One year prior...
*** West Side, Kesslerstaadt
Clostroides abaddoni appeared out of nowhere. First it was a handful of cases spread across the Southern Furukuran Sea area, next it was thousands of confirmed cases being reported every day. The disease it caused was dubbed CaBI19, a deadly infection that caused severe dehydration and diarrhoea, almost certainly fatal for anyone with a comprised immune system. While the number of people infected grew gradually in most countries before levelling off; patient outcomes improving massively after the application of probiotics and antibiotics like vancomycin and fidaxomicin, the pandemic in Kesslerstaadt, a small but infamous city-state, quickly grew out of control. At the peak of the outbreak, one in ten people in Kesslerstaadt were infected with the disease, and over 300,000 of those had died. For those suffering from sexually transmitted diseases like HIV, CaBi19 appeared to exacerbate their condition greatly, triggering what could only be described as a cascading failure of the vital organs. As its alternative name 'New Sodom' implied, Kesslerstaadt's reputation for being an international haven of sex tourism and 'LGBT culture' had been its Achilles heel.
Besides the mortality, the city-state's economy had the proverbial rug pulled from under it, with even the most liberal countries banning travel to and from Kesslerstaadt. As tourism dried up, the country's indebted banks, including the huge Spitszuil Brothers, began to collapse as their debtors stopped paying off their loans and confidence in local financial institutions plummeted. Faced with a massive deficit and an extensive welfare state to fund, the Government of Kesslerstaadt was quickly ploughing through its cash reserves, with enough to only last few weeks at best. Worse still, not a single country or international bank was willing to bail the country out of the hole it found itself in. For the first time in a long time, the continued existence of the almost bankrupt city was in peril, the recessionary contagion starting to spread its tendrils across the Southern Furukuran Sea as well.
And then a very unexpected offer was made. With the clock ticking down to bankruptcy for Kesslerstaadt, a shadowy businessman named David Redshield, head of the burgeoning Redshield Foundation, offered a generous bailout of over a quarter-trillion dollars, with nearly no obvious strings attached. David had become renowned in certain circles for saving his company from the brink of destruction after the untimely death of his fellow family member James Redshield and infighting three years ago. While the public version of what happened was that James had died of a heart attack, his ashes scattered to the seas, in fact, he had been blown to pieces by a Nifonese drone on the direct orders of Shogun Maki Kojiro. Amidst the chaos and rush on the Redshield Foundation's trillions worth of assets, David deftly manoeuvred his way to the top, killing, bribing and blackmailing his own blood relatives along the way. To him, nothing mattered more than to have total power and control, regardless of the cost. With his position secured, he was now prepared to resume James' work. First on the list was seizing control of Kesslerstaadt, a vital nerve centre for the operations of Amihan Russel, the shadowy financier who was meant to have died three years ago. This 'generous' rescue package wasn't a bail-out for the city, it was a buy-out to make Kesslerstaadt David Redshield's loyal puppet.
Prime Minister Lumban Reitz was a cornered rat with no options left. His legs shaking with nerves, he sat alone at one side of a large mahogany table. On the other side were the three men David had sent as a delegation to coerce Reitz into bending the knee to the Redshield Foundation. In the centre, directly opposite the Prime Minister was Elazar Nenbauer, a tall, lanky banker with short grey hair and large, circular glasses. He pushed the glasses up to the bridge of his nose, delivering a menacing grin to Reitz. "We have great plans for your city, Prime Minister. Words cannot describe how eager we are to co-operate with your government as Kesslerstaadt recovers from CaBI19. The people have suffered greatly." Nenbauer began, clasping his hands.
Reitz squirmed in his chair. "We are most appreciative of this show of generosity by David Redshield, Mr. Nenbauer." he said, his voice trembling, "However, I cannot help but think that such an act of magnanimity by such a powerful international conglomerate will have strings attached."
"Indeed Mr. Reitz. You have spent many years as a career politician and should be well aware by now that rarely in life is anything free. In return for this bailout, the benefactor I represent, Mr. Redshield, expects a small few favours in return. Kesslerstaadt has always been a strategically important city and a hub for the enemies of the Redshield family. He would like to see that change." Nenbauer continued, "Our offer is $254 billion. In return, the Redshield Foundation asks that all government contracts in future will be awarded to our companies, that your government legislates to make the installation of our Direct Load Technology system mandatory and finally that control of your law enforcement be given to our trusted friends at DynoCorp International.
