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[FINISHED] The Hawkwickan Civil War; You want some context for the other two North RPs? Here it is.
Topic Started: Jan 21 2016, 09:21 PM (801 Views)
Hawkwick	Jan 21 2016, 09:21 PM Post #1
Co-Keeper Posts: 195 Group: Vice Delegate Member #7 Joined: Jan 21, 2016 Nation: Hawkwick	Altberg Mountains, North of New Altberg. 8:37 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The border post was well guarded, and the guard detail had tripled in a week. This isn't good. Rickard Jensen stood 600 meters above the guard post. Two guards flanked him. All of them quietly observing. All of them watching in utter silence as the guard post stood still. With this post gone, the NFA could both gain a foothold on friendly territory and get the Anhurians to New Altberg in a day. Jensen turned to one of his guards. "How in the bloody hell are we supposed to take this thing out and send a signal to the Anhurians?". The guard shrugged, and set the safety off of his rifle. It was a HM-10, an older breed of 5.56mm Hawkwickan assault rifles. Still using cased ammunition. Jensen frowned. His team had identified over 150 troops, at this guard post alone. "It's three against a hundred. I don't know how in the hell we're supposed to do this." He sighed. "Damn it, Reinhart, why did you have to disappear?" Lamenting about how the Anhurians would be in the dark with his disappearance, he threw his rope over the cliff, the others joining him. This was going to be one hell of a tough nut to crack. HARM Command, Blackhorn West Compund, Blackhorn Island. 10:31 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Supreme Commander Erik Matterhorn stood over the holographic projection of Hawkwick, his circle of generals sitting around it. "So. The Anhurians have declared for that pisser, Hellhorn. They'll be coming soon, that much I know of. But they probably expect me to negotiate, to join with them, or some bogus shit in the like of that. Gentlemen, we do not negotiate with traitors. Nor with their allies." Cries of "Aye" echoed through the room. Matterhorn pointed to the map again, quieting the generals. "Alright. I want a status report on the Anhurian Military. " One general spoke up. "They have a small amount of tanks. A rather large amount of walkers, due to the climate. No reports on anything else, although I hear that their infantry armor is more advanced than Dragonplate." One of the generals chuckled slightly. "Walkers? If they attack with those, especially across one of our trench lines, they won't stand a chance." Matterhorn frowned. "I've fought alongside them. They're not that stupid. They'll be playing this one smart. Perhaps using fear of that "plague" to their advantage. Send a detachment to Luftberg to clear that cell of NFA out. I don't want them, or the Artstotszkans making a landing on our doorstep." Somewhere on the Anhur-Hawkwick border. 10:53 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hinrich Reinhart came to his senses. The dropship they had been in smoked furiously, but he had been dragged away. The soldiers tended to him, along with Evelyn Jensen, daughter of the former President, and another soldier. Five total, they had been sent to negotiate for the NFA in Anhur. "Is she alright?" His attention was instantly turned to her as she looked up slightly. She winced. "Yeah, I'm here." One of the soldiers quieted her down, and Reinhart saw the reason why. A piece of metal debris was sticking out of her knee. "I'll be fine, I've taken worse." Reinhart got up quickly. "Ev, I have too, trust me. But we're in no place to walk it off. Any sign of bad weather?" Reinhart asked one of the soldiers as he took a closer look at Evelyn. "Not yet. We're stranded, but I doubt the blizzards come this close to the ground." Reinhart nodded. "Send out the signal to the Anhurians. We can't survive long in this range, even in a valley, and especially not with her leg in that shape." He walked over to the dropship. The radio still worked, and the pilot was scavenging things of value from the cockpit. He turned the radio on, and set it to an old frequency. "This is Hinrich Reinhart, here with NFA assets to talk. We've crashed in the mountains, and we need assistance." He set SOS to loop and walked back to the soldiers.

