The October Revolution (Etharia Only)

[Khaw Si Khaw]

October First, Twenty Nineteen, 19:45

A Young Female Officer in the Uniform of the Territorials anxiously waits on a chair in the waiting room of the second highest floor in the Chaiama Royal Hospital, she would be tapping her foot on the cold tiled floor as she store at the door to the operating room. The Young Woman would take a deep breathe and stand up, unable to take the uncertainty anymore. She would move to pull open the door, but as she was almost half a dozen feet away it would swing open. A Middle Aged Male Doctor would step through, looking defeated as he nervously holds onto a clipboard. “He, he is gone. We couldn’t save him. . .” The Doctor would say, barely audible. The Officer would seem shocked and would stare at the tiled floor, seeing herself in its reflection. She clinched his fist for a couple seconds before releasing it and looking directly at the doctor. “What got him?” The Officer would ask clearly, her voice soft. The Doctor would take a second to breathe in before starting that “It was a Cerebral Hemorrhage, we tried to save him to the best of our abilities.” The Officer would nod, her balaclava hiding his emotions. “It is okay, you guys did all that you could have, I’m sure of it.” The Officer would look up to the ceiling for a full second before looking back at the Doctor. “Gather your team, we are gonna take back the body to the Royal Palace for burial. Gather on the roof when you are ready.” The Doctor would nod towards the Officer going back into the operating room to secure the body and bring his team to the roof.

19:50, on the roof of the Chaiama Royal Hospital

A Type 52 Transport Helicopter would touch down on the roof’s purpose built Helicopter pad that was originally made for the transport of wounded VIPs, it’s doors would slide open as two enlisted men in Territorial Uniforms would step out, Armed with the Type 02 Automatic Pistols. The Doctor and his team of Four would load the body covered with a silk blanket into the helicopter, as the Young Officer would watch from behind. Once the body was secured in the Helicopter the Officer would pull out her Type 66 Service Pistol and shoot the Doctor in the back of the head, his body dropping to the floor as the Two Enlisted Men would open fire on the rest of the Doctors Team. The short burst of gunfire would end as the Officer would walk over to each individual body and put a round into their heads to make sure they were dead. She would take out her radio from its pouch and hold down the transmitter. “The Winter Wind has killed the Roses. Contingency Plan Night of Silence is in effect.” The Officer and the two enlisted men would enter the Helicopter and slam the door closed “Get this bird in the air!” The Pilot would nod and startup the Helicopter, its rotor blades pushing the air to bring them up. The Helicopter would the head toward the Royal Palace

20:03, ███████ Black Site, Northern Mountain Range

A Air Force Officer in a swivel chair is sitting at his desk, headset on as he stares at the radar as a trio would appear on it. He would hold down the transmitter and state “Attention Unidentified Air Craft, this is Air Traffic Control. You have entered restricted Air Space, please turn back if you are not a military craft.”He would release the retriever and wait for their answer. He would get it after a quarter of a minute. “Affirmative Air Traffic Control, this is C999 of the First Special Air Squadron bring escorted by Warlock One and Warlock Two over, requesting permission to land, we are carrying special prisoners over.” Air Traffic Control would reply ten seconds later. “Affirmative C999, you are clear to land at Runway A3 alongside your escorts over.” C999 would respond three seconds later. “Thank you Air Traffic Controller, touchdown at Runway A3 eta two minutes. Over.”

20:11, ███████ Black Site Command Bunker

The Thirty Year Old Base Commander is passed out on his mahogany wood desk, a picture of his wife propped up on a stand next to his Desktop. The Phone ontop of the aforementioned desk would ring, waking up the Commander in a instant. The Commander would instantly grab the phone, accidentally knocking the picture of his wife to the carpeted floor, causing the glass on the picture stand of splattered onto the floor, tiny glass shards now hidden in the carpet waiting to be stepped on. The Commander would let out a frustrated grown before answering the phone. “This is Colonel Presuki speaking.” The Voice of a Young Man would come through the phone “Colonel, Ratsami is dead. The Night of Silence is in effect immediately.” The Colonel wouldn’t respond for the first two seconds as he was trying to formulate words but the news had him stunned, after the first few seconds he pulled himself together. “Understood.” The Colonel would hang up before ending the call. He would grab his mic and startup the intercom.

20:08, ███████ Black Site Runway A3

The Type 23 Heavy Transport Designated C999 would touch down and come to a stop after landing, followed by the Two Type 53 Escort Jets designated Warlock One and Two. Almost immediately after C999 Powered down their engines the ramp would drop and around Eighty Men in Territorial Uniforms would step out, pushing out with them Fifty People in White Jumpsuit, each have a unique three digit number on the jumpsuit. They would be lined up on a nearby wall as Thirty more men in Territorial Uniforms would run it to secure the prisoners. Then the Base’s speakers would power up, for half a second there was only static through it, then it would clear up. “This is Base Commander Presuki, the Night of Silence is in effect. Terminate all prisoners immediately.” The Speaker would power down as the prisoners would look at each other, panicking as the Soldiers raised their rifles and opened fire. After half a dozen seconds of Gun Fire the Soldiers would cease fire and Thirty of them would run into nearby buildings, moving from cell block to cell block killing any prisoners they find with surgical precession. Twenty more men would enter the base’s underground cell blocks are clear it of all prisoners. The process of cleaning the house would last twenty minutes and forty seconds in all.

20:15, The Royal Palace

The Helicopter would touch on one of many of the Palace's Helipads. The doors would slide open and the two Enlisted Men would drag the blanket coveted body out of the Helicopter and inside the palace proper, the female officer would step out and stare at the night sky, very much so frustrated about the day’s events.

The Commander of the Royal Guard, General Ho’thai would be standing behind the front gate, watching as a crowd of concerned citizens would form. He would make a one hundred and eighty degree turn and walk towards the palace proper. After three minutes of walking he would reach it where he would see a camera crew set up at the front of the palace proper where a speaking podium would be. He would sigh as he would wait for the camera crew to finish before standing behind the podium, visibly sad. All across the nation a emergency broadcast would be played, General Ho’thai standing at a podium, silent before finally speaking up. “It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you, the people, that the Head of State, our beloved Prince Ratsami Chaisurivirat has passed. A mourning period of one month shall be instated. The Twin Heirs to the Throne, Prince Heir Vhansiri and Princess Heir Kảlị are still studying abroad in the Caliphate. . . We shall insure their safe return to the nation so that they can be crowned after the mourning period. This is a dark day for all of Khaw Si Khaw, good night.” The broadcast would end and the the General would let out a audible sigh as he would step away from the speaking podium and make his way into the palace.

[Khaw Si Khaw]

October Second, 01:00, The Royal Palace

General Ho’thai is sitting down on a couch in one of the many halls of the Palace, he had his face in his hands, not sure about how the General populace would react to this shocking news. The general populace had always known that the Prince has medical problems but officials had always told them that it was nothing to worry about and that the Prince would be fine after treatment. Now that the Prince is dead the Democratic Faction might attempt to push for a it establishment of a democratic system or the abolishment of the monarchy, hopefully the morning period would buy enough time for the loyalists to gather and for the Heirs to return. “This is a absolute disaster . . .” The General would sigh before raising his head from his hands and noticing a Female Officer in a Territorial Uniform walking towards him. “Thanks for bringing the body here I guess, at least we can bury him. Good to see you again Achara.” She would sit down next to him “It’s a pleasure to meet you again General.” The General would look over to her and smile before remembering what her job was. The General would ask bluntly. “What did you guys do to the medical team.” The Young woman would respond almost immediately as she has been conditioned. “They were terminated for their failure to save our precious Prince.” Ho’thai would sigh and shake his head, being glad that he was never part of her unit. “God, you OWLs are blood thirsty. But I suppose we can’t blame you for that, knowing how you guys became that way.” Achara wouldn’t respond for a couple seconds. “They failed to save the Prince and allowed him to die, we just gave them the appropriate punishment for a failure of that magnitude.” The General would stand up, looking down at her. “Come on, it’s time to bury our Prince. . .” Achara would nod as that was a order and stand up too.

