New Vodam, Wulff Kingdom, Tussia
11:43 AM, May 12th, 2022
Three men sat in a rented office building, one that was overlooking a highway. One of the men was sorting through machine gun boxes as another was preparing an RPG round. On the highway there was a convoy moving in, a convoy with Nikolas Wulff, the King of the Wulff Kingdom, in one of the middle vehicles.
“They’re almost here,” one of the men said.
The one with the RPG nodded and went to the window, and held it through, aiming at the front vehicle. Leading his shot, he fired. The rocket soared through the air as the lead driver swerved just before the rocket hit the road, throwing the car over. The other two men fired out of their windows onto the convoy below, with two vans that were following the convoy speeding up as a sedan rammed the car behind the King’s, throwing the car into the median and injuring the drivers. The vans opened their side doors as they pulled up next to some of the security detail, laying down fire into the sides of some cars. Three sedans also sped up as the RPG man reloaded and fired, directly hitting a security detail. Ahead, cars were driving head on into the convoy after going the wrong way up an off-ramp. The convoy soon stopped with what remained of the security detail encircling the King. One of the vans drove straight through the convoy, unsurprisingly severely damaging the vehicle before it was lit up by the security detail’s rifles, killing all the men inside of it.
Meanwhile in the Tussian National Police Headquarters in new Vodam, various officers were preparing a quick response force. Helicopters with snipers were dispatched as various armored vans left the station sirens blaring, heading towards the gunfight. The King was surrounded, and their task was of the utmost importance in rescuing him.
OOC: This is all broadcast on the news after the convoy is stopped so anyone can react.
Trussian Times - Old is Gold
The Trussian King has made a announcement on the 14.05.22 that Trussia's currency will now be the Trussian Coin (which was thier Old Currency). The Trussian Coin is currently equal to 500 Solar Galactic Rupee.
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Biggonian Expeditionary Forces stuck in transit
Following the end of the war in Micalandia, the Biggonian expeditionary force sent to assist their allies in Spokane has begun the transfer to return back to Biggonia. However, due to the immense cost of transport, it appears that they are currently still in Spokane. The force, numbering around 7000 soldiers, is exclusively from Talland, and composes the 13th and 14th Royal Ivasburg infantry divisions, with smaller attachments from other units.
Their Tallandic heritage, alongside the fact that they have been abroad and therefore exposed to more liberal ideas, has meant that there are several conspiracy theories, involving the Empire's reluctance to bring them back, on fear of possible treachery. This comes on the back of news that a mass grave, numbering approximately 50 Tallandic officers, being discovered by Commonwealth soldiers. Autopsy shows that they had been executed by the Empire, though the authorities fervently deny this and have censored all information relating to potential massacres.
Either way, this means that the Biggonian soldiers are trapped in Spokane, which is growing increasingly tense ever since the controversial abdication of it's former King, Harrison and his replacement by King Adam. Many are concerned for their safety, though they are confined to ASN barracks across the country, as they still await transport.
KTC - Episode Four
A group of Dolplandian students were crowding around The Memorial of Fallen Soldiers on the Evergreen University campus. One of them climbed onto the pedestal where the monument stood.
“Hey guys. Mr. Sali said we need to gather a lot of people and info on how we can organize something. So, let’s do that! We should split ourselves into two groups. One will be gathering people, while the other should go see how we can organize a protest or something. Maybe the ladder should go to the student resource building.”
The crowd applauded and the person jumps down from the monument. The crowd split into two groups as the person said. They parted ways.
Part 16: My Church
“Tap…Tap…” The soft tap of Alek’s hand against the oak table echoed in his mind. It was the only thing keeping him sane, or better said, the best it could to keep him from breaking down.
In his mind, in his heart, so much as racing through with choices that he never wanted to make. He never wanted this… “And he never wanted to be born…” Said a voice far from Alek’s eye.
“H-Huh…?” Alek said confused as he turned his head, to see nothing present.
“Oh my boy…My sweet boy you don't know do you?” It said again, as if it was taunting him.
“Harrison…Nara…Charles…all of them have left you and what do you show for it?” The voice said, as if something was breathing down Alek’s neck.
“Oh Alek…the fair prince…You don't understand.” He laughed, seemingly laughing with more than one voice.
“You pushed them away. You broke them. Now you have a choice, to rebuild an ounce of joy left in your life or to bleed the world like you already bleed.”
Alek was taken aback by the words coming from his mind. Was this him? Was this what he wanted or how he truly felt?
“I don’t…I cant..”
“Do you hear it, boy?” Snarked the chatter. “You, a pawn in the game she set out…”
Alek gripped the sides of his head. Each eye tried to fight back tears as the voice taunted and laughed at him. “Shut up…Shut up…” He pleaded, only filling the being with fruitful joy.
“Take it one step further, my dear prince…~ What will you do when the riverbed meets the coming red tide?” Its teeth chattered, the cracking creak of bone echoed through Alek’s ears, roaring out like a drum with each heart beat in his breast.
Slowly Alek began to raise his head, his hands shaking and trembling without control as his black stare broke through the guise of whatever stood before him.
As the regent sat alone, in the empty room, a faint sigh left his lips as he stared out at a bookshelf. “In the willows I built my steeple. The leaves for my spirit. The roots are my church. The petals are my people..” He said ever so quietly before standing above the desk he had thrown to the floor. The papers he worked on, the glass of his tea, all broken or ruined.
But replaced by it all, was Alek and his conscious.