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Hawkwick	Jan 21 2016, 09:48 PM Post #121
Co-Keeper Posts: 195 Group: Vice Delegate Member #7 Joined: Jan 21, 2016 Nation: Hawkwick	Site Ice Wraith, Blackhorn Island, Hawkwick, Day 9, 8:22 PM ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The bright light turned on one more time. Markus squinted at the sudden light, his face was bloody, and he had scratches and bruises all over his body, along with the gaping knife wound in his shoulder. He was alone in the room, this time, except for an almost familiar face hovering above him, a gruff expression on it. General Jorik Narheim quickly checked behind his shoulder to make sure he was alone, before turning back to him. “You probably don’t know me. But you are no stranger to my brother. I can save you from at least another two days of what they’re doing to you. You’ve already given them other info, but the location of your father’s estate remains a mystery to them. If you give me a name, even if it is something he’s not even at or visiting, hell it could be your house for all I care-” He stopped himself, trying to be more concise. “The point is, I can pull some strings and use this to spare you from anything more drastic. Consider yourself lucky I was replaced by Volk. I’m sure you’ve already met him.” He quickly turned his shoulder to check for the guards once more. “Alright, alright.” Markus grunted. “I have an estate…..in Korper….you can start there.” he said, looking up at the man towering over him. Narheim nodded. “Very well.” He quickly turned around and walked out, the heavy metal door slamming behind him. Markus Albrecht’s Vacation Estate, Korper, Heimar, Day 9, 1:22 PM ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lieutenant Dominik Schäfer burst through the door of the estate. He looked around frantically for Elisia, before finding her in the kitchen. He had a worried look on his face, “Elisia, it’s Markus. They took him…HARM, they took him.” A lamp shatters, Elisia was quick to her feet in grabbing her side-arm, but she herself paused, looking up at the Lieutenant with a concerned look. “Who!?...where, where did HARM take Markus!?...” She demanded, her hand still on her holster. “He went missing in New Altberg. He was supposed to take out a high level HARM Marshal. Last we saw was him shooting down the Marshal’s helo, his feed cut off shortly after. I assume they took him to the prisons on Blackhorn. That’s where they hide important HVTs.” he said. “Get me as much information on Blackhorn as you can, I need to get to Blackhorn as soon as possible, we need to get Markus out of there, I swear, if they touch a single hair on his head I will rip the living skin off their bodies and strangle them with it!” She paces for a moment before going outside. “Get me something, anything to Blackhorn.” He followed her outside, walking just behind her. “We can have a jet ready for you, it can take you into NFA territory in Hawkwick, Markus’ brother Viktor is there acting as an envoy for Heimar, he can help you. I’ll stay here and dig up whatever info I can and relay it to you. I’ll notify the rest of the guys, they can be of help, and they’ll rendezvous with you in NFA territory.” “Good.” She rushes out towards the location of the jet, boarding and hoping that Markus is still alive. Heimar Headquarters Camp, Outside New Altberg, Hawkwick, Day 9, 7 PM ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Viktor had been trying to help out wherever he could since they were rescued from the castle. He was acting as an aide for General Lewerenz. He was going over some patrol reports when a young guard walked in. “Sir, there is a woman here to see you. She flew in from Heimar, she says she knows Markus. We verified all her papers, she has your Markus’ authorization.” Elisia walks into the tent with a frantic look across her face. “Blackhorn, I need in Blackhorn, Markus is in there!” Viktor paused and looked at her. “I am aware of the situation, we have KSK teams on standby here.” Viktor studied her for a moment, “But first, who are you? Who sent you?” “What are you waiting for!? Send them in! I’ll assist when I get ther-” She pauses and shakes her head. “Where are my manners?... I’m Elisia. “I work for the Federal Intelligence Bureau…” she said. “Well, the Artstotszkans have the entire island blockaded right now, it’ll take a ton of shoveling of diplomatic bullshit before they let us thr-” he paused for just a second, it hadn’t occurred to him until just then. “Wait just a sec, I think I can call in a favor…” He walked outside the room for a second and told the guard to fetch Isabella, before walking back in. “The Artstotszkan Empress has a sister here, acting as a diplomat. She can help us out.” A few moments later, Isabella limped in, escorted by two Paratroopers, she quickly dismissed them, before walking over to Viktor. “I heard you needed me for something, Viktor?”