01:05, ███████ Black Site Runway A3

The Colonel Presuki would be standing on the runway staring at the sky as the northern breeze blew heavy that night. He would sigh as he would look back and see a Fireteam of Four of the soldiers who were in the Territorial uniforms approaching. “Hmm, what is it Soldiers?” The Officer of the Fireteam would speak up but not before saluting. “Colonel, all the prisoners have been terminated. Do we have authorization to perform Phase Two?”The Colonel would wait a few seconds before finally nodding. The Officer would nod back and grab his wireless transmitter. “All Personnel of OWL unit who are on this frequency you are ordered to terminate all non essential personnel immediately. Over.”Almost immediately the Base was once again filled with gun fire as the soldiers surgically terminated the personnel who were not essentially for the base to continue operating. The Colonel would make a one hundred and eighty degree turn as he would head back to his personnel office in the Command Bunker. He would reach the door to his Office and notice that the door was slightly open. “Before you kill me at least let me finish my whiskey.” The Door would be fully opened from the inside as a soldier revealed himself from the corner of the room, keeping his sidearm aimed at the Colonel. “Colonel, alcohol is haram and thus prohibited.” The Soldier would say calmly as if he wasn’t here to kill the Colonel. “I don’t care, I simply you grant me my final request before you murder me.” “Fine. . .” The Soldier would respond as he continued to keep his pistol aimed at the Colonel just Incase he tried to escape his fate. Presuki would walk over to his mahogany work desk and take a seat on his swivel chair, opening the whiskey bottle on his desk. “You know I got this bottle when I graduated from the Office’s Academy when I was Eighteen. I have been saving it for a special occasion. You know I had been hoping to be promoted this year but this is how this ends. Twelve Years of my life, spent in the Air Force, I haven’t even seen my wife in two years since I was stationed at this base and this is how I am rewarded?” The soldier would not respond as he simply allowed the Colonel to ramble. The Colonel would sigh as it seemed that the assassin wasn’t gonna participate in the conversation. “I guess it doesn’t matter. . . this is where it ends for me. . .” Presuki would open ip the whiskey and pour himself a shot with his left hand, his left hand was under his desk. “Unless. . .” Presuki would pull out his service pistol from one of the compartments of his desk and aim it at the Assassin, firing at shot that hit him in the soldier before he himself was shot in the head. “Mother Fucker!” The Assassin would yell in pain as the Colonel’s Lifeless corpse fell upon the carpet floor and his blood soaked into the carpet. The assassin would walk over to the body and put one more shot into Presuki’s head, then another, then another, then the entire magazine. Well the Colonel was certainly dead. . . The Assassin would place his sidearm back in its holster and clutch his wound, walking out of the Command Bunker towards the entrance of the bunker, greeted by the Light of the midnight moon.

01:15, The Royal Palace Burial Ground

The Graveyard would be almost completely silent except for the sounds of crickets despite being packed with almost one hundred government and military officials, leading the precession was General Ho’thai, he was one of the most respected military officers due to him not only maintaining security at the borders in his younger years but also because he is a descendant of General Ho’thai of the Army of East back in the Sisyphus Wars. A grave had already been dug for the Prince, without breaking the silence a group of four officers in dress uniforms places the Prince’s body in the grave before starting to shovel dirt into the grave to fill it. As this happened a Imam was reading the Quran as the funeral occurred, breaking the silence. “Bismillaahir, Rahmaanir Raheem, Alhamdu lillaahi Rabbil 'aalameen, Ar-Rahmaanir-Raheem, Maaliki Yawmid-Deen, Iyyaaka na'budu wa lyyaaka nasta'een, Ihdinas-Siraatal-Mustaqeem, Siraatal-lazeena, an'amta 'alaihim ghayril-maghdoobi 'alaihim wa lad-daaalleen.” After five minutes of shoveling the grave would be filled, Ho’thai would walk up to the Imam and place his hand on his shoulders nodding to him to signal that it was time. The Imam would stop reading and Ho’thai would stand erect. “Today we mourn the loss of our dear Prince. Now we just keep the peace until the late Princess’ Twin Daughter and Son return to the Homeland. . . What we do in the coming days will determine the future of this country.” Achara would pull out her service pistol and fire a shoot in the air, everyone in attendance would follow shoot and empty their magazines into the air.

07:30, The Streets of Chaiama

The Streets are flooded with people, no cars can get through. Most of the people are mourning but some of them are using this as a chance to cause change. A group of at least two thousand are heading towards the Royal Palace, holding signs calling for democracy and chanting that they will not be silenced. As they march through the city they only grow in numbers as they enthusiastic youth from the Chaiama Royal University join in. The City Garrison has been on high alert as it seems that one wrong move might cause this march to become a riot. Military Helicopter follow the crowds from above, in one Helicopter would be Achara and Ho’thai. “This is looking bad, very bad. We can’t put it down by force. . . Maybe it will just blow over.” She would say with a little bit of hope in her voice. Ho’thai stares at the crowds from the window of the slide door of the helicopter. “At least they aren’t calling for the removal of the monarchy, if worst comes to worst we might have to make a compromise with them. . . I just hope they don’t break into the palace, only Field Marshall Ponam is there with his Company. . “ They were now hovering over the city center where several huge TVs that played patriotic music and news were. They saw that the crowd was even bigger here and the local police pulling out of the center to a better position. Then suddenly the TVs went out for a second and the news were replaced with a live broadcast from the Throne Room of the Royal Palace, Field Marshal Ponam was sitting on one of the thrones, then he spoke. “I am Field Marshal Ponam, for too long has our nation been under the control of weak and vassilating Monarchs who have been the puppets of groups of interest. I say no more! I declare myself Emperor of this land I declare the First Lan Na Empire! Those who oppose me will be meant will no mercy and thus who support me will met with gifts and gratitude.” Then the Broadcast was taken down. Now everyone was pissed, the units who were guarding the palace from the protestors turned around and faced their weapons towards the palace, abandoning their positions and moving towards the palace where they met small arms fire from the Field Marshal’s Company of Traitors. The Loyalists feel back to a position out of the traitor’s range to wait for orders.

08:00, Chaiama Royal University

General Ho’thai and loyalist commanders sat in a make shift conference room that was once a study hall. In walked in Chairman Phyrakum Joulim, the leader of the Democratic Coalition, he was visibly angry. “I won’t stand for this!”He would yell, audibly pissed. “This is not only undemocratic but a selfish traitorous move. He has not only betrayed the military but the trust of the entire country.” He would slam his hands on the oak desk. “Why would he do something Luke this?!?” General Ho’Thai would speak up. “My Troops May outnumber him Ten to one but he knows that we won’t risk storming the palace at the fear of damaging it. He thinks we will have to accept his declaration, in a coded message that our men were able to decipher we have leaned that the Eighth Territorial Division is on his side and they will be here in twenty four hours.” Joulim would look even more frustrated. “As Chairman if the League if Democratic Lan Na I would like to propose a offer.” Ho’thai would be surprised. “What might you have in mind?” The chairman would take a breath before speaking. “A coalition. . . We will limit our demands as long as you take down that power hungry son of a bitch.” Ho’Thai would smile. “Well what exactly are you demands?” “The establishment of a Democratic & law making House of Representatives and the elected position of a Executive Officer.” The Chairman would state. The General would lean in. “We will accept as long as the Prince as Princess have Veto power over the executive officer and the the House.” The Chairman would spend half a minute pondering before nodding. “Fine. . .”The Chairman would exit the room but not before shacking Ho’thai’s hand. Once he was out of the room Achara would whisper in the generals ear. “Why would you accept that?” The General would sigh and say. “If the Democratic league wanted to they would have overrun both us and the traitors. It was our only choice.” Achara would nod. “I see. . .” Ho’thai would then stand up. “Now it is time to get to work.”

23:00, The Royal Palace

The loyalist has been Brain Storming for hours before finally coming up with what they thought was the best plan that they could pull off before the Eighth territorial Division would arrive. The Loyalist has brought in the First Platoon of the Seventh Territorial Chemical Weapons Division’s Alpha Company. General Ho’thai would be watching the Palace from a helicopter. He would pick up his radio and hold down the transmitter. “Lieutenant, are your men in position?” A voice would enthusiastically respond. “Yes, Sir we have snuck onto the roof. We were able to take out the roof guards quietly, they should not know that we are here. Sir” The General would breathe a sigh of relief. “Excellent, Operation Burning Winds is a go.” The Lieutenant would then signal to his platoon to pump the nerve agent into the palace. In went in a experiential chemical agent into and through the air vents of the palace. Over the course of three Minutes the entire palace would be filled with the chemical weapon. Once the Soldiers double checked that their suits were sealed they moved into the Palace, finding piles of bodies. The agent had excelled at its job, they found no living traitors in the palace. They came to the throne room and found the traitorous Field Marshal Dead by the Gas, the express on his gas was that of pure terror. They team used the camera equipment that was already there to send a love broadcast throughout the entire nation that the Traitor was dead and calling for the Eighth Territorial Division to surrender.

