
"Would you consider or have you ever considered subversive activities?"
"You are aware that you are about to entire The Citadel District? You will be required to carry your personal ID on you at all times, this document is to indicate that you are here on Diplomatic Business, if you are stopped at any time and for what ever reason you cannot present either documents, you will be shot by firing squad, You and your envoy and your Proconsul are under the jurisdiction of The Reich Civil Doctrines, your status as a Diplomatic Envoy is not recognised by Reich Civil Doctrines and you will be subject to their implementation should you fail to comply." The Officer slid over two documents and an ID card...
"Do you fully understand?" The Officer spoke once more before leading the Attache out and back to his group, The Officer then selected the next for questioning, then finally The Proconsul...
The Proconsul was led into the room and another gesture towards the seat, the documentation was looked at by The Officer for a moment before the line of questioning began, The Proconsul seemed rather comfortable with the situation, as though the atmosphere of The Reich was starting to make him think and feel like a Kravenite...
"How long have you been Proconsul for The Vetalian Government?"
"Has your Government ever performed operations counter to the interests of The Reich?" The Officer continued to ask, looking through some documents
"Have you ever considered or participated in subversive activity?"
"You are aware that you are about to entire The Citadel District? You will be required to carry your personal ID on you at all times, this document is to indicate that you are here on Diplomatic Business, if you are stopped at any time and for what ever reason you cannot present either documents, you will be shot by firing squad, You and your envoy and your Proconsul are under the jurisdiction of The Reich Civil Doctrines, your status as a Diplomatic Envoy is not recognised by Reich Civil Doctrines and you will be subject to their implementation should you fail to comply." The Officer slid over two documents and an ID card just exactly like the others who were interviewed, he was machine like in performing his tasks, he never deviated with small talk, any attempts from his interviewees to make conversation was dismissed with silence, there was no warmth or humour from him, just cold, machine efficiency...
by Vetalia » Mon Apr 21, 2014 6:14 pm
The Kraven Corporation wrote:The security checks had been completed, with it they were escorted back onto the APC, it crossed into the threshold of The Citadel District, it would be remarkable to the envoy that the wall that they approached was covered in defenses, weapon emplacements, gun positions, massive naval guns mounted into the wall, it was another tier of defenses in a seemingly impregnable city, the APC powered through a set of immense blast doors and into the Citadel District, the first thing that the envoy would notice would be the Troops, thousands of them marching in unison, columns of tanks rolling up the streets, aircraft waiting for deployment, more gun emplacements and checkpoints, more barbed wire and sandbags, the whole entire district was one great big military garrison...
The APC continued up the street towards The Black Citadel, it passed more armour columns, massive heavy main battle tanks that dwarfed the APC, more Capitol Police marching in formation, more flaK towers, bunkers, gun emplacements, flags hung from banner poles, from buildings, there were less executions here but only because there were less people, two people in dark blue overalls looked as if they were being questioned by two Capitol Police Troopers, they were pointing at something and looked as if they were demanding something, probably ID, suddenly one of the Troopers drew is desert eagle and put two rounds in each of their heads, it was over in seconds and their bodies slumped together against the wall, The Capitol Police reported the execution into command and then walked away as if nothing had happened...
The APC pulled up outside The Citadel itself, an immense structure five miles high, it bore a red beacon at the top that pulsated with a red glow, it could almost be seen from anywhere within Gholgoth, a reminder that The Reich was ever present, it loomed over the city, letting the citizens know that none of them can escape from The Reich's gaze, it watched their every move, their every waking moment, The Reich was omnipresent, it knew when its citizens were sleeping, when they were working, when they weren't, it knew when they broke the law and they knew when they were acting subversively, The Reich controlled every aspect of its peoples lives, it chose when they ate, when they slept, who they married, who they reproduced with, it even chose when they die....
