A Battle Unseen

[Maxington]

OOC: Cmon dude you pulled your post basically straight out of House Cards XD and I've got a long three person pot coming

We need to talk about something i want to do in Hutori.

[Maxington]

12:34, The Tzar's Meeting Room, The Imperial Palace, Petrovgrad, Trigunia.

The Large Golden Doors of the meeting opened to hear a guard shouting,"Presenting His Northern Majesty, Autocrat of Trigunia, Great Prince of Trigunia, Grand Prince of Brakov, Grand Prince of Lesnov, Grand Prince of Radin, Tsar of Vrosnok, Tsar of Zarvosopol, Count of Pattergrad, of Kommenovsk, of Morozorota and other territories, Prince of Rodshyadam, Grand Protector of the Bear's Den, Sovereign of all Northern Territories, Tsar of Tsar, Sovereign of Sovereigns, Marshal of the Empire, Conqueror of the Hulstrian Empire in Trigunia and in Keris, Highest Hussar of Radin, Guardian of the Holy Vatikan, Hetman of the Alazinder Cossacks, Patriarch of the House of Zubkov,Tsar Maxim I!" Minister-President Ruslan Abakumov stands after hearing the Tsar's extremely long title be announced. After having to stand for more than two minutes watching the Tsar walk down an extremely large hallway, Abakumov gestured to the guards to leave and he sat down after the Tsar walked into the room and the doors closed behind him. Good Afternoon, Your Majesty, I hope you had a great lunch sir." Maxim doesn't say a word but instead he pours himself a cup of coffee. Your Majest.... Before he could finish his statement,Abakumov had to cease speaking after the Tsar raised his palm and said,"Shhhh....Coffee". Abakumov's head will be filled with disgusting gestures towards the Tsar...but he would refrain from speaking such words. "I am sorry sir" apologized Abakumov. After having to wait five minutes for the young Tsar to finish his coffee. Alright, what have you called you hear for? Maxim questions.Well...,before he could finish speaking Maxim would interrupt.If you called me here for some stupidness I don't have time for it, I have a wine tasting at two and you are wasting my time.Maxim would pour himself on other cup of coffee. Abakumov's fist clenches with great strength, so much strength you can see the veins on his hands popping out. Abakumov, angered after having to wait under the suspense of some pampered twenty-eight year old, takes the cup of coffee from maxim's hand. He stirs the coffee around a bit,before throwing most of the hot coffee onto the Tsar's Face. Maxim falls onto the floor, holding his face, screaming for the scorching hot coffee is burning his face. You pampered piece of dog kakashka, you feel that you have so much power in your hands. Maxim's screams intensify. Shut up, you think they can hear you? The rooms are sound proofed, you couldn't hear a nuke go off from in here.

What because your name is Tsar you feel as though you have all this power in one finger? Please, stop fooling yourself. Your father told me to keep you in check. He didn't trust you at all. With your constant partying no one trusted you. Not your mother, not your father and for sure not me. Abakumov grabs the entire kettle of coffee, slowly pouring it onto Maxim's face,he'd hold for pouring the rest of the coffee onto Maxim's face for he wanted to speak.Open your eyes! The only reason your still here is because I had some sympathy for you after your father died. Abakumov would pour half a cup of coffee onto the Tsar's Face. Now, you're gonna signs a decree stating that when you die, I will be become Regent of Trigunia, and as Regent you hand over to me...all of your executive powers, or I will actively seek to eliminate each an everyone one of your family members, starting with that wife of yours, Beatrice is her name right? Right. Do you understand? Maxim would be rolling on the floor still holding onto his face,he'd not say a word. Abakumov pours the remainder of the coffee onto Maxim's face. Okay!,Okay! Please! Stop!, I'll do it!, Just please stop! Maxim said. Abakumov placed the kettle back onto the table it was originally at. "Good, It's nice to see we can get along perfectly." Abakumov walked to the golden doors and knocked for the guard to open them. He made a gesture to the guard, the guard nodded back to him, for Abakumov knew that the guard wasn't going to say anything about what went on in that room, for the guard was loyal to Abakumov and not to the Tsar. The Guard was like any other government agency just like the State Security Directorate, the Armed Forces, the Police, the State Intelligence Directorate and many other agencies, they were all loyal to the man with the Iron Fist.