[Khaw Si Khaw]

October Third, 01:07, Highway 7C, One Hour Away from Chaiama

A column of Armored Personnel Carriers and Infantry Fighting Vehicles have stopped on Highway 7C that leads to the Capital Chaiama, the city outskirts are clearly visible from the highest ramp. In the lead Armored Personnel Carriers sits Ilakuron Hounhot, Commander of the Eighth Territorial Infantry Division. He stares at his cellular device, constantly replaying the broadcast where the first platoon of the Seventh Infantry Division called for their surrender. He pondered for minutes on end on the possible outcomes that could come out from his surrender. He was extremely nervous as he has a high possibility of getting shot for his treason, maybe just maybe if he surrenders himself the Loyalists will have mercy on him and perhaps even allow him to keep his post, maybe if he says that he was actually on their side the entire time and that he was coming to the Capital to help if that works they might even promote him for his exceptional loyalty, but they probably already knew about his messages to the traitorous Marshal, he would sigh as he though of more possibilities. He thought to himself until he had noticed that his vehicle had stopped. He opened the door to go check on what’s the hold up only to see his Second in Command, the Barely Eighteen Year Old Lieutenant Colonel Tomner best friend of the Prince Heir (that’s why he is such a rank at such a age), and two squads of his own men aiming their service rifles him. Before the Commander would get a word out the Lieutenant Colonel with his head held high would speak up. “Commander, you are hereby charged with treason against the state, the punishment for such is death. God has a special place in Hell for oath breakers.” The Commander would be shocked that his own Lieutenant would betray him. “What do you think you are doing Tomner?!?” “My honor is loyalty. . .” Tomner would say before squeezing the trigger on his Ambi Rifle, shooting the Commander in the head. The rest of the squad would open fire on everyone else in the Armored Personnel Carrier. Then Tomner with his head held high would take out his radio from its pouch and hit the transmitter. “All Officers of the Eighth Territorial Infantry Division leave your arms where they are and surrender to the Nearest Loyalist Position, the Commander killer himself. It’s over we have no hope.”

02:10, Chaiama Royal Palace

Men of the City Garrison in CNB Suits and the men of the Seventh Infantry Division would be cleaning the palace of the nerve agent and all the excess of battle, blood, spent shells of bullets, bodies, and everything else in between. General Ho’thai would be watching the process as he stared at the cleanup effort he would hear the all too familiar sound of a Armored Personnel Carrier driving on the Asphalt of the Palace’s Road. Ho’thai would turn around to look behind him, there was Tomner. The Greying General would smile, knowing thatseeknb the Lieutenant Colonel meant that his gamble actually worked. Tomner would run up and quickly salute the General. “At ease.” Ho’thai would say, smiling softly at the Young Man as he ceased to salute. “Now I see why the Prince Heir likes you so much.” The Young Lieutenant Colonel would nod in appreciation upon this most gracious compliment. “Thank you Sir! . . . Sir, may I inquire if Lady Weiyr is safe?” Ho’thai gives the Lieutenant Colonel a bit of a suspicious stare but relents. “Yeah, she is in the Royal Hotel. . .” He was confused about why he would ask with suspicion about his intents as Lady Weiyr is to be bethroved to the Prince Regent. “I trust that you are gonna check up on her for the sake of the Prince Regent, am I correct Colonel?” Tomner would nod. “Of course Sir, I must inquire with her on how we are supposed to welcome back the twins.” The Lieutenant Colonel would give a quick salute and the General would return it. Tomner would then release himself of the salute and start walking towards the Chaiama Royal Hotel. The General would turn back towards the palace, contemplating about how much it will cost to get the blood out of the carpets of the Palace.

Chaiama Royal Hotel

The Lobby of the Hotel was quite busy, with workers from the Royal Palace having fled there once the live broadcast was . . . broadcasted. At the receptionist desk was another one of the Prince Regent’s friends, Sir Kalahad one of the most recent Graduates from the Royal Officers Academy due to his friendship with the Prince and his natural initiative he was able to gain the Rank of Colonel despite only being eight months older than the Prince Regent himself, also it helps that his sister Lady Weiyr is engaged to the Prince Regent. Kalahad had always been the most lawfully pure of the circle of friends, also the most religious, his unwillingness to do something wrong for the greater good is what keeps him at the rank of Major unlike Tomner. Kalahad would be trying to convince the local security officer to hire some Isatoshian Mercenaries until the Situation has resolved itself or has been resolved, this was due to him being extremely concerned about his sister’s safety, for one is engaged to the Prince Regent and the other is engaged to Sir Kai. The Security Officer says that the Army can handle anything that might happen, hell the Territorials were even able to take down the pretender within twenty four hours. For Sir Tomner would attempt to just kinda walk over to the elevator to avoid Kalahad, the purest of them all. This would work and the elevator would arrive, though a familiar face was in it, another one of the Circle of Friends. For it was Sir Kai of the Rank of Colonel, the Commander of the Twenty First Territorial Armored Division, Kai was perhaps the most aggressive and the best tactical out of them all which would explain him being the highest rank of the Circle, of course not including the Prince Regent himself. Kai would smile upon seeing his friend. “Ah, Tomner. It’s is good to see that you are still alive. I heard about your work in the Eighth, looks like this situation will finally blow over.” Tomner would smile and nod. “It actually seems like things are going our way.” Tomner would give a quick salute before Kai would step out and allow Tomner in the elevator, Tomner would then walk into the elevator and hit the button to the twenty first floor. Tomner would breathe a sigh of relief as the door of the elevator would shut, he was finally alone hopefully no one else would see him- the elevator door would open as the elevator would arrive at the twenty first floor and standing at it would be Sir Kawen of the Rank Lieutenant Colonel, the most Valorous of Prince’s Circle of Friends. He would be surprised to see Tomner here, he was expecting that Tomner would be at the Division headquarters. “Oh. . . Hey Tomner, what a pleasant surprise seeing you here, Friend.” Tomner would start thinking that this was just starting to get ridiculous by now and just smiling while nodding. “It’s nice to see you again friend, anyways I got to gooo.” He would say as he would just kinda walk out of the elevator as Kawen would step into the elevator. Kawen would wave with some suspicion as the elevator doors would close. Tomner would let out a sigh of relief as the doors would close and he would turn around, and begin walking down the halls. He would be searching for room 2121, then he would find 2120 then he turned the corner to see Sir Xumongkh of the Rank Major, the most depressing bit dependable of the Prince’s Circle of close friends. Tomner would be wondering if this was a sign or something due to him constantly running into these speed bumps, he would put on a somewhat genuine smile and wave at him. Xumongkh would look up with some hesitation, he looks like his usual depressed self. “Hey Tomner. . . Nice to see you are alive.” He would walk past the Lieutenant Colonel and head towards the elevator. “Stay safe man. . .” Tomner would say, actually pretty concerned about his mental state. Now, he is finally at room 2121, he would knock on the door and a familiar female voice would respond. “One Second!” The Door would open and there would be Lady Weiyr, in a fine dress. “Oh hello there Sir Tomner~. Would you like to come in for some tea~?” She would pull him into the room and lock the door.

(OOC, okay so I’m introducing a lot of new characters so I’m gonna just give a brief description of them all.

Prince Regent Vhansirione
Vhansirione is one of the two heirs to the throne of the Principality of Khaw Si Khaw and Nephew to the former Prince. He is almost Seventeen Years of age and is engaged to one Lord Kalahad’s Sister. He is fairly shy but has proven himself to be quite intelligent and competent in Previous matters. He has a close group of friends that form the Order of Uriel, a knightly order to protecting both humans his twin sister, since they are the heirs to the Throne, the Princess Regent Chansiri. He is currently studying in the Caliphate of Kanadorika.

Princess Regent Kảlị
Phailin is one of the two heirs to the throne of the Principality of Khaw Si Khaw and niece to the former Prince. She is almost Seventeen Years of Age and has a close relationship work both of Lord Kalahad’s Sisters that are engaged. She is quite intelligent and is the physical personification of sunshine, she is rarely if ever seen not studying. She is currently studying in the Caliphate.

Lieutenant Colonel Tomner
Tomner is one of the Prince’s best of friends of the Prince Regent and a member of the Order of Uriel. He is the most talented of the entire Order and is “the strongest” of the Order. He has gained the rank of Lieutenant Colonel due to his close relationship with the Prince Regent and because of the aforementioned skills. He is one of the oldest of the Order and is Eighteen.