. “Yes my lady,” he said, smiling at her. “This here is Ms. Elisia, she works for Heimarn Intelligence, and she is assisting in an operation to extract my brother from Blackhorn. He was captured during the battle in New Altberg, and we think HARM is holding him there. We need access to the island, is there any way you could make a call, and get us in?” he asked. Isabella thought for a few moments, before replying. “Technically, no one is supposed to get in or out of the blockade…. but, I might be able to convince Emperor Samuel to let a small team through, but getting out will be for you to figure out. It’s the least I can do after what happened at Hlymrek Castle”. Viktor looked over at Elisia for a second, and then back to Isabella, “Of course, I was only doing my duty” he said. “Now, we need to get access as soon as possible. We have a team on standby, as soon as you give us the word, we can go.” he said to Isabella. She stood and listened the best she could, gathering information, compiling, input into new sets of variables, process, compile, repeat… “Do it…” “I will join this team, I can help get Markus.” He nodded. “Sounds like a plan.” Viktor said. “I’ll be coming along too, we can always use another hand. You can take what you like from our armory, once you’re geared up, we can take a chopper out over the water and wait for clearance.” Two hours later the small chopper was flying fast and low along the water toward Blackhorn. The Helicopter suddenly lurched back and leveled out. “We need the Artstotszkans to clear us before we get any further.” the pilot said. A few moments later, the flagship of the blockade fleet contacted the helicopter. “Unknown Helicopter, this is the ANS Vanguard, you are entering into a restricted Airspace, state your purpose.” the static was “This is Kingfish-03, of Heimar KSK coming into Blackhorn.” There was a momentary pause, before they received a response. “Affirmative Kingfish-03, you have clearance to pass.” The helicopters nose tilted sharply down just seconds later and raced past the Artstotszkan blockade. Ten minutes later they flew up to a large overhanging cliff. The helicopter set down on the beach below the cliffs. Viktor was the first to jump off the chopper. Northern Blackhorn had been their only viable entry, but it was frigid. Viktor looked around, snow goggles on his face. “It’s gonna be a 10 mile hike to the prison complex.” She remained silent again. Input… compile.. repeat… input… She looked around as the helicopter set down and she ran off, her arms around a rifle and with gear on, she was already on the hike without a word, only responding back once. “Well...come on…” Soon, the snow turned into a full blizzard, blanketing the empire island in a foot of snow within minutes. Viktor had set up an ambush point in a small pass, where any communications gear would have trouble getting a signal. Viktor sat next to a large tree with his scoped DMR aimed down the road. Before long, he could hear the sound of a truck in the distance, coming their way. Once they came into view he came over the radio of the rest of the squad. "I want to try to take one of them alive, we might be able to get info on the security in the facility." As the truck neared, it’s headlights shining through the snow and fog, Viktor could see two men pouring salt on the roads. “Drop the guys pouring salt, and wait for the others to get out.” Viktor said, “On my count, 3...2...1...fire.” At his signal two shots were fired, a small synchronized thud from the silenced weapons, and the two HARM soldiers pouring salt dropped like stones, the blood turning the snow red around them. The other HARM soldiers quickly ducked behind the doors of the truck and took cover behind them, turning on their thermal goggles to check for contact. One of them, the one in the front passenger seat of the truck, peeked over the windshield and saw one of the squad members. Quickly smashing it in one motion with the buttstock of his weapon, he aimed and fired, hitting the man square in the chest. The driver began to back up, hitting a tree with the back of the truck before turning it around on the remainder of the icy road, speeding away once he hit the dry patch. “Fucking shit.” Viktor said. “Well, you know what they say, if you fuck up, get it out of the way early.” Elisia finally broke her silence, glancing over at Viktor for a moment. “Your aim is off by five point four millimeters… get that fixed.” She looked back through her scope for a moment before looking back over again. “I’ll show you how to shoot when we are done here, now we have a job to get back to.” Elisia walked down the slope to the icy road, going over to check on if any of the guards were still alive. One of them was writhing on the ground, and slowly crawling towards his dead mate’s rifle. A trail of blood painted the road behind him bright red. Elisia cracks a small smile, picking up pace, and slamming her heel down on the man’s head, forcing it against the ground, pinning, but not enough force to kill. “Hey, we have a live one here, what do you want me to do with him?” She twists her heel and applies more pressure down on her boot and the skull of the guard. He was gritting his teeth from his earlier wound. “Hi bruniik Fahliil. Nunon krii zey NALKUN!” Viktor was surprised by her brutality. “You intelligence folk have always scared the fuck out of me.” he chuckled. “Now,” he said, striding over to the pinned soldier. He kneeled down, swinging his rifle around onto his back. He leaned down to where he could look the man in the eye saying, “We need to everything you know about the prison. First off, we know you have a very important person there. Where is he being held, and how many guards are we looking at?” The guard winced, but took comfort in knowing that his cracked helmet