[Maxington]

18:42,Briefing Room, State Security Directorate Far West Division, Nozdok, Brakav, Trigunia

"Alright People! Gather around, Gather Around.!"shouted Lieutenant Colonel Gleb Mashir to room packed with at-least seventy members of the State Security Agency Special Forces (GDB Spetskomanda). "Now you all know your task, and I know you are all capable of such work" said Lt. Colonel Mashir. "You know the task ahead of you, some may not return from this event, you know what you are getting yourself into". he added. "So let's go over the plan,A bomb threat is the reason of the case, you will be called in encircle the palace and move in, remember do not kill the guards, keep the princess alive, she will be the hostage.You will take her to the dungeon underneath the kitchen." Mashir would marking the ways and points of which the operation is to be executed whilst he speaks to his soldiers. "By taking the princess to the dungeon, we will say we are using the dungeon as an escape route because there are several tunnels that lead to different places around Petrovgrad, this building is one of them. When you're in the tunnels then we can take her out." The solders would be writing down each point Lt. Colonel Mashir made for they did not want the operation to be a failure.

"Remember do not kill the princess until she is taken to the dungeon, then and only then can you take her." Mashir reminded his soldiers. "You're all doing a good day's work for your government and for Mother Trigunia."Mashir added."Alright, suit up and let's move!Mashir shouts, and as he shouted his soldiers gathered their things and left the briefing room for the armory.

19:18,Guard Booth,The Gates to The Northern Imperial Palace,Petorvgrad, Trigunia

Sergeant Velimir Mitin, an Honor Guard of the Northern Imperial Palace Company had just changed post after having to guard the bedroom of Tsarin Beatrice. Not much activity was going on at the Palace in the past 5-6 years, but what Mitin did not know is that today might be his last day on Terra. Mitin paced from left to right in-front of the gate of Palace, watching anyone who walks close to the palace. Sergeant Mitin's mood was enthusiastic for after his shift today he would be drafted to the Trigunian Naval Infantry and see some real action. He turns around and watches through the bars of the massive gate, watching the Mounted Regiment reading themselves change their post. In his mind he says,"I wonder where are they going now" Mitin's day-dreaming was cut short after a guard shouted,"Bomb! Bomb! Bomb!" Mitin firmly gripped onto his rifle after hearing the word "Bomb" being shouted out. As Mitin shouted out to an officer inside the compound,"Sir!,What's do you need me!". A siren would go off and several guards who were at their posts would run to center of the court yard and form a square of 100 men. "Fall in Mitin!" Mitin open the gate and walks in, closing them behind him. He quickly joins the ranks of the guards in the courtyard. "Now Listen up!, We have a bomb in the Palace!,This is a bomb threat it is to be treated as nothing but a Bomb Threat!, Form a Perimeter around the Palace Now!, Fall Out!, Go! Go! Go!the Commander Ordered.

It was complete chaos, guard scrambling all over the courtyard trying to form a perimeter around the palace whilst other try to find the Tsarina Beatrice's Bedroom. Mitin, after just guarding the princess's bedroom knew a way to get to her bedroom faster than the ways the other guards were using. By the time the Bomb Threat was announced, the Honor Guard Company Commander had already contacted the State Security Directorate and the Federal Police. Mitin reached the Tsarina's Bedroom before any of the guards could. He open the closed doors, closing them behind him. He said,"Your Highness, there is a bomb in the palace and I have been commanded to Guard you. The Tsarina was shocked, next to her sat her son, Tsesarevich Nikolai, frightened by the fact of the bomb being in the palace. Mitin walked to the nearest window, the window would overlook the gates of the palace, you can see anything coming into the palace. I have the Tsarina and the Tsesarevich!, They are okay! Mitin shouted to his commander down in the courtyard, from the window. The Commander gestured a "thumbs up" to Mitin. The sound of an engine would be heard in the distance. Coming towards the gates, three AOK-3BMs (BMP-3) and at-least seventy heavily armed soldiers following them. Using its 100mm gun one of the AOK-3BMs would blow a hole in the gate, knocking it down. Tsesarevich Nikolai hid underneath the bed after hearing the explosion. A Helicopter could be heard hovering above the palace.