Two Officers were stood at the base of the steps into the Citadels, again there were no ceremonies welcoming them to Norska, there were only guards, not honour guards, just basic, cold Capitol Police Troopers, impassively watching as the Envoy unloaded from the APC, looking up they could see more gun emplacements on the Citadel itself, more naval guns, anti aircraft guns and radar installations, this was another tier of defences and judging by the fortifications it could hold of a prolonged siege for quite some time...
"Gentlemen, We trust your journey was uneventful." The Officers voice was cold and flat, he continued without waiting for a response...
"If you will follow, The Reich-Ministers are awaiting your arrival." The Officer gestured towards the impressive blast doors, then he turned and stepped up towards the doors not waiting to see if the envoy were following..
Inside, the Citadel itself were more guards, banners hung from the wall and another staircase greeted them towards a set of heavy duty industrial lifts, Guards were already ready and waiting for the envoy, with the doors opened, it was almost as if the Officers were rushing them along, as if The Reich was in a hurry to finalise the deal before Vetalia had any second thoughts....
The lift journey took some time, it was completely in silence, The Officers never spoke, they simply stared outwards waiting for the lift to arrive at its destination...
This gave The Vetalian delegates some time to reflect on what they had seen and to finalise any of their plans before meeting with The Reich-Ministers themselves...
by Vetalia » Thu May 01, 2014 5:55 pm
The Reich-Ministerial Offices
The Black Citadel
Vetalian Delegate Meeting
Fortress Norska
The Vetalian delegate were ushered into the Ministerial Offices, it was a long chamber high above the dark, foreboding clouds of Fortress Norska, but even here, high above the grime and filth of the MacroFoundries there was a strangeness about skyline that showed Kraven's influence extended far beyond the city below, the Delegate were gestured to sit at a long table, it was cold steel, utilitarian, there were no plush carpets, or fine decorations, just efficient placement of things necessary to further The Reich, the room was watched over by Capitol Police Troopers, seated at one end of the large hall, were The Reich-Ministers, they all watched the Vetalian Delegate enter and sit down, they watched with those cold, impassive eyes that every Capitol Policeman had, they waited for the delegate to be seated fully before they began, there were no introductions, no small talk just straight to the point
"Delegate of the Vetalian Government, you are seated before The Reich-Ministry, your Government's request to begin talks with The Reich have been approved, the preliminary discussions between The Diplomatic Division of The Kraven SS and your Government have been found to be acceptable, this meeting in person is to finalise details and sign all necessary contracts between our two nations..." The Officers cold, emotionless words were uttered matter of factly..
A Capitol Police adjutant brought over a dossier and placed it in front of the Delegate, it was a brown folder with a large Kraven Eagle stamped on the front, the adjutant opened the dossier and stood to one side, the papers detailed all the had been previously discussed between the various departments of the two Governments, however several clauses had been inserted into the contract without the Vetalian Government's knowledge one of the clauses would allow The Reich to begin operations in Vetalian held territory under the guise of security measures, another clause would allow them to station troops in Vetalian Colonies under the guise of Mutual Defence... The Reich had been monitoring the development of the Proconsul as he entered The Reich, his changing demeanour meant he would likely not fully read the contract and sign it quickly and without hesitation, this is why these clauses had been added, Vetalia would receive a powerful Military ally, but would also find itself closer to The Reich than any sane nation would like, to ensure their security and future, they would have to sign a pact with the Devil...
"Proconsul, is there anything you would wish to discuss before we sign the contracts and treaties?" The Reich-Minister asked, waiting for the delegates responses...
by Vetalia » Sat May 03, 2014 7:43 pm
The Kraven Corporation wrote:Fortress Norska
The Black Citadel
Vetalian Delegate Meeting
The Adjutant, took the signed documents and handed them back to The Reich-Ministers, the lead Officer looked at the documents for a moment, then closed the folder and handed it to another Reich-Minister who placed it into a black briefcase, the lead Officer, turned back to the Proconsul and his cold voice filtered into the room once more...