display was recording the audio, at the very least. He tried to shake his head, but instead sighed into his helmet’s face cover. ‘“You’re already dead, you Heimarn pig! Just like your friend. Working with one of them, one of the ones like Soskiin. She kill me, whether I give you, give you the info or not. So just fucking KILL ME!” Viktor just sat for a moment, looking at the guy. “You would like that wouldn’t you. You can either just tell me what you know now, or I can have my friend here-” he glanced at Elisia, “-have a nice little chat with you. She’s an intelligence agent, and they are quite good at ‘persuading’ information out of people.” He attempted to struggle out of her hold, but was in vain. “You think you can persuade me to give up my country’s valuable information to this Vandiniumite bitch?” he yelled, hoping that maybe someone else would hear him. His helmet was still recording something, maybe only audio. He couldn’t tell. Elisia grasped at her own bag, unzipping and taking a old bloodied object out, a modified little device looked to be able to fit to the back of the skull, she flips a few switches, inverting back and forth, contorting in a strange spiral shape before a small buzz is heard, a grim smile going across her face, putting it against his neck, slowly going down further and further. “Now…tell me what I want to hear, or I will make sure you will be coughing up your own intestines…” He spit out blood from his previous wound. “You can’t threaten me. I’m already dead!” She speaks down at the corpse “Do you want to test to see if there is a fate worse than death?” She continued to rub the device down until she forces it up against his rear, the buzzing intensifying. “This will shock every nerve up the way.. all the way up to your brain.. it will turn your insides into liquids and your guts into bite-sized chunks for you to spit out…. you will not die until I will it. I am your Valkyrie, I can make this swift for you or I can make you suffer into the cold wastes of this land, rot along, wishing for another to come along, but you won’t scream, oh no you can’t, you can’t beg, you can’t move, I will paralyze you. You must ask yourself, do you want a swift death? Or do you want to forevermore suffer.” He yelled out in pain, before gasping and calming down slightly. “AUSUL SARAAN HI! FUCK YOU!” He rotated his head slightly, pressing a button on the outside of his helmet’s ear guard, backing up the footage and sending what was recorded so far to the network, while continuing to record further and transmitting live. “THEY ALL KNOW NOW! THEY-” Elisia grasps at his neck and raises him up, placing three fingers along the vertebrae along his spine while doing so. “That’s enough of that, I want to know what I wanted to know… NOW!” She grasps the fingers along to create a small pain, only to make the feel of discomfort of breathing. She speaks, this time towards her partner. “Get my kit out.. it’s a small silver kit in my pack, please.” The guard, gasped for air, before coughing up blood in her face. “I’d rather...die on my feet, than live on-” Her lifting him had also un-pinned his arm, and now his holster was in reach. He quickly grabbed the gun. “-the GROUND!” He fired, and at close range nothing could stop the round from penetrating straight through his head. He died with a gruesome smile on his face, blood trailing down his lips. Elisia couldn’t help but to smile, watching his head slump over, leaning over and licking up the blood going down the guard’s lips, Viktor rushed over and grabbed her by the shoulder, “Alright Elisia! That’s enough! He’s DEAD. He was just a soldier like us. He deserves at least a little dignity and honor.” She stops and turns back at him with a severe look on her face, her own eyes bloodshot, pausing for a moment, looking back at the body, staring at it for a moment. “...Fine, let’s move out.” she said. “I have had enough of these games, let’s go save Markus.” An alarm could be heard blaring in the distance. The truck driver had arrived back at the base. “Fuck.” Viktor said. “We need to move now.” Viktor ran into the tree line, and starting jogging in the direction of the base, his team close behind him. As they neared the prison, the alarm suddenly stopped. Compile…Compute Input…Elisia glanced back at Viktor. “Something’s wrong… we aren’t alone here...proceed with caution.” As they reached the edge of the woods, Viktor held up his rifle and surveyed the front of the prison with his scope. He quickly formulated a plan in his head. Elisia followed behind, careful of her surroundings. The prison was well defended normally, but both the watchtowers and the guard posts further down the road were completely empty and unmanned, and the cameras around the complex, as well as the antenna in the west side, were both smoking heavily. Whatever had happened, it must have affected electronics. Viktor knew if there was a time to pull of the mission, now was it. He signalled for the rest of the team to follow him into the complex, and he made his way down to the gate. The gate was controlled electronically, and was powered down. Viktor pushed it open and peeked inside to see if there were any guards walking around inside the courtyard. There were two, both of them distracted by a sparking transformer box. They could be heard murmuring about broken circuits, but the situation was