By this time soldiers began Abseiling down fro the helicopter and onto the exterior walls of the building, they moved quickly and with swiftness. The Abseiling soldiers soon saw the open window and swung into the room. Whilst swinging into the room one of the soldiers sung into the window using his feet to hit Mitin in the head. Mitin fell to the floor as two other of these Abseiling soldiers swung in through the window. Tsarina Beatrice saw on one of the soldier's arm was the insignia of the State Security Directorate Special Forces (GDB Spetskomanda). Mitin rose from the floor, and aimed his Ja-78 (AK-74) at one of the GDB Commandos, opening fire on him, killing him instantly. Gunshots could be heard everywhere. The other Commandos returned fire on Mitin, killing him instantly. Tsarina Beatrice cried after seeing the guard be killed by the Commandos,"What is this! You killed him!" Beatrice cried out. "It's okay my lady, you will see Tsar Nicholas sooner than you think. One of the Commandos said. He used Mitin's dead hands to aim the Ja-78 at Beatrice's head as another commando holds her in-place. "It's really best we do it here, we can say she was caught in the cross-fire. and by the pull of the trigger, suing Mitin's dead hands/body to pull the trigger, the bullet left the chamber and rammed into her skull, Instantly killing Beatrice with a head-shot. One of the soldiers confirmed with Lieutenant Colonel Gleb Mashir that Beatrice was dead, but Nikolai was not found. After a 2 hour search for Nikolai, they gave up and most of the GDB Agents left the palace. But, the Palace is under heavy security, guarded by operatives of the Federal Police's Spetskomanda.

After the Federal Police found Beatrice's body in the bedroom and confirmed her death, and after the State Security Directorate had confirmed Nikolai's death, the only person left is the Tsar himself who is in hospital undergoing treatment for second degree burns and his son Nikolai.

[colonelvesica]

21:30, Embassy of the Kingdom of Hutori, Petrovgrad, Trigunia

Royal Guard Captain Catherine Burns looked out of window as night fell over the Trigunian capital. The vibrant city was known to have some of the craziest nightlife in the country and indeed some of the greatest in the northern hemisphere. She chuckled to herself with the realization that despite having been assigned to Trigunia for the past 5 years she had never gotten to enjoy the nightlife. She looked over her shoulder to the the couch where a scared looking eleven year old boy slept more or less peacefully on the couch. Thanks to what on occurred to night she would never get to enjoy the nightlife at all... she would likely never be coming back to Trigunia again after this. She shook her head looking back out the window her mind racing rapidly over the night's events....

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Two Hours Earlier... Northern Imperial Palace

Few in the Northern Imperial Palace had known Catherine Burns was a Captain in the Royal Guards of Hutori... even fewer had known prior to that she had been an HSIS Officer that had been put on a super deep cover assignment in Trigunia to garner intelligence on the nation. As far as almost everyone in Trigunia was aware she was simply Katerina Berkov, a Indrala Trigunian that was a maid within the Northern Imperial Palace, gaining actionable intelligence directly on the Trigunia's Imperial Family... and the long laundry list of foreign dignitaries and high ranking government officials, military officers, and corporate heads that visited them. Katerina has dove so deep into her legend she had almost forgotten that she was an intelligence Officer until she had been contacted by her handler and informed her that she was being reassigned to the Royal Guard and that she had been tapped directly by Grand Duke Prince Thomas himself to protect Princess Beatrice and her new son Crown Prince Nicholas while they lived in Trigunia. Berkov had been trained to Royal Guard standards already as an HSIS Paramilitary Officer, its first female Black Operations Officers, and her intimate knowledge of Trigunia and her skill in five different languages hadn't hurt. She had jumped at the chance, taken her (still classified and unknown to all) Commission in the Royal Guards and been quietly reassigned as Prince Nikolai's personal retainer and Princess Beatrice's personal maid and attendant.