Major Kalahad
Kalahad is the most religiously devout of the Order and is usually referred to as Kalahad the Zealot. He has a strong sense of justice and law. Kalahad’s has two sisters that are important, one who is engaged to the Prince Regent and the Other is engaged to Sir Tomner. Kalahad is quite the tactical mastermind and friend of the Prince Regent but he isn’t willing to break the rules of war and waste lives which explains why he is only a Major. Kalahad is Seventeen turning eighteen.

Major Xumongkh
Xumongkh is the most depressing of the Order of Uriel, for he has quite the depressing sad.for his Mother and Father (who were Khochasi) died while he was three due to a IRD incident. He was adopted by the Order of Uriel. He is a pretty good logistical officer and has been instrumental in organizing several high profile operations. He is Seventeen and a Half Years of Age.

Lieutenant Colonel Kawen
Kawen is the most valorous of the Order of Uriel. He isn’t the most special of the group, he isn’t as strong as Tomner, isn’t as pure or religious as Kalahad, and isn’t as much as a silent genius as Xumongkh. He is a Lieutenant Colonel due to his jack of all trade deal. He just turned Eighteen.

Colonel Kai
Kai is the most aggressive of the Order of Uriel and the highest ranked. He has proved himself in the the Twenty First Territorial Armored Division as a Tank Commander, having been instrumental in a Border Skirmish when he and his Platoon under his Command held down a enemy Battalion for two entire days, proving his skill as a Commander. He is Eighteen and a Half Years of Age.

4:35, Lan Na embassy in the Isatoshian Capital

Ambassador Nipit would be packing up a suit case in his office, stuffing expensive cigarettes into the case before shutting it. “Okay, I think I got everything.” The Ambassador would mumble to himself before picking up the phone on his desk and placing it into the deep pockets of his coat. He would walk over to the exit of his office and turn off the lights of the room. He would stroll down the halls of the embassy, eventually reaching the front door, he would unlock it and open the door. Then the Alarm would go off, he would sigh as he had forgotten to disarm the system before he had left. As the alarmed blared he would walk over to the alarm system’s control panel and punch in the code. The alarm would shit off and the receptionist would raise their head from the reception desk and look at the Ambassador. “Again?” The Ambassador would nod and kinda chuckle a bit. “Well do you know when you are gonna be back?” the Receptionist would ask, a bit sleepily. “I’ll be back in three. . . Maybe four days, got orders from the Homeland. Well anyways gotta go, Phyraum is in charge until I’m back!” The Ambassador would say as he walked out and slammed the door. Out beyond the embassy’s gate there was a taxi waiting for him. “This is gonna be a long ride. . . “ he would say to himself as he entered the taxi cab.

06:05, ███████ Black Site

The Assassin would be sitting in one of the many seats of a heavy transport plane as a Medic was tending to his gunshot wound on his shoulder. Outside of the Transport Plane there were around Two Hundred Men it the OWL Unit cleaning up the facility, some were doing traditional cleaning, some were gathering bodies and putting them in a pile to burn, and some were taking stock of the base’s resources, their job had just begin. They were to act as a quick response Force just in case anything went wrong in the heartland or at the border of the Principality. One of the men who were checking the Base’s stockpile noticed that they were missing something, it took them hours to go through everything only to notice that the half of the base’s stockpile of MANPADS (Man Portable Air Defense System), this was bad, very very bad. The man would run up to the Air Traffic Control Tower where the Commander of this Operation was kicking it since the Air Traffic Control Tower’s Air Conditioner System was active working a good portion of the base since some Engineer accidentally damaged the bunker’s air conditioning system. The Soldier would bust through the door where his commander would be sitting in a swivel chair while staring at the radar. “Sir I got bad news!” The Commander would swivel around and look at the Soldier “What is it Private?!?” “Sir half of the base’s MANPADS are missing.” the Commander would be shocked “Oh fuck! Search through the base’s CCTV and find out where they went!” The Soldier would quickly salute before running out.

[Khaw Si Khaw]

Chaiama, Youth for Democratic Socialism HQ, October Sixth 20:00
On Marx Street there would be a manor sized house, this house was the de facto Headquarters of the Youth for Democratic Socialism Student movement, there were Dozens upon dozens of cars parked on the street, on the grass, in the driveways, wherever there were could possibly parked. From the street one could tell that there was one hell of a party involved there as there were blindingly flashing lights visibly emanating from the head quarters and obnoxiously loud music coming from it. Down the street, nearly four hundred yards away there was a black SUV, parked on the opposite side of the street but it’s engines still running, it’s hazard lights blinking. One would not be able to see inside the SUV as it’s windows were completely tinted back, where one could only see their own reflection if they attempted to look inside it, there also was no license plate strangely enough.

Inside the SUV itself there were two people in particular, a man in his late twenties, in a two piece completely black suit with pitch black sunglasses on despite it almost nearing midnight, he say at the Driver Front side. The other individual, that being a girl who looks like she had just graduated high school and just entering college, she would be wearing a black dress with black stockings, both as black as the night sky if there were no stars nor the moon, she sat at the passenger front side of the car. The man would look at his watch on his right arm before looking over to the girl, muttering. “It is time. . .” The man would say, completely calm as the girl would look back over at him and nod, unlocking her door as she would then open the door outwards into the illumination of the moon in the night sky. She would step out onto the road pavement, her high heels pushing down onto it. She would slam the door behind it as she would make her way to the back, at the trunk. She would hit the button on the trunk, unlocking it, with that she would throw open the trunk upwards. Revealing a long rectangular weapon case, she would flip up the hatches of the case as she would pull out a Type 20 Enhanced Intermediate Ambi Rifle, with that she would pull out a three point sling, attaching it to the Ambi Rifle, throwing them sling over herself, the Rifle now hanging off of her now. She would then pull out a-hundred round drum magazine, the hardened polymer feeling rugged on her smooth exposed hand. She would then slam the drum magazine into the magwell of the Ambi Rifle, then pulling back the charging handle of it and releasing it back to the Rifle, chambering a round. She would then pull out three more magazines from the weapons case, this time they were if the forty round variety. She would hold them to herself as she strapped it behind her garterbelt. She would then shut the weapons case, locking the hatches as a cold breeze would flow, making her shiver a tad as she would then push the weapon case back further into the trunk. She would slam the trunk of the SUV shut, the cold breeze of the night making her shiver as she did so, then she would slowly walk over to the passenger side door, her heels not seeming to inhibit her at all.

She would knock on the tinted window three times at a quick pace before the SUV would quickly drive off at a fast speed, getting out of the neighborhood. She would then slowly make her way over to the Headquarters party, getting there in a minute and a half, going up the steps to the front door before knocking on the door. She would ready the Ambi Rifle to her shoulder, preparing to quick aim it at whoever opens the door. A suspenseful half a minute would pass by as no one answered, her hands would soon become sweaty out of the anxiety of this but she would calm herself as she saw that the knob would begin to turn and soon the door would swing open, the culprit behind this was a clearly drink man, seemingly a senior in the local college, he would have the Red Rose, the symbol of the Democratic Socialists, pinned on his shirt. He would look at her for a few seconds before finally comprehending the situation, he would quickly throw his hands in the air as the girl would aim the Ambi Rifle at his center mass. A shot would ring out as the recoil of the rifle would push back into her shoulder, the hot shell of brash ejecting itself from the rifle itself, flinging into a nearby fly trap. The man would fall to the ground, screaming in pain and pleading as she would then move forward, aiming the barrel of the rifle at his head before quickly squeezing the trigger as another shot would ring out as she would brace the recoil, one more she’ll flying out onto the front porch of the Head Quarters. She would then step over the dead, lifeless body into the main lobby, then switch the firing mode from varying (semi auto) to monotonous (fully-automatic), taking aim at the crowd that had begun to gather at the sound of the two gunshots.


Chaiama Royal Palace, 20:06
There in one of the many labyrinthian hallways of the Royal Palace would be General Ho’thai, walking on the red carpet that stretched the entire Royal Palace, looking over several documents as he did so. So distracted he was about his documents he would not be able to hear the quick running of feet behind him, well that was at least the case until the running was right behind him. The General would look behind himself and see a territorial half a foot behind himself, brandishing a Bayonet, the Territorial would jump on the General, knocking him to the ground. As the territorial would raise the bayonet on bring it down upon the General, stabbing him in the neck. He would raise it again and bring it down, again, again, again, then again. Soon the General was very much dead, his blood sinking into red carpet, absolutely ruining the prestige flooring. The Territorial would then stand up from the blood drenched floor, as Two Territorials would come around from a corner, weapons aimed at the assassin. The Assassin would then turn towards the two, knife still in his hand. “Drop the knife!” One of the Territorials would yell as he knelt down on one knee to take a firing position. The Assassin would then start running towards the two, a good twenty feet away.