"A fleet has already been dispatched to Vetalia, Operations will commence within 24 hours, please retire to your assigned quarters, inform your Government that all negotiations are complete and that Operations will be commencing, all Vetalian forces are ordered to comply with Reich Forces, any attempt to interfere with Operations or to prevent Operations from commencing will be seen as a hostile act and will be dealt with accordingly, your Cooperation during these talks Proconsul has been appreciated." He paused for a moment and an Adjutant handed the Proconsul another document.
"In front of you Proconsul you will find another document for you to sign, if you so desire it, The Reich is willing to offer you the position of Regional Overseer in the Vetalian Territory that will be occupied by The Reich, you will be responsible for the day to day runnings of those that remain within the cordon, your tasks will include work details and ensuring cooperation from the local populace that will come under the sphere of influence of The Reich." The Officer paused once more allowing the Proconsul a moment to look at the document...
"Consider it well, you would have certain benefits, your lifestyle will be more comfortable, you will however be offered this only once..." The Officer spoke, he looked at the Proconsul with cold dead eyes, what the Officer was asking was essentially asking the Proconsul to become a collaborator, working almost against his people for the benefit of The Reich, however, The Reich did not care for or about the people, nor the Proconsul, what he didn't realise is that as soon as he is no longer of use, he would be discarded like a piece of rubbish, his life was worth no more than anyone else in The Reich or Vetalia, no doubt he would come to realise this once he saw what was about to happen in Vetalia....
A pact with the Devil...
by Vetalia » Sat May 03, 2014 8:41 pm
by Vetalia » Tue May 27, 2014 5:52 pm
The Kraven Corporation wrote:Vetalian Peninsular
+12 Hours after treaty was signed.
Northern Gholgoth
1400 Hours Standard Imperial Time
Vetalian Freeway, VI-83
The freeway had become a giant car park, cars stretched off into the distance after the order for a general evacuation was given by the Vetalian Government, it had realised just what the Preconsul had done and with as much haste as possible tried to save as many of its citizens as possible before The Reich closed the borders and trapped its citizens on the wrong side of the border, an area that would soon become a vision of hell itself, cars beeped their horns in frustration, radio stations repeated the same messages urging citizens of the Peninsular to leave their homes, to take as much as they could carry and leave anything that would slow them down, some people had abandoned their cars and carrying what little they could were running up the verges of the freeway, some carried their children in their arms, others waited patiently not wanting to leave a car full of their valuables..
Some opportunists in the cities had began looting, not fully realising the gravity of the situation, they smashed windows and grabbed jewelry, televisions, anything they could carry, men and women ran down streets carrying handfuls of clothes taken from shops, some cars were burning having been driven into shops, burglar alarms sounded adding to the sense of chaos and worry that had descended onto the city...
The clouds had begun to turn dark, foreboding, as though nature itself was heralding the arrival of The Reich, the first wave were the airborne assault troops, people in their cars looked up as a large black transport craft passed overhead, its powerful engines cast a low hum across the freeway that drowned out the sound of car horns and shouting, everyone stopped what they were doing as the craft passed overhead, they instinctively knew who it belonged to, it was black and had the red markings of The Kraven Air Arm, they watched as it wheeled around and came in for a second pass, this time the rear door was opened on its approach, they watched with wide eyes as one by one, black objects leapt from the back of the craft and olive drab parachutes opened, the black shapes drifted slowly to the ground, followed by several larger objects, dozens more paratroopers dropped into the country, within minutes the freeway was chaos...
People screamed and began to run, but already the Paratroopers were closing in, the Capitol Police were carrying roadblocks that had been paradropped in with them, they moved swiftly, each one being carried by six or seven Troopers, once on the freeway they deployed the barriers, then brought their weaponry to bear, people still ran towards the road block hoping to get through, but a burst of gunfire changed their minds, some still tried, driven by fear, driven by the desire to escape the hell that was coming, but another burst of gunfire cut the last few brave Vetalian souls down, a Capitol Police Officer approached the check point, holding a loud hailer he spoke with cold, indifferent words...