clearly not as urgent to them. The truck which had escaped earlier was nowhere to be seen. Viktor waved to one of his squad mates and pointed at the two guards, and then ran his finger along his throat, as if to signal him to take them silently. Viktor crouched and snuck his way closer, trying to step where the snow was compacted, so the crunch of the snow wouldn’t give them away. The sparks of the transformer box seemed to drown out any noise they made. Viktor reached his target first, he rushed behind the man, and grabbed his head, pulling it back to reveal his throat, and plunged his dagger into his throat. Viktor made sure to hit his voice box so he wouldn’t make any noise. The second man, stunned, turned to fire on Viktor, but before he could, Elisia had grasped the man’s weapon away, grasping his neck with her fingers and twisting it around in one, swift motion before the guard could feel any pain, he was already dead. The two guards now laying heaped on top of one another. Viktor and Elisia then grabbed the bodies and dragged them back behind the box, out of sight. Two other men entered from the gate and Viktor motioned toward a door leading into the main building. The four then ran over to the door and stacked up outside it. “Where is everyone else?” Viktor asked. “Outside the walls. They’ve taken up positions to cover our extraction,” one of the soldiers whispered. “Alright. Keep it clean. Let’s get my brother out of here.” Viktor said. Viktor then slowly cracked the door to see inside, surveying the inside of the building. He saw a long hallway, both sides lined by heavy metal doors. The end of the hallway ended in what seemed to be a control room from the distance, manned by several soldiers. One soldier was patrolling the cells, his back facing towards the exit, slowly walking towards the control room. “I’ll take the guard in the hallway. I count 7 guards in a control room at the end, I think. You guys take them. We’re going to have to get a little loud.” Viktor said. Viktor opened the door, the light from outside shining down the hallway. Viktor entered first, firing several rounds into the nearest guard. The other three men followed him in, the cracks of their silenced weapons echoing down the hallway as they moved up against the walls. The guards in the control room quickly dropped to the side to cover themselves, with one of them yelling “SHIT” as he took a position to the side of the wall. They seemed to be armed with only pistols. They began returning fire slowly, the pistols letting them expose less of their bodies when they leaned to fire. Quickly, two heavily armed soldiers wearing all black armor came from the control room, which seemed to be a hub, leading to other wings of cells. One of them fired something from their wrist, and it exploded in midair, blinding and deafening everyone. One of them quickly set up an MG on the desk, while the other advanced into the hallway, the windows offering only limited visibility due to the lack of power. Viktor, along with his team dropped to their knees, and victor yelled out “Thermals!” as he grabbed several smoke grenades from his vest. He unpinned two of them and threw them down the hallway, quickly filling the room with thick smoke. He then flipped down the sight on his helmet, and pressed a button switching it to thermal mode. He could only make out one soldier, and fired a trio of rounds into him. One of the guards, having not equipped any helmet or goggles, dropped to the ground, writhing. The two soldiers, who could still see clearly due to their helmets, began unloading the machine gun down the hallway, it’s high fire rate and loud shots almost deafening anyone not wearing ear protection. The team of men all dropped onto the floor focusing their fire on the MG, a flurry of bullets whizzing by them, one striking one of the men in shoulder. The MG gunner turned the machine gun down and began spraying, but was knocked off of his feet and behind the desk by the weight of the bullet. It hadn’t penetrated his shoulder armor, although it had cracked. The two guards continued firing their pistols, with one of them frantically trying to open the weapons locker. Quickly finding a key hanging on the wall, he ran to the locker in plain sight of the door, and began trying to open the gate. Immediately they aimed for the easy target, laying several rounds into his back as he tried to open the locker. As the rounds hit him, he forced the locker open before falling to the ground, dead. Several shadows moved across their line of sight by the windows outside, but could barely be seen. Within seconds, one of the shapes outside ducked behind a window, and then quickly ran off, ducking. An explosion rocked the building as the heavy reinforced concrete was blown to bits. Three figures entered the shattered hallway, quickly laying fire at the HARM guards with unsilenced weapons. One of them picked Viktor up from behind, and shoved him against a wall. Wil gasped behind his mask, before dropping him and ducking. “Viktor, what the fuck are you doing here?” Viktor, still stunned from the explosion, paused and looked at the masked? man. “Who the fuck are you? How do you know my name?” Elisia was still in cover, her pistol trained on the HARM guards, firing only two rounds, aiming for any exposed parts of their armor that seem like weak spots, shooting until she