The Territorial who has taken the position would then fire, a hail of three bullets ripping through the air into the assassin’s torso twice then once in the head, instantly killing the Assassin. The Two Territorials would then look at each other before slowly approaching the two bodies on the ground, one keeping his Ambi rifle trained on the assassin just in case he wasn’t actually dead, no matter how unlikely that scenario may be. The other however would make his way over to the second body, the one with at least twelve stabbing wounds to the head. the Territorial would nod be able to identify the body before reaching over to the dog tag, yanking it off of the neck and reading it, whispering to himself as he did so. “Ho’thai . . . . “ It would take a few seconds for the realization to come to him before he would yell out towards the other. “Call a medic, it is Ho’Thai!” “Oh shit!” The Other would yell out as she would unsnap his radio from his chest and pull the microphone to his mouth. “This is Junior Lieutenant Kurusarttra! We got a breach, General Ho’thai has been assassinated and the assassin has been neutralized Mc we need a medic!” He would yell over the radio as he would then flip over the dead assassin reaching for his dog tags, he would be able to pull it of the dead man’s neck as he would examine what it said. Sergeant Kulit of the Operational Weapons Legion, Territorials. The Junior Lieutenant would be quite confused as he would look over towards the other Territorial, asking. “Any idea what the hell is an Operational Weapons Legion??” The Junior Lieutenant would ask with audible confusion and panic in his voice. “Can say I do Sir!” The Enlisted Territorial would have more on his mind as he would attempt to stop the bleeding on the General’s many a neck wounds. After thirty seconds a man of the Territorials’ Medical Korp would come running down the hallway towards the scene. “Thank God!” The Junior Lieutenant would let out with audible relief as the Medic would rush over to the General, taking one look over at him, without skipping a beat the Medic would say. “He is dead.” The Hallway would be filled with uncomfortable silence as more Territorials would come rushing in, their guns aimed at everyone else. Their uniform was not of the Territorials’ standard but rather of an urban camo, they also did not carry the standard 7.62x51 Ambi Rifles but rather the Intermediate Ambi Rifles. The Junior Lieutenant would look over to them, “Put those guns down! The Assassin has been pacified already.”

He would say while looking over to the new squad. However the new people would not lower their weapons but would rather keep them trained on the Territorials. Then suddenly the squad would open fire, only firing in controlled burst against the medics and the two Territorials, soon after just a few seconds they would all be dead on the floor, a single gunshot wound against their chest and one more against their head, execution style. The Squad leader would then check over all five total bodies in total, collecting all of the dog tags from the bodies before grabbing the transceiver of their radio set, calmly speaking into it. “Operation Eve is a go, the Golden Eagle has been eliminated.” He would then turn over to the rest of the squad. “Okay Owls! It’s time to clean house.” The Squad lead would say as he would hit the magazine release on his Ambi Rifle, slamming in another magazine into the mag well of the Ambi Rifle as the original magazine would fall to the floor, just a couple inches from the late General’s head.

Chaiama, Youth for Democratic Socialism HQ, October Sixth 20:00
The clear glassdoor to the back porch of the manor would slide open as the girl would step out, first the right heel, then the left heel, gently stepping down onto the wooden porch. She would then turn around and gently close the door behind her. She would walk over to the picket fence line and jump in, her blood drenched dress leaving a very clear blood stain on the part she climbed over. She would then be in the backyard of a neighboring manor, she would then begin to walk, walk for three minutes straight before reaching the front of the new manor. She would then stand in the middle of the road as the police sirens blare in the background. She would look up at the starry night sky for a few seconds before headlights from a car behind her would illuminate her and her blood covered dress, she would look behind her to see the car. It was the black SUV, she would let out a sigh of relief as she walked over to the SUV, the SUV slowly driving over to her to meet her half way. Once she was in front of it she would stroll over to the passenger front side door and pull it open, walking in and taking her seat once again. She would slam the car door and take the sling off of herself and toss the ambi rifle in the back seat of the car. The man would not say anything to her, not even looking at her, he just started driving away, the sirens coming closer as several police patrol cars would steam forward past the SUV, responding to the hundreds of calls to the police station about a shooting. He would then finally speak up, “You are gonna have to pay to get the blood out of that seat.”

He would say, clearly jokingly as he attempted to stiffen his laughter. The girl started to giggle too. “That was one hell of a distraction, kid. Looks like the entire Police Department is on its way.” The man would add ontop. She would then nod happily, “Tha- thank you Sir.” The man would simply nod back, continuing to keep his focus on driving, heading to the center of the city over the course of fifteen minutes, nearly a hundred police cruisers steaming past them over that time period with their blinding blue with red flashing lights and their (ear) ringing inducing sirens. Eventually the two would arrive to their destination, the royal palace. At the front gate were two guards in urban camouflage and balaclava, they would halt the car and motioned for the driver to lower down the window since it is completely tinted black. The man would indeed lower it down fully, the Guard would then ask. “Identification?” The Man would nod before taking off his dog tags from his neck and handing it over to the guard. Colonel Prem, Operational Weapons Legion. After reading it the guard would hand it back and give a quick salute, stating. “It is good to have you back Sir.” The Colonel would give a nonchalant salute back before saying. “At ease Soldier.” The other guard would open the metal gate for the SUV as the Colonel would drive in once the pathway was clear, driving up to the front of the Palace there would be Soldiers (in the urban uniform) zipping up body bags and lining them up neatly horizontally on the curb. The Colonel would let out a sigh of relief as he would hit the breaks, then moving his right hand over to the stick, positioning it to the parking gear. The Colonel would then look over to the girl, “Welp, tonight seemed to be quite successful.” He would then hit the unlock master button on the driver side control panel, then unbucking himself and using his right hand once more to pull up the parking break of the SUV. His right hand then returned to his side as he used his other hand to open the door for himself, on the opposite side of the car the girl would do the same, both would step out onto the curb, the Colonel a few feet left of the body bags. A officer of the soldiers would walk over to the Colonel and give a respectful salute, “Colonel, I am happy to report that the Purge has gone swimmingly, but one casuality was sustained unfortunately.” As he finished the report the Officer would retain his salute, the major would nod towards himself.

“Unfortunate . . . but still good results.’” The Colonel would then turn his gaze towards the officer. “At ease soldier.” The Colonel would say, the Officer would then stop saluting him and place both hands behind his back, holding them together. The Girl would start walking over to the Driver’s Side of the SUV, leaning against the front of the SUV as the two talked. The Officer’s eyes would then turn towards her, his eyes strained on her blood drenched dress. “On further news Sir, the Police Department is now searching for our ‘shooter’. The National Guard has set up roadblocks in the area of it and have begun going house to house searching for her, they have no clue.” The Colonel would crack a smile. “Well now isn’t that just delightful news. .” The Colonel would turn around from facing the Officer towards the girl. “You should go wash yourself and get some sleep, it has been a long night for you.” She would not respond verbally but rather stop leaning against the SUV and nod towards the Colonel, stepping onto the curb, directly next to a bodybag. She would then stroll into the entrance hall of the Royal Palace, the Guards there giving her very weird looks. Both the Colonel and the officer would watch her as she walked away, once she was out of sight the Colonel would once again speak up, taking a deep breathe before hand. “Any word from Achara?” He would ask, audibly nervous about the situation regarding her. The Officer would then nod, looking back at the Colonel. “Yes Sir.” He would take a deep breath before stating. “Yes actually. Achara has begun looking into the missing manpads and the current speculation is that the armory officer had been selling them to some Warlords in Treko, we probably will never be getting them back.” The Officer would finish as the Colonel would visibly sigh, rubbing the temple of his head. “This is bad. . . really really bad.” The Colonel would say to no one in particular as he would let out a frustrated groan. “If Drevazyk finds the weapons they are gonna think that we are supplying the warlords.” The Officer would then speak up with a proposed solution. “Sir, it might just be for the best if we just inform the Drevazyk Government about this. . .” The Colonel would immediately shake his head. “No, no, no. It would make the Armed Forces seem corrupt and untrustworthy. If word about that gets linked to the Kanadorikans then they would not be able to trust us with the Sabers and the Auxiliary Technology.” The Officer would nod in agreement, the Colonel would clasp his hands together. “Okay, we will call Achara in the morning and figure something out. We do not want to do anything without the full picture and certainly do not want to act without the Crown so after the crowning ceremony tomorrow we will inform them (the Prince and the Princess) of the options.” The officer would nod.