"The Peninsular of Vetalia is now under Reich Control, all citizens of the Peninsular are instructed to return to their homes and await further instructions during this period of transition, anyone failing to comply will be dealt with in an appropriate manner...."
More Paratroopers were dropped into the cities, they landed in areas designated as centres of resistance, they landed in airports, train stations, the ports, they moved swiftly, not allowing any protest, any resistance from security forces was met with a lethal response, they were moving to shut down the peninsular, to trap its people on the wrong side of the border, The Fleet moved ever closer, bringing with it more Capitol Police, more horror and more darkness...
by Havensky » Thu May 29, 2014 1:24 pm
“In today’s news, The Skybound Republic of Havensky strongly condemned the invasion of Vetalia. Despite claims by the Kraven Reich. The government finds claims that land was acquired by legitimate means to be quote ‘a dubious if not ridiculous proposition” and that quote
“there is no justification for the imprisonment of the Vetalian people still on the peninsula.” Legislation passed during an emergency session of the Skyan Senate strongly urged the withdrawal of Reich forces from Vetalia and insist that those who have been trapped inside the peninsula be allowed to leave. Additionally..”
What do you mean you can’t replace them?
Your arms are fused to your skeleton and nerve endings. I’m not sure how to remove them without making you a double amputee - much less how to do it without you dying from the pain.
But you’re an engineer, they’re roboti-
That’s just it. I make armor.. Specifically, I make armor you can take off - to put away the warrior - keep in the closet while you hug your wife and kids. What they did… they tried to turn you into something else using some perverted branch of science long since abandoned by a civilized world. I’m sorry, but there’s no way I can remove them.
DAMN IT…. I just… I just hate these.. they remind me too much.. of the damage done..
And where do you think you’re going?
Out.
That’s a load of bull and you know it. What the hell are you thinking going out there? Alone? No backup? No authorization? YOU’RE BENCHED - What part of that didn’t you get?!
Somebody needs to help those people.
Are you sure? Seems to me like you just want to beat up on some Capital Police to make himself feel better.
You don’t understand - I have to make up for what I’ve
YOU CAN’T KEEP BEATING YOURSELF UP! YOU WEREN'T RESPONSIBLE!
The Capitol Police began barking orders to people through the cold vox amplifier attached to their gas masks, it dehumanised them, made them seem more like monsters than people, they opened doors and pulled people from their cars, began beating them with metal batons, the Officer watched with cold indifference as women, children and men were beaten with rifle butts, still some people refused to leave their cars, windows were smashed, and a young child was dragged from the car through the broken window by an unthinking, unfeeling trooper, things were not progressing efficiently enough thought the officer, he nodded and another Capitol Police trooper approached the road block, he had strapped to his back a large black metal tank and in his hands he held a large black nozzle attached to a length of hose, the people in the minivan tried to shut out the horror, the driver a man in his late thirties held his wife’s hand as the Trooper ignited the flame thrower and engufled the minivan in white hot flames, the sceaming and the stench of burning flesh filled the air as now, dozens of people leapt from their cars and began the walk back to town…
The people were being marched back into town, the gentle sobs of women and children could be heard, as Capitol Police guarded the vast column of people, one man broke from the column only to be met with the crack of a rifle round, his body dropped like a dead weight, his wife started screaming but was silenced by a rifle butt to the chin, with a shove of an MG42 the column was urged to keep moving, a young child carrying a stuffed bear began to straggled behind, his mother started shouting his name, she could hear his crying but in the vast crowd of people she couldn’t see him, the Capitol Police pushed her onwards with a shove of an MG42 into her back, she started to shout at the Trooper but realised that it was useless, her son, was pushed onwards with the crowd, dropping the bear out of his hands as he struggled to keep up…
The column neared the township, as the people moved closer, the Capitol Police had begun to exhibit their own form of punishment, bodies, strung from lamp posts, swaying gently in the wind, stragglers, people who were too exhausted to walk any further, an old man had collapsed to his knees, people tried to help him up, he panted, telling the people, his family to leave him, but they refused, it was however too late, The Capitol Police had seen him, within seconds a rope was placed around his neck, his wife held his hand, she pleaded with The Capitol Police...