The night her world truly exploded she had been in the servant's quarters eating her evening meal; the Princess and her son had retired to her bed chambers so that the Prince could spend private time with his mother before bed and Beatrice has dismissed Berkov so that she could at least eat in peace for a time. She had been laughing and enjoying a vodka with several other staff when the first bomb alarm came across the PA. Something about that didn't sit right with here in the slightest even as she had began heading to her evacuation point until she heard a far off thudding of a helicopter engine and knew that this wasn't a bomb threat. The "accident" the Tsar had run into earlier in the week hadn't sat right with her and now she knew... his was a move against the Monarchy. All pretense of fear was gone and she turned and began running for the Royal Apartments. The first explosion as the 100mm tore through the gate further reinforced her through... these Trigunians were sloppy and far too much about overkill. They call in a bomb threat and then were going to explain how the gate has been blasted apart. She rounded a corner as she heard the gunshots coming from the Tsarina's bedroom which stopped her dead in tracks, her training kicking in. She saw the doors burst open as heavily armed Commandos thundered out shouting in Trigunian. "Find the boy!" She managed to get a glance at a patch on the Commandos arm.. GDB?! This was an internal job?! The arrogance and stupidity of the Trigunians was further reinforced... if those meatheads left ANY survivors there would be witnesses... how was the government going to explain this off? She rushed forward to the room, catch a pair of Commandos in the room searching through it, seemingly looking for the Prince. Berkov's eyes scanned the room and she went into a momentary shock as she saw Princess Beatrice dead on the floor, a gunshot through her head. That shock and sadness were gone less then a heartbeat later and replaced with an absolute cold professionalism; her Principal was dead... now her only concern was survival. She stealthily went up behind one of the Commandos who noticed a moment too late that he and his compatriot weren't alone in the room. Before he was able to react she had snapped his neck, taking his silenced weapons and putting half a clip into the other even as he was turning around to see what was going on... they were both dead before they hit the ground.

She put a round into each of their skulls afterwards and was about to leave the room when she heard a whimper on the bed. She looked underneath and saw an incredibly frightened and crying Prince Nikolai underneath, having been missed by the Commandos. Relief flooded back into her... her mission wasn't completely lost. Upon seeing Berkov he came scurrying out of the bed and straight into her arms. She instinctively took the young boy into her arms, wrapping them protectively around him, and soothing him as best she could. Unfortunately she didn't have time to cry and mourn... Princess Beatrice was dead; this was very clearly an attempted coup against the Royal Family, so Nikolai would be next on the list... she didn't plan on letting these traitors ever getting the chance.

Taking the Prince by the hand she lead him out of the Royal Apartments through the escape tunnels in the dungeons underneath, which lead back out into the city. Once she had been free and clear of the Northern Palace, she had hailed down a cab, covering Prince Nikolai in her jacket, and covering his face with a hood, and went straight for the Hutorian Embassy where, after using her rarely used or needed access code and code phrase was ushered in where she made her report to the Ambassador and the Cultural Attaché, who was secretly her HSIS handler in the nation, and the commander of the Royal Guards. it was agreed the Prince would be secreted out of the country the next morning, the Trigunians had no idea that Prince Nikolai was here, or that he had even made it out of the castle... it was privately agreed amongst the four assembled that the GDB would likely declare the Prince dead to their superiors to avoid the embarrassment of admitting that they hadn't been able to find him... once Nikolai was safely in Hutori he would be under the direct protection of the Hutorian government and Royal Family... and more importantly the full might of HSIS, the HFPS and the Royal Guard at Steuart House... then the King and Grand Duke's wraths would be unleashed as they sought the heads of those who were responsible for the death of their younger sister...

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Burns looked at the sleeping Prince and allowed herself to smile. Katerina Berkov was dead... but Royal Guard Captain Catherine Burns would protect the Prince for the rest of his life... and she made a vow then and there she would do whatever was required to ensure the death of his mother was avenged... and to make sure he one day sat on the throne that was his.

[Kubrick]

19:48, office of Commander M. Veldhuyzen, twenty-first floor, headquarters of the State Security Agency, Wiel, Vanuku.

The Commander looked up as he heard two rushed knocks on the door of his office, but before he could answer the door swung open and two of his subordinates stood in his office with a pile of files. Commander Veldhuyzen removed his reading glasses and stared at the nervous officers. "What is the meaning of this?" he uttered. Their senior officer, the industrious Captain Eksandrsrmo, stepped forward to answer. "A development in Trigunia that requires your immediate attention, sir, as per your previous order towards Lieutenant Schmidt." said the Captain, seemingly becoming more confident as he spoke. The statement intrigued the elder Commander, the young Lieutenant's direct superior wouldn't come unless this was something groundbreaking. "Pray tell, Captain." muttered Veldhuyzen, more and more intrigued. Captain Eksandrsrmo waved his hand and Lieutenant Schmidt placed a big pile of files on the desk of Commander Veldhuyzen. "Well, sir, we have only caught small bits of what exactly is going on because our surveillance grid in Trigunia is rather spread out across all agencies.. as you undoubtedly know." said the Captain, hesitating for a moment. "But as far as we can tell it seems that Trigunia has become the victim of a coup, it seems the royal family has been the prime target." said Eksandrsrmo, looking relieved that he got the message out. Commander Veldhuyzen's eyes widened, he swallowed before he spoke. "Very well. Compile a summary of your findings for the Prince, Prefect and Foreign Affairs Ministry, I want that out within the next ten minutes. I will handle the rest. Get moving!" said the elder Commander. The last shout startled both of the officers who rushed out of his office to do his bidding.