“Understood, Sir.” The Officer would say before the Colonel would then be walking towards the entrance hall, absolutely exhausted from the day’s planning and activities, before the Colonel could enter he would turn around and look back at the Officer. “I am gonna get some rest, I suggest you do the same.” The Colonel would then enter the entrance hall, out of sight. The Officer would look at the surrounding guards and state. “I am going to my quarters, your shift has ended and the second shift will take your place.” The Guards would then filter out of the front entrance and into the palace itself, relieved to be getting some rest. Due to the extreme size of the royal palace it has nearly a thousand bedrooms, certainly enough to give the Officers of the Legion Individual rooms and the enlisted men amble common sleeping arrangements. Soon it was only the Officer left at the front entrance, he would look around the immediate area to see if anyone else was nearby, no one. The Officer would then proceed to pull out a cell phone from his chest rig, he would put in the password then dialing a number. He would then proceed to place the phone against his right ear, it would ring for a couple seconds before being answered. The Officer would then speak. “Get me a line to Strasser, I got news to pass.”

The Western Border, Strasserite HQ, October Seventh 02:00
Just a few miles from the Western Border of the Serene Principality the Headquarters of the Strasserite Clique was in a panic, the Paramilitary of the Group being on high alert on both the perimeter, the nearby forest, and of course the weapon armory of the group. In the meeting room of the Headquarters there would sit all the important members of the Clique, waiting for Strasser since they had all received an email from Strasser for an emergency meeting. The room would be filled with an anxious tension that was always present at these sort of meetings due to the contradicting personalities and ideals of the High Ranking Members of the Islamo-Syndicalist Party. Then suddenly, the doors to the room would swing open as Strasser would walk in confidently, flanked by two guards. Strasser was wearing a traditional loose islamic gown with the color of black with a matching niqab of the same color tone. All eyes would turn to her as Strasser walked to the front of the long and rectangular meeting table. Strasser would lean over the table, placing her hands on the edge of the table for support. “I just got a call. The caller gave me some very, very, useful information.” She would stare down everyone in the room. “Everyone hear about the shooting on Marx Street?” She would inquire with intrigue in her voice. A cacophony of different answers came from the participants, some negative and some positive. Strasser would let out a sigh, then speaking up. “For those who are uniformed, an apparent college girl walked into the YFDS HQ Party last night and opened fire. Casualty reports are still coming in but we do know that the majority of the YFDS Commission (Party Decision Makers) were indeed killed.” The Room would be stunned in silence as everyone processed the information.

“According to my source in the Special it Operations Commission this was conducted by an Operative of a Special Territorial Unit.” The Chief Head of Public Relations would speak up. “Are we the only outsiders that know?” Strasser would nod. “Indeed.” She would the turn towards the Head of Exter-Party Communications. “I want you to leak this to the United Front (a Coalition of Leftsist Parties that formed after the announcement of elections), but make sure to do it via a third party, we do not want them to know we know. Hopefully this will rally the people up enough to start a riot.” The Head would nod and quickly walked out of the room to fulfill that duty. Strasser would then redirect her eyes towards everyone in the room. “Now that is not the only news. Apparently the they (the Territorials) believe that the MANPADS are in the possession of the Trekish Warlords, so they don’t know we have them which will make the next step much easier. . . I have been informed that those two royal brats will be returning across the border around ten (at night), this day. I want a Fireteam in the Forest to shoot their plane down with a MANPAD, wel will blame it on the nearby anarchist commune not too far away from the border. After that we shall send a team to check for survivors. I want one of two results, them dead, which will lead to them being martyrs, leading us for the way to act as moderates to swoop in and fix. Or they survive where in the case we can try to get emergency powers out of those brats. Is that understood?” The Room would respond with a near unanimous “Yes Ma’am.” The Party members would then proceed to flood out of the conference room as Strasser smiles to herself, although it was concealed by her veil.

The Royal Chaiama Hotel, 06:00
It was early in the morning as the sun was just rising upon the citizen, already up would be there ever vigilant Colonel Kai, staring out the window of one of the hotel’s manys rooms. From up above he could see massive crowds starting to form on the streets, with the current situation this was pretty normal, but this seemed off somehow and Kai knew it, although he could not really put his finger on what exactly was wrong. Kai would turn from his window towards the entrance of his room, he would begin walking towards the door, using his left hand to hit the light switch on his way over. Kai would first open the closet door adjacent to the bathroom door, where his Khochasi uniform was held, he would then put it on alongside his combat boots. Kai would then direct his eyes towards the floor of the closet, of which there was a long duffel bag, Kai was pile kneel down and zip it open, revealing a sword in its sheath and his handgun with it already in its proper holster. Kai would pull both out and attach the holster to his hip as he do the same with the already sheathed sword. Kai would then stand back up and stroll over to the door, he would would place his right hand on the door lock, unlocking it as he proceeded to maneuver his hand over to the doorknob itself, its cold metallic texture sending a freeze up Kai’s hand. Kai would then turn the doorknob and pulled the door open, proceeding to walk out into the circular hallway that connected all rooms on this floor. Kai would then make his way towards the elevator area where he would proceed to hit the button to call a elevator. After half a dozen seconds a beep could be heard as the entrance to the elevator slides open. Kai would step into the enclosed metal box and hit the button to the seventh floor, the elevator would descend one level then a beep and the elevator would once again slide open. Out would step Kai as he would quickly make his way towards room 714, he would eventually reach it. Kai would let out a quick succession of knocks upon the door within a second as he would then pull his hand back to us side. A few seconds of silence would go by before the door would swing open towards the inside, revealing Major Kalahad. Kalahad’s eyes suggest that he had just woken up but he is already in his Khochasi Uniform, the two young Khochasi would give each other a quick salute before Kai would be the first to speak.

“Kalahad. . .” Kai would speak with a stern but calm voice, still being somewhat friendly in the tone of his voice. “Hmm?” Kalahad would let out, clearly sleep and still tired. “Something bad is gonna happen.” Kai would state as Kalahad would blink his eyes rapidly. “What- what do you mean?” Kalahad would ask in a confused but still tired tone of voice. “The Crowds seem a bit more lively today. . .” Kai would say as Kalahad would nod in agreement. “I would suppose so, looked out (of the window) like five minutes ago.” Kalahad would say as he would rub his eyes for a couple seconds. “I think we should gather the others and check up on the Consort.” Kai would suggest, Kalahad would once again nod and state. “Let me grab my sword real quick, I’ll meet you at the elevator.” Kalahad would slowly shut the door once he got a nod of agreement out of Kai. Kai would then of course make his way towards the elevator area, waiting for but merely a minute before footsteps could be heard behind him. Kai would hit the button to call the elevator then turn around to face the source of the noise, for of course it was Kalahad, with his sheathed sword attached to his belt. The familiar beep would return as the elevator would open up, both of them would then enter the elevator in professional silence as you hit the button to the ninth floor, the elevator pulling you up for a few seconds before settling and once again opening. There already standing Lieutenant Colonel Kawen and Major Xumongkh, both already with their weapons and in Khochasi Uniform. Kalahad would lean over towards Kai. “I thought it might have been faster to just text them rather than going to them one by one.” Kai would say, smiling as he politely waved towards the two other Young Knights, motioning them to enter the elevator, as so would they. Kalahad would wrap his left arm in Kawen and his right on Xumongkh, letting out a light laugh as he did so.