ran out of ammunition, which was only four bullets. The last three of the guards fell down, with one of the CBT soldiers being grazed in the leg plate, and nearly tripping himself. Him and the other soldier turned the corner and quickly sprinted down one of the opposite wings, calling out for something as they went. Seconds later, a 40mm grenade impacted on the control panel, destroying the entire system control panel, and showering the ends of the hallways and the room in shrapnel. Elisia remained in cover for only a moment before grabbing her combat knife and running out, sprinting hard, prepared to throw the knife if need be. Wil temporarily lowered his face mask, now that their hallway wing was secure. “Remember me, honored guest?” he said, smirking slightly. “Wil?” Viktor said with a surprised look on his face, “What are you guys doing here?” He glanced towards the back. Evelyn took off her face mask, followed by the third figure. He was large, buff, had a small beard, and distinctively glowing yellow eyes. He was wearing a HARM uniform. He shook his head. “For me. What are you doing this far north?” Viktor didn’t recognize the man, he glanced at Evelyn and then turned back to Wil, “My brother...Markus. He disappeared in New Altberg, and we think they’re holding him here.” Hendrik Ansgar moved to one of the doors right in the hallway as Wil and Evelyn went over to watch the main hub to make sure the CBT didn’t return. Hendrik pulled out a marked ID card, after which he swiped it where the door handle usually went. He looked inside. “I’m sorry for what they did to him. He is...not the man he used to be.” He said, as he looked inside the dark cell. Inside, Markus laid in a ball on the floor. By this point, he was only a shell of a man. Viktor rushed in and knelt down beside him. “Markus, are you okay?” he asked trying to help him sit up. Markus only stared at him for a moment before he realized what was happening. “Please...get me out of here.” he said. Viktor helped him to his feet and as they entered the hallway, Markus flinched at the light. He had been sitting in complete darkness for days. He had his full weight on Viktor and could barely walk. Elisia was walking toward the door to the courtyard, and she glanced over at him for a moment locking eyes for a split second, but she could tell something was different, he had changed somehow. “Somebody grab him some clothes.” Viktor ordered. More gunfire could be heard outside as the two CBT commandos began attacking Wil and Evelyn. Hendrik’s eyes glowed an odd tone, and contrasted greatly with the silhouette created by the window in the cell. “We must move with haste.” He said simply, as the yells of one of the soldiers in the hall echoed into the cell. One of the KSK commandos began taking the jacket and pants off of one of the dead HARM guards, finding it surprisingly easy due to the lack of armor on the poor bastard. He didn’t suspect a thing an hour ago. As Viktor tried to hand Markus the clothes, he still stood there blank-faced, and staring off into nowhere. “Markus...” Viktor spoke up. Finally Markus snapped back again grabbing the uniform and putting it on. Viktor handed Markus a rifle, though he knew Markus was in no condition to fight. “What is your extraction plan?” Viktor asked Hendrik. “I had a guarantee from the High King that nobody would shoot at anything leaving the north coast...it is likely why you got through. Now, if I could just contact him-” The gunfire subsided in the hallway and Elisia appeared at the doorway. “We’re all clear out here. Let’s move.” she said. Viktor helped Markus and they made their way out to the courtyard of the complex. They could barely hear a helicopter in the distance. Yelling came out of the back of the camp, but the conditions outside that had developed since the initial raid made them barely visible. Within two minutes, HARM troops were swarming the prison, completely unaware that the figures highlighted nicely on their thermal goggles were not in fact other HARM troops. The helicopter drew closer, and it’s collision lights could barely be seen through the thick fog. It was trailing smoke slightly. The pilot landed it in a field near the compound and got out, waving at them to approach, the engine sputtering as it landed. Wil motioned for them to follow as the yelling intensified once the bodies were discovered. “Let’s go!” he said in a hushed whisper, trying not to yell out something too obvious. Viktor followed close behind him, practically dragging Markus with him. The pilot scratched his head as they approached. “Uh, we have a problem, Hendrik!” he said as Hendrik came up to him. “Fuckin’ Matterhorn just tried to kill the king and he fled like twenty minutes ago. The guarantee is a no-go. In other words, we better think of another plan fast, or-” They began taking fire from HARM, them having finally put two and two together. Viktor spoke up, “I’ve got an idea. What if we stow away on Blackhorn until we get some proper extraction?” Hendrik shook his head. “No, no. We have to leave, NOW.” He said to the pilot. The pilot scratched his head. “Fuck...alright, I’ll fly you out, but we need to move, now.” He got in the helicopter and began flipping switches, the rotors beginning to spin and the side doors sliding open automatically. There was another man inside, dressed as a medic. “I’m Arngeir, NFA