Veldhuyzen wasted no time himself either as he picked up the internal phone line to contact his superior, it only took a few words and a Cadet to rush a pile of files two floors up. Then another phone call to his revered colleagues of the 'dark department', Directorate 9. Without any delay they needed to get eyes on the ground in Trigunia, and if any could blend in and watch it would be Directorate 9. Their current local assets simply weren't reliable in times of turmoil. If the monarchy in Trigunia was truly gone Veldhuyzen feared the time ahead, the new Prince was known as meek but the Commander himself knew the man had a temper, especially when it came to things he cared about. Fellow monarchs were arguably a thing the ambitious Prince cared about. The elder Commander sighed as he realized the next three days would be spent without sleep at the office.

[Maxington]

19:22, Minister-President Study, The Residence of the Minister-President, The Bashnya, Petrovgrad, Trigunia.

Colonel Adam Sultanov had just returned from his vacation in Majatra. He had only heard rumors of what was going in Trigunia. He was invited by the Minister-President to his residency in the Bashnya to discuss his future actions in the State Security Directorate. Abakumov sat in a great walnut chair overlooking a massive library filled with books of feeble stories and tall tales. "Mr. Abakuov sir, you sent for me?" questioned Colonel Sultanov. Abakumov, whose eyes were still centered on a a book about the former Monarchs of Terra. "Yes Colonel Sultanov I sent for you, please...sit down over there. he points towards a wooden chair next to him. So he sat and he stared at the seemingly tired man. Politics had worn him out, he looked older than he seemed. For long he had been fighting the consequences of dodging illnesses. "They should make a new version of this book, they should as Tsarina Beatrice to this." Abakumov suggested. Sultanov looked at the man in confusion. "What do you mean sir?" Abakumov's head slowly turns towards Sultanov, his eyes look at Sultanov straight in his face amazed. "You didn't know?" Sultanov stilled confused for he does not know what he is talking about. "The GDB killed the Tsarina and Nicholas," Sultanov stood up in his chair and shouted,"What!? What!?". Only until today Abakumov's government had known of Tsarina Beatrice and Tsesarevich Nicholas suspected deaths."Where is the Tsar?" Abakumov would lean back in his chair as he'd remember where the Tsar was and why he was put there. "He's in the Hospital being treated for second degree burns to the face and chest." Sultanov had been shocked for all of the action happened when he was gone,"How did he burn himself" questioned Sultanov. "He was pouring himself some coffee, you know that son of horse and his muscle spasms". Abakumov answered.

"Wow boy, You missed out on a lot of things where were you?" questioned Abakumov. "I was on Vacation in Majatra sir" answered Sultanov. "Oh, Alright, Oh well, the reason i called you here was to discuss Hutori." Abakumov's face had turned serious when he said those words. "Since Tsarina Beatrice and the Tsesarevich were killed by a State Operated Agency, they will say it is an inside job, and they will blame the government which will evidently lead to my name being called in the hell hole." Abakumov explained. "The GDB pulled us into a grid-lock and I do not know how to get us out of the problem, I'm clueless" Abakumov said. It was only a matter of time before he would hear news of the Hutorian Government complaining and breathing down Trigunia's neck about Tsarina Beatrice's Death.