“Now we just need Tomner!” Kalahad would exclaim to get himself to help wake himself up more. The two would left out a light laugh to at Kalahad’s enthusiasm as he really is not a morning person. Meanwhile as still was happening Kai would hit the button for the floor above, just like all before the elevator would rise, then stabilize itself before opening the way for the group of the four young Khochasi. The Four would make their way to the room that held their comrade. The door would be locked so the twisting of the handle would be fruitless. The Four would grumble quietly to each other as they wished to surprise Tomner, when all hope seemed to be lost Kawen would reach into his pocket and pulls out a master key card, he would quickly insert it into the scanner then pull it out as soon as it would give a confirmation beep. Everyone else would just look at Kawen as he would place it back in his pocket, he would look at everyone looking at him. “What?” He would ask in general confusion as everyone would stop looking at him as they would enter the room, it was pitch black and no one could see a thing. Kai would feel for tie light switch, eventually finding it and flipping if up, the blinding white lights from above would shine with great luminosity, illuminating the entire room. Revealing Tomner in bed with a sleeping Weiyr (the Princess Fiancé). Kalahad, not saying anything, would unsheathe his sword as the rest of the room would be filled with completely and utter shock. Kai would reach for his handgun but Kawen would stop his hand from reaching that drastic measure. The blinding light of the ceiling light would force Tomner to wake up, he would be able to sense a presence in his room, he would horribly look over towards it and see his Comrades staring at him, specifically Kalahad with the sword approaching. Kalahad in his anger would knock Tomner out with the hilt of his saber, waking up his sister Weiyr. Kalahad would point his saber over at her, his eyes digging into her soul with sheer disappointment as the rest of the group goes to restrain their unconscious comrade, Kai using handcuffs to cuff Tomer to the bed. Weiyr would throw her hands in the air. “It is not what it looks like!” She would say while breaking down in tears, Kalahad restraining her to the bed the others did to Tomner. The Four Khochasi would then huddle together to discuss the current situation that has just developed.Kai would clear his throat and be the first to speak.

“. . . We all know the punishment for adultery. . . and we all know that these circumstances will probably lead to their-.” “Execution.” Kalahad would cut off Kai, completely filled with righteousness anger. Kai would let out a sigh but nod. “Yeah . . . We have the power to perform extrajudicial executions. . . and it is our duty to enforce the law.” Kai would state, not happy with this situation at all. Kalahad would nod, in complete agreement, despite the offenders being his brother-in law and his sister (not the sister who is married to Tomner). Kawen would be shocked by what these two were suggesting “Okay! I know this is bad but killing them is not the right answer!” He would protest towards the other, not really being a big fan of what he sees as outdated laws. Xumongkh would then speak up, planning to hopefully defuse this situation for now. “Guys! Guys! We need to wait for the Prince, for he shall decide what is to be done!” Everyone would shut up and silently agree, Kalahad would sheath his sword. Personally Xumongkh did not particularly think that they should be punished because he is in a similar situation, although they never committed adultery. “Good. . . Good.” The sound of a distant explosion would echo through the streets of the city and into the hotel. “What the hell was that?!?” Weiyr would exclaim, absolutely terrified. Kai would rush over to the window and look outside towards where he heard it come from, crowds upon crowds of civilians seem to be storming the Royal Palace, getting past the gates and even as far as the entrance. From the looks of it the local garrison is firing back. “The Palace is being stormed!” The Young Khochasi would exclaim as everyone would look at each other, not sure about what to do. “We need to help!” Kawen would exclaim. “We can’t, they are already too far in. . .” Kai would State before turning back to everyone else. “We need to get out of the Capital and meet up wherever the Prince decides to land now.” Everyone would agree as Kalahad would grab his radio and switch its frequency, pressing down on the receiver and holding it to his face. “This is Major Kalahad of the Territorials, I need a heli(copter) evac on the roof of the Royal Hotel, we have several VIPs with us.” A Few seconds would go by with no response before one could be heard from the radio’s speaker. “Copy that Major, pickup will be on its way, eta three minutes. Over.”

Kalahad would look over towards the others and says. “Let's get to the roof, now.” Everyone would get ready, the other Khochasi releasing the handcuff’s shackles to the bed itself, rather attaching them to both hands. They would rapidly dress the two lovers before taking them out of the room and rushing up the stairs, arriving at the roof just as the helicopter would touch down, they would get everyone inside before skidding the door shut. The helicopter would fly up once everyone was secured in their seatings, flying over the royal palace out of the City. Kai would look out the window as they fly high above the palace, the Garrison were not wearing the standard territorial uniform but rather an urban camo, how strange. They were fighting a to a withdraw to a roof were helicopters were extracting them, now their Evacs were following yours, a near Congo line of helicopters fleeing the Capital. Kai would look over at the others. “One of you inform the royals about this, I do not want them to be surprised when they land.”

The Western Border, Forest near the Anarchist Commune, 19:42
The forest was filled with the calm before the storm, a fireteam of four Paramilitary Officers of the Strasserite Clique, one of them was squatting on the ground, holding a MANPAD close to his chest. Another one was keeping his eyes trained on the sky, while another was listening into tapped Air Force Comms. The Final man was the leading Officer of this Paramilitary Element of the bigger force at large, he himself would just be watching the other, a rangefinder binocular hanging around his neck. The silence of the group would be broken as the Comms Operator would flip his head up and look towards the Commander. “Sir, they are crossing the border. Estimated time of arrival two minutes fifty nine seconds!” The Commander would nod then to turn to his fireteam. “Okay boys, this is it! Get into a fire position!” He would direct the last part to the Officer with the MANPAD itself, and thus it would be so. The man would get to a clearing where the rocket would have a clear shot towards the sky and thus its target. The Commander and the Observer would go with him while the Comms Operator remained still. A anxious minute would pass, the Commander looking through the rangefinder, finding the target. “Lock on!” The Commander would order, getting a response from the Gunner. “Locked on now!” The Commander would nod to himself before taking in a deep breath. “Hold (Fire) until I say so!” “Holding!” The Gunner would exclaim, his hands starting to sweat as he places finger directly adjacent the trigger mechanism, albeit not on the trigger itself. A few more dreadful seconds would go by before the Commander would finally give the fateful order. “Clear for backblast!” Both the Observer and the Commander would run around five feet more away. “Fire!”

A Full second would go by before the MANPAD would finally fire, expelling a rod of ordinance at the plane, the back last spraying up dirt behind the gunner. The Commander’s eyes would be trained on the rod as it would fly at the plane, hitting the leftmost wing, causing a fire and a hole in the back, the plane would then fall towards the ground, attempting to make a crash landing. They were actually able to do it, the plan had been working perfectly so far, the Observer would then yell out, bringing everyone back in from out of their shocking success “Direct hit on target! I repeat, direct hit on target!” The Commander would then run over to the Comms Operator who was nearly thirty five feet away, still in the cover of the trees. “Direct hit! Inform the response team to go now!” The Comms operator would nod and switch over to the Paramilitary’s Comms, pressing down on the receiver and speaking. “This is Fire Team Charlie, Direct Hit, the Bird is down. Fireteam Alpha and Bravo you are clear to proceed to the crash site, over!” A response would come immediately from the radio. “This is Alpha One, copy that. Heading there now, over.” The Comms Operator would give the Commander a thumbs up to communicate that it went through. As this was happening the Observer and the Gunner would be walking over to the Commander. The commander would turn to them and exclaim. “Our job here is done! Let’s move out!” And thus there work in this play was done, they would move further into the cover of the forest, slowly making their way back to the base, it is gonna be a long walk.

The Western Border, Crash Sitd, 19:54
The Scene would be one of fallen trees (some of those being on fire, mixed debris of the plane, and the remaining main hull of the plane. Two Open Air Jeeps would pull up on the scene, both with four people of the Paramilitary in each, they were all armed with military Ambi rifles, also with them were medical supplies to treat any survivors that might have lived through the crash. The Lead of Fireteam Bravo would step out of his vehicle and look over at the lead of Fireteam Alpha, signaling to him via hand signals to go check out the outer area, he and bravo is gonna check the hull. The lead of Alpha would nod and spread out alongside how fireteam to go check the outer crash area. Fire Team Bravo would then proceed to go check the hull, the lead being the first one in. The hull was completely black, the only illumination coming from the serene moon creeping through the cracks and hills of the hull sporadically. His boot would step upon the metal hull as he would then turn on the flashlight that was attached upon the rail system of the Ambi Rifle, it would shine bright as it would illuminate wherever he pointed his rifle. The light would illuminate a snack tray that had spilled onto the floor. The lead then aimed the light ninety degrees to his right to to long hull of the ship, revealing several bodies on the ground. He slowly moved towards the bodies, they appeared to be Mercenaries from Eporia and the crew of the plane, altogether four bodies were counted so far. The lead would crouch down, checking the bodies it would be confirmed that they were all dead. The lead then would stand back up, continuing his sweep of the hull until his radio would crack. “This is Alpha One Actual, we found the Prince. . . He is dead, over.”