Beads of sweat dripped off Reitz's forehead. What this Nenbauer fellow was offering equalled turning Kesslerstaadt into a vassal state of the Redshields; a buy-out rather than a bail-out, but he had no options left. "I am willing to accept your offer, Mr. Nenbauer. However, I must stress that this aid is meaningless if we do not vanquish CaBI19. As long as there are flare-ups of the disease in the region, our city-states reputation as the premier resort for the world's oldest profession and as a safe haven for those on the run from the enemies of liberalism will remain in great jeopardy."
"I'm glad you asked, Prime Minister. Mr. Redshield messaged me this morning to say we will also be offering you, in return for the medical data of all your citizens, of course, supplies of our novel CaBI19 vaccine, Shamsieltine, developed with the help of the Sixth World Genetic Research Organisation. It utilises cutting-edge mRNA technology. We already have enough doses to vaccinate the entire population of Kesslerstaadt, which should finally allow your economy to reopen fully to the world and restore the city's image." Nenbauer said, assuring Reitz with his cunning smile that he was prepared to fulfil all Kesslerstaadt's needs, at a price of course.
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South End, Kesslerstaadt
Kesslerstaadt secures quarter-trillion bailout from Redshield Foundation
West Side, Kesslerstaadt - The Government of Kesslerstaadt has announced tonight that the city-state has secured a historic bailout from the Redshield Foundation, after two weeks of protracted negotiations between delegates from both sides. Reitz made the announcement tonight from the steps of the House of Representatives, where he was joined by Redshield chief negotiator Elazar Nenbauer. In a short address to the media, Prime Minister Reitz praised Redshield Foundation president David Redshield for his offer of a generous assistance package for the country's ailing economy, which has been ravaged by the CaBI19 pandemic in recent months. Reitz remarked that "With the help of Mr. Redshield, we are going to rebuild the economy of Kesslerstaadt in a green and sustainable fashion. His company has previously showed its great interest in realising an ethical future for us all, through its action on climate change, development of emission-reducing technologies such as the DLT system. Within the next few months, Kesslerstaadt will be in a better position than it has ever been before, all thanks to his generosity."
Funding to the tune of $254 billion, one of the biggest bailouts ever realised in the Southern Furukuran Sea, is to be released immediately to the Government of Kesslerstaadt. The sum will make up for tax revenue lost as a result of the pandemic, as well as contribute to a fund for Kesslerstaadter businesses to extract from so they can keep afloat until tourism to the country rebounds. The Redshield Foundation is also expected to buy up many of the assets of the city-state's collapsed banks, most notably Spitszuil Brothers. The city was facing further financial catastrophe had Redshield not agreed to provide the bailout, with mere hours to go before its final reserves of cash had been depleted, leaving its extensive welfare state with no funding left to operate. International financial institutions have refused to allow Kesslerstaadt to borrow money, apparently after coercion from the far-right governments of Carloso and Nifon, according to reliable anonymous sources from within the World Assembly.
Coinciding with the address, it was announced that the Sixth World Genetic Research Organisation's (SWGRO) Shamsieltine mRNA vaccine against CaBI19 will be supplied to Kesslerstaadt, with enough supplies to rapidly vaccinate the city's entire population within the coming weeks and months. It will be offered free of charge by Kesslerstaadt's public health system.|⇧ UPVOTE| |⇩ DOWNVOTE| |REPLY|
Present day...
*** Atamsar, Jakarnapura
The International Shiva Consciousness Foundation (ISCF) was on the run. Expelled from its home in Bangka after a disastrous coup attempt against the country's government, its members had fled to the four corners of the world as countries began to realise what an insidious threat the group posed. The cult's leader, Chandradev Upadhya; who liked to be called 'Bhagwan', or 'blessed one' in the various national tongues of Sindhusthan, had taken advantage of the situation in the tumultuous and war-ridden countries of the Southern Furukuran Sea, establishing a new base for his movement in Jakarnapura, specifically in the town of Atamsar on the small island of Pali. Located in the middle of the jungle, any road connecting it to other settlements were poor, and any view from above was obscured by trees, making it the perfect place for him to hide. Several decades ago, Atamsar had been a significant coal mining town, up until a colossal industrial accident occurred when a section of the mine collapsed underneath some houses, killing dozens. Soon after, the mining company went bankrupt and the town was largely forgotten about, economically and politically. Since the beginning of the unrest in Jakarnapura a number of years ago, the town had seen no economic development. When Upadhya and his followers came in, bringing in much needed new customers for small businesses, the locals were more than happy to welcome them to their town. Since his arrival three years ago, Upadhya had built a compound around the former mine, constructing a lavish temple and residence for himself as well as dormitories for his followers.