[Akhenaten]

02:35, Royal Palace, Sharba, Irkawa, Cobura

Grand Vizier Eiten Palaojlogo had been summoned to the Lord’s palace for an emergency meeting, almost certainly regarding Semayawi’s recent threats against the government. “This is not going to be fun,” he muttered to himself, an understatement. For as much as Refmenkhat Saksoure II liked to portray himself as above politics, he was as cold as the worst politician, with a violent temper. Some would say he had become somewhat paranoid in his old age. Palaojlogo had earlier assured the Lord that Semayawi was a fringe group that would crumble and run out of steam; investigations of their campaign financing methods would be unnecessary. That would lead to arrests and seem authoritarian, he argued, even though Tesfawye Bishaw’s group was almost certainly operating illegally.

“Sakho Palaojlogo, the Lord will see you now,” announced Saksoure’s personal aide, opening the gate to the throne room.

“Thank you, Tbeke,” he mumbled as he entered the room, hoping he wouldn’t get a decorative pot thrown at him. The door was quickly shut behind him.

“DAMN IT, PALAOJLOGO, YOU SAID THESE PEOPLE POSED NO THREAT?” Saksoure was clutching the newest copy of The Coburan Sun. “’Until the extreme-leftist dictatorship budges OR FALLS?!’” He threw the newspaper at Palaojlogo, who ducked.

Well, at least it wasn’t ceramic this time. “Sakho, I—“

The Lord went off into a half understandable rant. “These plutocrats, these assholes. Were you trying to get us both killed? We both know they’re going to attempt a coup at some point. They’re making a mockery of the Assembly. Proposing selling the military off to their paramilitary groups? We swear to Ajōrē they’re going to regret the day they were born. Can you imagine if they get control of the Assembly? We will both hang from the gallows,” Saksoure muttered. “Probably backed by the damned Augustans.”

“Oh, another insult toward my heritage,” thought the Grand Vizier. Those had certainly increased over the last 5 years. “Sakho, that has no chance of happening. The people are never going to accept their fascist rhetoric. They’re far too socially conservative for the populace. They’re a paper tiger.”

“35% percent, Palaojlogo. On the first shot! 35% percent! Enough of pretending to be this ultra-tolerant democracy, Palaojlogo. We’ve given them enough leeway. It’s treason now. Have Benti get the riot police watching the protests. Maybe get the masses to start some chaos. Order Desalegn to have the Ministry of Justice run an investigation on their campaign financing. If they can’t get anything there, they’re corrupt businessmen. They can get something on them. Perhaps we can get them sentenced to lashes. Show them who really runs this place.” A wry smile crept across the monarch’s face.

“Yes, Sakho.”

“Good, I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding. Now get out.” Palaojlogo turned to leave. “And shorten the legislative term to 5 years. You’re right; have to keep everything looking democratic.”

“Yes, Sakho.” The Vizier again turned to leave. “I’m getting too old for this,” thought Palaojlogo as he exited the throne room. He hoped the Lord’s son would be less unstable, for Cobura’s sake, but he couldn't help but agree with some of what had been said.

[Maxington]

9:45, Office of the Prosecutor-General, Ministry of Justice, Petrovgrad, Trigunia

"Gentlemen, I have bought you all here under a special tribunal by the Minister-President" said Prosecutor-General of the Trigunian Empire, Nikofor Miloradov to a round table with officials from the GDB,the General of the Federal Police and a Press Officer from the Imperial Press Office (The Press Office of the Trigunian Monarchy)"Now we begin this hearing, I do not intend to be push around from any of your friends, I could not care about any one of you around this table, just to make this clear, Mr. Klimtsov, I will not be toyed by your friends in the Office of the Minister-President and I have told them to fuck off." Miloradov says to the men around the table and to Mr. Klimtsov. "Now, It is believed that whistle-blowers have accused the GDB for the manslaughter of Tsarina Beatrice?"Miloradov questioned. "The GDB did not kill her, Documentations from my agents say that it was an attack from Anti-Royalists extremists." objected Mr. Klimtsov. "Mr. Klimtsov, I expect, when I am speaking you shut up and you listen, when it is your time to open your mouth and see how far you can lie to me, then and only then can you do so, If I am interrupted one more time, only god knows what i will do with you." Miloradov shouted. "Now, eye-wittiness reports say that the individuals who stormed the Northern Imperial Palace where wearing the insignia of the GDB, which raises much suspicion and many questions such as, If these men where the GDB or not, If not, how did they get these uniforms, who gave them their marching orders?"