A single second passed before the Lead would push down on the receiver of his radio. “Copy that, did you find the other?” The lead anxiously waits for the answer. “Negative, she can still be out here. Over.” The lead looked back at his fireteam to make sure they got that. “Copy that Alpha One, I’ll continue looking. Bravo One Actual out.” The lead released his grip from the receiver as he pushed further into the hull, clearing row by row, finding no more bodies. He eventually made his way towards the front area, seeing a figure collapsed on the ground out of the bottom corner of his eye. He then directed his light towards the body on the ground, the illumination would reveal a girl, seemingly around seventeen years of age with long dark brown hair, donned in a long white pristine dress. He then kneeled down and reach down to feel her neck for a pulse, he felt one, albeit it was quite faint.

“We got a live one!” The lead exclaimed as one of the fireteam ran over and knelt down next to the Lead, pulling a pack of pictures from his pocket, flipping through them before coming to a picture of Princess Kảlị. “It is the Princess.” The man said as he looked back at the photo and look back at her, nodding to himself. “Well now we ain’t just lucky.” The lead would say jokingly as he pressed down on the receiver. “This is Bravo Two Actual, we have found the Princess. Permission to return her to the compound? Command” The radio would crackle the same second as the response would be given near instantly. “Granted, Fire Team Bravo return to base. Fire Team Alpha, continue looking for any more survivors. Over.” The Lead then proceeded to throw the Princess over his shoulder as Fire Team Bravo would evacuate the hull and make their way back to their jeep. After placing the Princess in a seat, as the Jeep would take off towards the Compound.

The Western Border, Strasserite HQ, 20:11
Kảlị suddenly woke up, wrapped in a warm blanket and wearing a hospital gown. She frantically looked around the room in a panic, the room itself was quite nice, it looked pretty much like a single patient room in a hospital. Directly to the right of her bed was a night stand with a lamp and a glass vase with a cacophony of colorful flowers inserted in it. Across from her current position there was a window, the moonlight breaking through the thin layer of cloth curtains. She then leaned up from her bed and then sat on the bed cross legged, trying to think as to where she can possibly be, thinking about what she last remembered. . . suddenly the door to the room would slowly creep open. Out of instinct she ran over to the window, pulling the curtains out of the way as she would unhatch the window’s lock and sliding it open, from there she could see the extent of the compound, how she was seemed to be at least five floors above the ground, and the nearby forest, she was certainly not at any City’s Medical Center and this most certainly was not developed enough to be a military base. The Princess then jumped onto the window seal, her back towards the outside as she looked at the opening door, ready to jump out to as she would not remain a captive of whoever may hold her. The door would fully open, revealing a single woman who appears to be in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. For it was Strasser, wearing a long grey dress. Strasser’s eyes widened as she saw the Princess, looking like she was gonna jump. “Woah, woah, woah! Hold on there, I am not gonna hurt you!” Strasser yelled, showing her empty hands to reveal that she does not have weapons. Strasser then started to slowly approach, Kảlị moving closer to the edge, now very close to falling off. “Where am I and who are you?!?!”

The Princess screamed out, attempting to act tough but her voice indicating that she was quite scared in reality. Strasser ceased her approach, remaining still as she explained. “I am Ms. Strasser, the Chairman of the Islamo-Syndicalist Party. You are at our Compound, we found you after some Anarchists shot down your plane when they received news about the revolt in the Capital. We have alerted the nearby Territorials that you are here and a detachment is on their way here.” The princess took a few seconds to process that before remembering something important. “Whe- where is my brother?!” She asked, audibly concerned. Strasser sighed and looked at the ground with fake remorse. “ . . . He died in the crash. . . I’m sorry I am the one that has to tell you this. . .” The Princess instantly teared up, looking at the ground far below. “ . . Am i the only survivor?” She asked asked meekly. Strasser did not respond verbally, rather just nodding to affirm to the Princess. Kảlị, believing she has nothing left began to purposely lose balance, beginning to fall off the window seal. Strasser panicked and ran over, grabbing the princess’s legs and pulling her back, over the window, and then against the wall right below it. “What are you doing?!?” Strasser yelled. “I have nothing left!” The young lass yelled as she tried to get back to the window, Strass stepping in her way so that she can not jump. “Hey, hey, it is not the most perfect situation but it can be fixed.” Kảlị then attempted to get past Strasser to get into and past the window, though Strasser would remain firm in place. “And how would that work Miss Strasser!?!?!” The Princess yelled in frustration before Strasser placed her hands on her shoulders and physically moved her a good five feet away from the window. A smirk came across Strasser’s face for a second before she answered. “You could use a ally, a friend on the inside.” Strasser then released her grip on the Princess’s shoulder.

“The way I see it these Revolutionaries should be leaving and you should stick around. . .” Strasser then placed her hand gently on the shorter than herself Princess’s head. “So Kảlị, don’t end yourself, defend yourself. Those Anarcho Kiddies are the ones you should maim. Together we can exterminate! ASSASSINATE-!” “NO!” The Princess yelled, cutting Strasser off. “Okay fine, the finer points can wait, but first you gotta give me emergency powers.” Kảlị then slowly started to approach the window again, unsettled and not wanting to live anymore. “You can go ahead and jump, but that won’t bring justice. With me you got a solid political option. I can solve this situation in a jiffy, all you gotta do is give it (emergency powers) to me. Just give it to me and you won't believe how far I’ll go (for you)!” Kảlị then leaned against the window wall, still standing as she had a slight smile across her face as she released that Strasser was trying to prey on her damaged psyche. “Wanna know what? . . . I’ll think about your Offer, let cha know.” She then turned around looking at the ground far below. “But, I think I prefer my option down below. . . All my life I have been swimming with piranhas, I don't need a shark . . .” She turned around once again, looking at Strasser. “On second thought . . . Strasser.”

Strasser smiles to herself. “Yes your highness?” Strasser eagerly awaited what she was gonna say. “Just spare the lecture.” The Princess said before once again moving to jump off. Strasser of course moved in quickly and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her away from the window once again. “I am offering you a way back to the throne!” Strasser said before Kảlị smirked. “Are you any good?” She asked Strasser, both referring to her political prowess and ber Paramilitary Force. Upon the quest, Strasser immediately answered. “You betcha, trust me please.” Kảlị pulled herself away before answering. “I just met ya, but really it is a flattering offer.” She answered as she once again headed for the window. Strasser turned around to face her as she did so. “Do you not wanna get justice for your brother? I mean first his fiance cheating on him then getting murdered.” Kảlị face twisted as Strasser both somehow knew about the Khochasi incident somehow and was trying to play with her heart strings by referencing her recently deceased brother. “I think I would rather just jump off!!!” “NO!”

Strasser yelled before bear hugging her and for the third time now taking her away from the window, pulling her all the way back near the bed. Kảlị flapped her arms angrily, forcing Strasser to release her. Once she was free Kảlị would angrily look at Strasser and yell. “I may be suicidal, but it is not like I have lost my mind!” She yelled, absolutely furious about how Strasser would use the death of her brother as a tool for political power. As soon as the Princess finished her sentence a man in a blacksuit would walk in. “They retrievement force is here to get her Majesty, they are on the roof. . .” The man said as he wondered about what he wandered into. The Princess looked at the man, they looked at Strasser, then back at the man, calming down as she inquired. “Would you kindly take me there?” The Party Secretary would nod. “Of course your highness, please follow me.” The Man responded, leading her out of the room as she gave Strasser a death glare. He and her then walked up the stairs, in complete silence, eventually making it to the roof where a Military Helicopter with Soldiers in Urban Camo awaited for her, sliding open the door for her as soon as she got to the roof. Kảlị then turned ninety degrees to her left towards the Party Secretary, simply stating. “Thank you.” She said in a very quiet tone of voice as she got into the helicopter, a soldier sliding the door shut as the Helicopter took off, away from the compound.

Tamriel Bloodstone, Lan Na Embassy, 20:30
Ambassador Phyraum was in his office, talking on the phone with Officials in the Homeland. Receiving the breaking news, he was writing down notes with his free hand. “Okay, okay. I will contact them immediately.” He finished the conversation as he hung up the phone. He sighed to himself as he called the Isatoshian Diplomatic Service, the phone ringing before finally being answered. He cleared his throat before speaking. “Ah, hello! I am the new Ambassador, Phyraum is the name. Ambassador Nipit was killed when his plane was shot down on the way back to the Homeland . . . Anyways, I need to request something. A general revolution is occuring in the Homeland and the Princess needs refuge after the aforementioned ‘Plane Shooting’, the rest of the Royals are dead so it would help us greatly if you can provide refuge for her, maybe even let her just stay in this Embassy, we just need your blessing.”