“Please, no, not my husband please, I beg of you, please, not like this”
Her husbands eyes began to well up with tears, he knew that Capitol Police could not be reasoned with, her words fell on uncaring ears, with a hefty throw the rope was wrapped around the arm of a lamp post in the centre of the freeway, then with one strong pull he was hoisted off the ground, his body jerking and kicking, swinging from side to side, joining the others that had died before him… A potent symbol of Kraven Oppression…
by Vetalia » Thu May 29, 2014 5:13 pm
Vetalian Township designated Hab Centre 06
Reich Controlled Territory
Northern Gholgoth
1430 Hours Standard Imperial Time
The Capitol Police had closed the border with a frightening efficiency that they had become renowned for, road blocks paradropped into the area prevented cars from continuing further up the freeway, and now systematically The Capitol Police forced everyone from their cars and ordered them back towards the town, the town itself had become a scene of chaos, looters had stolen most things from shops but now Capitol Police Paratroopers began rounding up anyone in the streets, a loudspeaker system began relaying messages to the population, its voice was mechanical and cold and it echoed across the now eerily quiet city, no sounds of children at play, no cars, no birds singing, just the cold announcer and the crunch of Jackboots on broken glass...
"Looting is a Crime under Reich Civil Doctrines, Looters will be hanged."
"This Territory is under the Jurisdiction of Reich Civil Doctrines and enforced by The Capitol Police"
"All Citizens of Hab Centre 06 are ordered to remain in their homes under curfew during this period of transition"
"All Subversive activity will be dealt with in an appropriate manner"
"Report all suspicious Activity to your nearest Capitol Police checkpoint"
A group of fifteen men and women had been rounded up by Londinian Militiamen who were assisting The Capitol Police in keeping the order, the men and women held bundles of clothes and jewelry, looters, they knew the consequences of their actions, several of them had bruises forming on their faces from the Londinian Militia dealing out their own form of justice, a unit of five Capitol Police approached, the fifteen knew what was coming, as the troopers were all carrying rope over their shoulders, one trooper went over to the nearest lamp post and expertly threw a length of rope over the arm of the street light and then formed a hangmans noose, two other troopers then grabbed a woman by the arms and carried her over to the makeshift gallows, she kicked and screamed loudly but there was no one to help, the Militia and the remaining Troopers ensured the other fourteen could not escape, their weapons trained and ready on the group...
The noose was placed around her neck and then unceremoniously she was hoisted off the ground, he feet kicking and jerking about as the weight of her body constricted her neck, she jerked around some more and began to swing from side to side until her thrashing stopped, they moved onto another lamp post and repeated the procedure, another was selected and another began to sway gently in the breeze until all fifteen were joined together in death, a grim display of who was now in charge of the Peninsular...
A Capitol Police Officer approached the Londinian Militia, his eyes were obscured from view by the peak of his officers cap, it dehumanised him more, making him seem more machine like than an actual person, his uniform was jet black, with the twin hammers on the lapels, The Kraven Death Eagle was above his right breast pocket and a blood red armband with bore the Twin Hammers finished the uniform off, a uniform that signified death, in Gholgoth the Grim Reaper did not wear robes and carried a scythe but wore a Capitol Police Uniform and carried a Desert Eagle...