Contact. Get in.” Viktor helped Markus in, and then sat next to him, Elisia following and sitting on his other side. Markus sat for a moment and then looked up at Elisia, and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. She hugged him back, squeezing tightly, and a single tear fell down her cheek. “I’m gonna make them pay, all of them.” she whispered in his ear. The others got in and buckled up, some of them shooting back as some HARM soldiers continued to fire at them. The helicopter took off, beginning to fly low over the landscape until it cleared the landmass. As they began cresting slowly above the icy waves, the engine sputtering, they received a radio call, and with it, a radar contact. Two bogeys, moving in fast from the north. “Long live king!” The radio call echoed through the chopper, leaving the pilot relieved. “This is Vortex 2-3, we read you. Long live the king!” He said, as the jets continued to fly over them, covering them until they escaped HARM airspace and then breaking off to fly towards wherever the king was fleeing to. Hendrik looked up at them. “This was our extraction, not yours. We’re going to Hlymrek. Maybe with this damn code, the war can finally end. And I really hope we don't have another for a decade.” He said as he looked at Markus. Northern Blackhorn Island, 34km West of Kingfish, Hawkwick, Day 11, 9 PM ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wil looked behind him from his position up on the rocks. Evelyn was preparing the snowmobiles already. It would be a long walk if they didn’t. They had been sent to rescue Hendrik Ansgar, an NFA mole in HARM, before he was discovered. And with it, hopefully crack the HARM Wyvern Network, giving them access to helmet cameras, troop movements, and any orders coming from anywhere in HARM. They were both wearing white hooded military jackets with snow camouflage pants. He had a former HARM M44 Assault Rifle, courtesy of Wulfar’s army. It was equipped with a hybrid scope, silencer, flashlight, and grenade launcher. Evelyn had some scoped DMR slung across her back, but her purpose was to hack the HARM data that Hendrik would hopefully give them. According to their info, he was waiting for them at Site Ice Wraith, a prison facility used for prisoners of war and high value targets. Their secondary objective was to rescue any NFA or allied prisoners of war being held at the facility, but that was a more daunting task, considering the site was only fifteen kilometers north of the massive Blackhorn North Base. That’s why they were taking the stealth approach. He jogged over to one of the snowmobiles and got on top of it, revving the engine before looking behind him. He made a thumbs up sign towards Evelyn, and they started down the path. About forty minutes into the drive an alarm started blaring in the distance. The cold made the sound resonate, although it could barely be heard over the blizzard. Wil stopped his snowmobile, Evelyn quickly coming to a stop behind him as well. “What the fuck…” He looked around, scanning the area. The fence to the facility was in sight, but they clearly hadn’t been seen. Whatever had set off the alarm, it wasn’t them. They reached a hill and began sliding down, hitting the large concrete fence to the facility lightly. Despite the alarm, the cliff was obviously considered safe enough that nobody was watching it. Directly on the outside of the fence, there was one entrance, directly through a power transformer box. It was quite large. Evelyn had an idea, and quickly cut the chain-link fence door open and began cutting at the wires of the transformer. Her gloves were of old HARM stock, and were designed to be insulated. She looked around for the fiber optic cable. The dragon network. If they could cut this off, the system would shut down all electricity in the area, as a fire safety measure. It was one of HARM’s worst system loopholes. She pressed down on the wirecutters, and the alarm stopped. They bypassed the gate and slowly snuck inside, peering around the corner of one of the barracks to see their target waiting at the predesignated location. Due to the power outage, they could easily walk up to him undetected considering the base’s patrols having very predictable patterns. Hendrik Ansgar took off his goggles and face mask as they approached, revealing a man with a moderately sized beard and two glowing yellow eyes. He was one of the Skuldafn Elds. Not many were left, especially ones with glowing eyes. He looked at them. “Very well. I have the data. Let’s go.” He said as he stood up. He opened his mouth to say something more, but was promptly interrupted by gunfire echoing from the jail. “That can’t be HARM fucking around. It must be friendlies.” Wil said, as he glanced over to make sure Evelyn was getting her weapon ready. He didn’t like throwing her into a firefight, but she knew what she signed up for. Hendrik put his face mask back on, and then promptly moved to the side as the gunfire drew closer. Two CBT men passed the nearest window they were by. The firefight was raging by this point. Wil took his backpack off and unzipped the top, promptly pulling out some clumps of plastic explosive, which he promptly put on the wall leading to where the firefight was closer. Hendrik followed closely behind, while Evelyn watched the rear, reluctant to ever get shot again. He pressed the trigger.