Flying across the lake adjacent to Atamsar was a medium-sized tilt-wing aircraft, its propellers slicing through the air as it rapidly approached Upadhya's compound. Its wings suddenly shifted and it began to hover over a helipad, gently touching down. The logo of Siemens GmbH, one of the world's most powerful private military companies, was emblazoned on the side. The doors of the aircraft opened abruptly, a middle-aged man with a hulking physique stepping out onto the concrete. This was Steven Nordholt, the enigmatic lieutenant of the powerful billionaire and international criminal Amihan, accompanied by a team of elite security personnel provided by Walter Siemens.
Upadhya has been expecting a visit from one of Amihan Russel's henchmen, though maybe not someone quite as physically imposing as Nordholt. Since the failure of the Bankgan coup, Upadhya had been quietly sidelined from the activities of C13, and with so little of his movement now left, his usefulness to Russel's wider ambitions was negligible at best, his arch-rival, the 21st Jonchen Llama from Bod now occupying a much more prominent position with his powerful and utterly ruthless Buddhist extremist organisation. Amongst the other members of the C13, there were whispers in dark places that Upadhya should be gotten rid of so somebody more useful could take his seat in the organisation.
Nordholt looked rather out of place amongst the cultists that dotted Upadhya's compound, wearing a pinstripe black suit and navy tie. A young man, probably in his early twenties at most, wearing an orange robe approached Nordholt as he walked forward from the aircraft. "Mr. Nordholt, my name is Swami Mahanta. The Bhagwan will see you in his private office. Please, follow me." Mahanta gestured to Nordholt. He said nothing and just followed the young man, two of his bodyguards in tow. They were guided through a series of alleyways and then a dusty courtyard, the Siemens mercenaries keeping their hands close to their Type 2V Tactikawa rifles.
The other cultists glared at Nordholt and his men as they passed by, muttering hushed whispers as they wondered who these men were. After a couple of minutes, Mahanta brought them up a flight of stairs and down a final hallway before they came to the double doors that marked the entrance to Upadhya's personal quarters. The young man silently bowed his head and walked away, leaving the three men to meet the guru on their own. Without hesitation, Nordholt swung the two doors wide open and walked into the room. He restrained himself from shaking his head at what he saw before him.
He found Upadhya surrounded by a gaggle of scantily clad women. They seemed shocked to see Nordholt and his hulking bodyguards. The guru whispered in the ear of one of them and asked them to leave, the group of young girls walking out briskly through a side door. Upadhya slowly got up from his bed and looked at Nordholt with eyes indicating his great displeasure with having one of Russel's enforcers disturbing his mid-day routine.
"Steven Nordholt! You dare disturb the Supreme Lord of All Things and Avatar of Nandi! Shiva!?" Upadhya shouted angrily, "This better be important!"
"When you joined C13, Upadhya, you accepted the authority of my boss, Mr. Russel." Nordholt reminded him, "On his behalf, I outrank the 'Supreme Lord of All Things'." he grinned, "I'm sure you're aware that some of your fellow C13 members are starting to question your utility to our exclusive international enterprise. Your embarrassing defeat in Bangka at the hands of a handful of Carlosian mercenaries and their Nifonese allies has some even calling for your expulsion. I am simply here as an arbitrator so we can work these differences out and preserve the strength of our organisation going forward."
Upadhya thought for a moment. "I would be lying if I said the incident in Bangka greatly shook my foundation; the demons ran us from our homeland after all. ", he said, turning away from Nordholt, "I am determined to reorganise and prove the great strength of my holy organisation to Mr. Russel. We will be successful this time!"
"Don't worry. I have a feeling you won't be failing us again." Nordholt said, smirking behind Upadhya's back. He rapidly pulled out a pistol and shot the guru several times, the cult leader collapsing into a messy pool of his own blood. A disgusted look broke across Nordholt's face as he looked down at Upadhya's dead body, "Mr. Russel has grown tired of your failure." His two bodyguards looked on absolutely stone-faced as if nothing had happened. "Liquidate his followers. Leave no trace of these fuckers."
One of the guards kicked down the side door that the guru's harem had retreated behind and mowed them all down with his rifle. As their screams reverberated through the compound, the rest of Nordholt's men turned on Upadhya's followers. Gunshots and cries of agony echoed through every building as the helpless cultists were slaughtered in their droves. The few that were armed had hardly any training and were thus no match for the elite mercenaries, who riddled their bodies with so many bullets without even the most subtle change in expression. Over these few minutes of terror, the head had been severed from the shoulders of the ISCF, its remnants scattered to the wind. Nordholt delivered a final shot to the dead guru's head. "Thank you for vacating your seat, Bhagwan. Now there is finally room for Moritzstein on C13."