"The Londinian Militia is to disband, your forces will become part of a Regional Military Force, part of the Kraven Kriegsmarine Volunteer Force, you are required to report to the Kraven SS Regional Headquarters in three days where your new uniforms, ID's and weaponry will be issued to you, wearing of any Londinian Insignia or parts of uniforms is forbidden and will be dealt with in an appropriate manner" The Officers voice was cold and emotionless, not waiting for a response from the Militia the Officer walked off and continued with his inspection of the township...
Announcement from The Kraven SS Regional HeadquartersRecruitment will begin in three days for Volunteers to serve in The Kraven Kriegsmarine Volunteer force, all citizens wishing to volunteer will report to the Kraven SS Regional Headquarters for processing.
All Citizens are required to report all suspicious activity.
Subversive activity is punishable by death under Reich Civil Doctrines.
Kraven Prevails!
by Aldarminia » Fri May 30, 2014 4:33 pm
by Havensky » Sat May 31, 2014 8:45 pm
by Vetalia » Thu Jun 05, 2014 4:42 pm
The Queen's Red Guard (201st Special Airborne Unit)
Approaching Vetalian Airspace
Region of Gholgoth
0600 Hours Standard Gothic Time
The topside of Airship Carrier Valor opened up as it soared above an increasingly clouded sky. The swordshaped airship was surrounded by six dagger-shaped escort cruisers and several fighter aircraft. Once the rooftop locked in it's open position, twenty-four crimson Growler-Class Attack Variant Helijets rose up. The Growler's rotors, embedded in each wing, giving out a deep constant hum as they tilted forward and moved past the carrier. They formed a double stacked diamond pattern around the topside doors with their gun emplacements pointed outward.
Queen One, Red Guard Six.. You are cleared for departure..
Lieutenant Ariana Chispa turned back in her pilot seat of her bigger Raven-Class Transport Variant Helijet.
Ma'am, We have clearance... we can depart when ready.
Queen Jessica Heart, Gothic Lord and Protector of the Republic, leaned back in her seat and nodded.
Thank you Ariana, let's go. Alert Vetalia that we're coming.
Yes Ma'am
Lt. Chispa turned back in her seat and hit the engines. The wider pure white helijet's double-rotors began to spin and the craft - along with five other Ravens - began to ascend out of the top deck of the airship carrier and into the double-diamond formation. Chispa flicked her thumb and turned on the outbound comm.
Vetalia Air Command... This is Lieutenant Ariana Chispa of the Skybound Republic of Havensky Red Guard. Be advised that Queen Jessica Heart - Sovereign of Gothic Havensky - will be entering your airspace in the next 30 minutes on her way to the Skyan Embassy. An escort would be welcomed, but is not needed. Her Majesty looks forward to speaking with your government regarding the current crisis. Please confirm our transmission...
by Havensky » Thu Jun 05, 2014 9:02 pm
by Vetalia » Fri Jun 06, 2014 4:56 pm
Havensky wrote:The Queen's Red Guard (201st Special Airborne Unit
Vetalia City, Vetalia
Near Skyan Embassy
0632 Hours SGT
Acknowledged Air Command, Queen One / Red Guard making final approach to Skyan Embassy.
Ariana Chispa took her thumb off the outbound comm, flipped a switch and gave orders to the rest of the Red Guard Flight Group.
All craft: Unlock foils and proceed to rotary speed on my mark. Amber Squadron, scout ahead in single line formation. Crimson, Ruby, Scarlet Squadrons - Maintain double diamond formation until we reach the Skyan Embassy. All units... rotary speed in four...three...two...one...MARK
All at once, the wing covers on each craft receded into the wing exposing the rotors. The helijets descended slightly until the twin-rotors spun up to full power. A low growl filled the air as Amber Squadron raced ahead of the air group as they entered Vetalian air space. They entered the city at a low altitude and bystanders could see the bright red helijets moving across the city in the morning light.
Skyan Embassy, Queen One: Do you copy? Red Guard requesting clearance to land.
Queen One, Skyan Embassy: Good copy, you are cleared for approach at Landing Pad One. Ground Transportation Standing by.