"Lt. General Lazar Posokhov, Federal Police, you have five minutes to present your evidence for or against the charges on the GDB." Miloradov said. "Thank you Mr. Prosecutor-General, now Forensics reports from our labs show that she was shot by a 39mm weapon,the cartridge leans on a Ja-78, mostly used by our police, the Armed Forces and the GDB. Now, forensics also found finger prints on a guard who was found dead in the room where Tsarina Beatrice was named Sergeant Velimir Mitin. Now the finger prints run back to a Sergey Telitsyn, but when we ran research on the name, it came up as Deceased. That is as much as i can offer, I relinquish my remaining time sir." Klimtsov sat in his chair, watching Posokhov's statement has his anxiety grows as his plan is slowly being unfolded. "So.. We have ourselves a dead man walking." the room becomes silent as everyone is thinking what would this mean. But Klimtsov keeps his eyes on Posokhov and the Prosecutor-General at all times for he knows these two men could cause the most damage than anyone else in the room.

[Kubrick]

12:02, Prefectoral Mansion, Wiel, Principality of Vanuku.

"The plotters have been arrested, Prefect." said the man in the designer suit to Prefect Alexander Kárak, who was reading a newspaper while sipping an Istalian espresso. "Excellent." he responded, not even looking at the man. "Assure the trial is swift and the conviction is high treason, I dread the thought of tolerating these traitors to walk the same planet as our Prince." he said, after sipping his espresso. The man in the suit nodded. "Understood, Prefect. Was there anything else?" This time the Prefect did look up. "Yes, yes there is. Now that the greatest military treaty of Terra has been ratified we can fully prepare for what is to come. We have been given the right to claim all Jelbic nations as we are the legal successor state of the great Khaganate. The last Khagan's blood runs in the veins of our Prince. But we will extend our sphere far past just our Jelbic brothers! The entire continent of Majatra shall be our sphere, Dnk, mark my words." After the message he smiled softly and finished his espresso. "The Prince is worried about the cooperations between Beiteynu and Selucia, but he feels warmly about the return of the traditionalists in the Jelbek state. Either way, His Majesty wishes that you find a nation on Majatra that we can involve ourselves in, may that be economically or militaristic, the Prince wants at least one partner in the next years." said the Prefect, the last words were spoken harshly. "Understood, sir. The entire Directorate will devote themselves to this task with unyielding diligence." said the well-dressed man before inclining his head and leaving the room.

[Reddy]

21:45 a private residence in Sharba, Irkawa, Cobura

The old man sat in a cloud of smoke and tapped his cigar on the ornate ashtray repeatedly. As Bishaw walked in, he rose and shook his hand with an ash stained hand. Bishaw sat opposite him and the old man noticed his nervous glancing around and replied with a sardonic smile, “No worries, Tesfaye. The room’s sound proofed and bug-free. It was checked just ten minutes ago.” Bishaw nodded non-commitally and took a deep breath and then gave him the ‘why did you summon me’ look.

The old man ignored the look, taking a few moments and then started. “I got a good man from Jakania or one of those Majatran hellholes. Served in the Army or whatever for a decade or so as a sharpshooter. He has sharp eyes and could get a target a hundred metres away. The perfect...um what do the young’uns call it again...?” “Instigator,” Bishaw replied. The rewards would be great but so was the risk. The old man however thrived on risk and had built Kobra Corp a multi billion mining conglomerate from a tiny small scale gold panning operation at age twelve.

Bishaw considered the plan again. He was hesitant, he had preferred the one where they bribed a member of the riot squad to shot down one of the protesters. The pessimism seeped out his mouth, “But your guy could only fire one shot at most before someone realises what’s going on. Perhaps we should let the protesters bring knives, glass etc. The police wouldn’t move in on them if they felt no threat from them, surely not just on insults.”

The old man shook his head and replied, “Well, when the Jakanian dog shoots down one of the protesters, everyone, maybe even the police will momentarily assume the shot’s from the police side. The protesters will charge on them in rage, they will respond in similar fashion and the rest is TV and political gold. We then make the Royalist regime look as violent and thuggish as we've been claiming it is for years. The Jakanian will long gone by the time anyone realises what actually. He says he can escape from a second floor room to the bus station in no more than seven minutes or so. Our idiots can bring bazookas for all I care, just more fun and carnage and even more like to force the Government’s hand. After this...” Bishaw cut in, grimly stating, "The next step..."