Copy Embassy, I have the ball...
Chispa brought the Raven-Class aircraft down inside the high walls of the Skyan Embassy. Almost immediately, two other helijets landed along each side opening their doors and allowing the Queen's Guard to form a wall between Chispa's helijet and the armored cars waiting for them. Queen Jessica Heart quickly boarded the armored car and headed for the Praetorial Palace.
Meanwhile, Chispa powered down her helijet and began the complicated process of fitting twenty-eight helijets inside the confines of the Embassy.
Kraven Held Territory
Vetalian Peninsular
Bogotol (Hab Center 06)
The rider stirred in his sleep. His helmet was off and to his side revealing his bright silver hair. He stirred again, realizing he was awake and quickly donned the helmet again quickly looking around to see where he was.
He found himself in an old dusty garage. His shirt was off and his back bandaged. His weapons were still in their holster and his bike - now banged up from battle was sitting up.
I see you're awake.., called a voice in the door.
The rider started to stand, then halted mid-rise.
Don't try to get up too fast.. the sedatives hadn't worn off.
The Rider thought the voice sounded familiar and then realized that she was the older woman that he had aided form the two militia. He sat back down, despite his uneasiness about waking up from sedation. The woman sat down next to him.
Hello, my name is Natalya. I'm a doctor. You were badly injured from before. Next time, try not to land on your back when you jump off your motorbike. You also had a fever, probably from exhaustion. I gave you a sedative so you would sleep until healed.
The Rider tried sitting up, taking the water offered to him.
How long have I been sleeping?
Two days.
TWO DAYS!? What's happened since then?
The doctor told the rider in painful detail of what had transpired. When she was finished, the Rider let out a primal yell. Anger and rage filled his core and he leapt to his feet, swearing an oath to kill every Reich solder left in the village.
Wait.., Natalya urged.. We have a plan..
by Vetalia » Fri Jun 06, 2014 7:22 pm
Havensky wrote:Vetalia City, Vetalia
Capitol District
0745 Hours SGT
Lt. Chispa Ariana, now dressed in civilian clothes, walked into a coffee shop near the capitol. Civilian clothes was probably a relative term. She was dressed in a black leather flight jacket, grey t-shirt, dark denim jeans and combat boots. Her pixie cut hair was practical for her profession. She was constantly wearing a helmet and it was just easier.
However, no sooner had the bell rang signaling the closing of the coffee shop doors that the entire room was staring at her. The women in the coffee shop were all wearing knee length dresses with their hair perfectly done up. Pearls, not dogtags, were seen around their necks and almost all of them wore wedding rings.
The few gentlemen in the shop were dressed in suits, hats in hand and their jaws on the floor. Few women in the capitol wore pants, much less had hair shorter than some men.
Chispa walked up to the counter where a young lady was taking orders.
Good morning ma'am! Um... Swell jacket! What can I get you?
A large black eye please
Cream or sugar?
No thanks, just the two shots of espresso.
by Dephire » Fri Jun 06, 2014 7:55 pm
by United World Order » Sat Jun 07, 2014 1:29 pm
by Vetalia » Sat Jun 07, 2014 4:25 pm
Dephire wrote:"Thank you," He handed her a thick gold coin. "Keep the change." He winked and walked away into a corner, where he sat down and continued his observations of Chispa. She was not the target... Not his target at least.
by The greater Vakolicci Haven » Wed Jun 11, 2014 12:44 pm
by Vetalia » Fri Jun 13, 2014 7:35 pm
by Havensky » Sun Jun 15, 2014 7:23 pm
What plan? The last time I checked you're own protectors had turned against you., asked The Rider.
If you really believed that, would you have really come to help us?
The Rider gave the nurse a sour look from behind his mask.
Who says I'm here to help you?
You stopped those thugs from beating me... And while you didn't realize it, you saved the life of my daughter from being carted away like cattle. You may not have come to help us, but now your fate is tied with ours. The resistance is looking to you now. We took your advice and hid. It worked. Those who didn't heed the warning, were not as lucky.
You're Skyan arn't you?
Ariana Chispa turned to face a young attractive woman in her twenties. She was less dolled up then some of the other female patrons, but perhaps she didn't need all that much. Chispa could see the sleepless nights under her eyes even as her hair had a certain curly bounce to it.
Yes, replied Chispa acknowledging it was probably pointless to deny it, How did you know?
The woman put on a brave face and smiled. She was shy and spoke quietly - as if she was still finding her feet.
[i]I'm good with details. I had to be... in my old job.. I was a secretary for a... a high ranking official. You see, your skin is golden brown and you have a latin accent. There's no accent like that in Gholgoth. And I can tell by the way you walk that you're military. Women here don't march like you do.
The woman in the dress took a breath feeling a bit more confident.
You're wearing a jacket, even though it's summer out. You don't seem uncomfortable at all, so you must be used to wearing a jacket. You're wearing a computer watch, but not one of those fashionable ones. You're wearing something that won't break. You keep looking around - even now - as if to check everything. If I were to guess, you're a military pilot. And a veteran at that. Everyone's putting on a brave face, but you can tell everyone's afraid. Even the out-of-towners are having a cow with the Reich so close and you're acting like it's Tuesday.
Everyone at the Capitol thinks the Skyans are really kookie for sending Queen Heart here. You all flew pretty low, so I heard you arrive this morning. And a few hours later, here you are getting loads of caffeine. You must have flew all night.
Is that about right?
Chispa didn't know what to think. She didn't realize she was being that obvious. Then again, the lady had said she was good with details. She never imagined she'd be that good. She stuck out her hand.
Lieutenant Ariana Chispa, Queen's Guard. I suspect your talents are wasted as a secretary.
The young lady shook her hand and smiled..
Well gee... thanks. My name is Maria Chersakova... and we could use your help.
Dr. Natalya Kadnikova walked out with The Rider to the city square. As The Rider walked into the city square, he spotted the bodies handing in the gallows. Natalya thought she could hear the rider's knuckles crack as he clinched his fist. As they walked past more of the damage, she could see the rider shake slightly.
Natalya had seen veterans before whose memories of combat haunted him. She assumed the stranger must be the same way. She would have advised against going out so soon, but he had insisted that he see what had happened for himself.
But it was the burned out husks of houses, with bodies still inside, that broke The Rider. He fell to his knees in front of an ashen house and began to scream with rage.
Natalya quickly rushed to his side trying to comfort him, but he was inconsolable.
Slowly, the rider regained his composure and uttered a solemn promise.
They...will...all...BURN...
We're forming a resistance. Sergei Golodvayev has a cousin in the capitol that's pulling together support. We are too weak to fight the Reich directly - but we must try to get the women and children out. If they stay, they'll be stolen away and we'll lose them forever. We're building a network of people to sneak them out of the peninsula. But they need an escort. Somebody who can fight off trouble. We need you.
Queen Jessica Heart was sitting comfortably in the conference room when Liydia Repida walked into the room. She could tell that she was visibly shaken. Jessica rose and the two Skyan Legionaries went to attention.
I apologize, but the Praetor is very ill and will be unable to meet today. I can arrange a meeting with the Procounsel and the Vice Praetor later today.
Jessica walked over to Liydia and placed a hand on her shoulder.
That's ok, I understand. I'm sure the Procounsel must be under an immense amount of stress. I would be happy to meet with the Vice Praetor or the Procounsel whenever they're ready. I understand that it's a difficult time for everyone. I'm sure your team has been working extra hours given the crisis. If it helps, some of my embassy staff would be available to help with some of your workload. I have more than enough staff to take care of things on my end.
by Dephire » Sun Jun 15, 2014 9:14 pm
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