Hawkwick	Jan 21 2016, 09:48 PM Post #122
Co-Keeper Posts: 195 Group: Vice Delegate Member #7 Joined: Jan 21, 2016 Nation: Hawkwick	Hlymrek Castle, Hlymrek. 11:37 AM, Day 10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The helicopter touched down lightly in the courtyard of the castle. It was a husk now, and peppered with craters, but there had been enough untouched stone that they had kept parts of it as a base. Wil and Evelyn pulled the door to the helicopter open as the rotors of the helicopter slowly stopped, kicking up the thick layer of snow into the air. Hendrik jumped out, and my gestured towards Arngeir and the pilot, before jogging up to the armed guards which had come to see them through. “Medical emergency here!” Viktor helped Markus out of the cabin and he slumped down, nearly unconscious, but Viktor caught him, grabbing his arm and putting it over his shoulder. Elisia slipped under Markus’ other arm, and the two carried him toward the castle’s snowed in husk, under the direction of Hendrik. As they entered, they saw that what used to be the head governmental building of the NFA, had now been turned into a makeshift medical center, treating wounded soldiers from hastily assembled surgery beds with camouflage nets draped over the collapsed roof. One of the doctors quickly jogged up and looked Markus over, before taking him on one arm and placing him on a medical mattress. “What’s wrong with him?” He asked them. “He’s severely dehydrated, and sleep deprived. HARM must have tortured him, but he shows no physical injury besides that.” Viktor explained to the doctor. The doctor opened his uniform to reveal a slightly caked over, but healed shoulder wound. “Why bring him here then? He just needs water, and rest.” Hendrik spoke up. “We’re just keeping him here until the Heimarn Army comes to pick him up.” The doctor looked up into Henrick’s fiery eyes. “Who is this?” Viktor chimed in, “He’s my brother, and a KSK operative. Prince Markus Albrecht.” The doctor’s eyes widened. “Of Heimar? Your highness-” He was interrupted by a voice from the burnt out husk of the door. It was Hellhorn, wearing a winter coat and military trousers. “I came as soon as I heard. How is he?” He asked, his sunglasses that he normally wore being replaced by snow goggles. “He looks to be uninjured, but he seems out of sor-”, suddenly the crackle of Markus’ voice could be heard. “I’m fine. Get me some water.” he demanded. The doctor took a nearby canteen and set it down next to Markus, before running off to see another patient. Markus sat up, taking several large gulps of water before speaking up again. “Just get me home. I wanna sleep in my own bed.” he said. Viktor put a hand on his shoulder, “Of course, of course, we have transport on the way as we speak.” he assured Markus. Hellhorn looked him over, his slightly stubbled face looking gruff without any emotion being visible from his eyes. “Right, right. What did HARM do, exactly?” Markus lifted his head and sat up straight, looking Hellhorn in the eyes, “They made me see the truth.” Hellhorn squinted at him, but nobody could see it. “What?” he asked, clearly confused. “You’ll see.” he shrugged Hellhorn off. Hellhorn repeated himself, in the exact same tone. “What?” Elisia interrupted him, before walking over next to Markus. “We can speak about it later, for now, why don’t we let Markus rest.” Hellhorn gave him a glare, before walking off. Hendrik followed suit, accompanying him to discuss the Wyvern code. Evelyn looked him over, sighing at the destruction war had caused to both the castle and Markus. “Sorry.” She said, before walking off as well. Only Wil, Viktor, and Elisia remained. Outside the loud thumps of helicopter blades could be heard as Markus’ transport neared the ruined castle. Imperial Palace, Vandinium, 11:37 AM, Day 13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The heavy doors opened, and King Magnus walked swiftly into the room, his eyes staring directly ahead, wary of the situation that had been thrust upon him. Directly behind him walked a row of guards, loyalists who had come with him, and behind them his sister, Ava. Her light golden hair contrasted greatly with Magnus’ ashy blonde, but they both shared the same eyes. Ulfbert eyes. Their pupils were lined with bright, almost luminous green, but the majority of their eyes were gray. Across from them, the Emperor of Vandinium. Not a man he was brought up to like, but if the exploits Hans Jensen had pulled with this man’s father were true, then he had little to fear, even from his purportedly hot-headed son. Ava looked around the large chamber as she walked, it’s walls standing nearly flawless even among a partially ruined city. Down the long hall there was a medium sized throne, not as impressive as one might be, nothing outlandishly large, the man sitting in it had his eyes almost half-closed, a few people standing around in a semi-circle. The Emperor lifted up a small chalice and sipped at it, the smell of dark coffee was thick in the air, honor guard in uniform on either side, not in armor as they had used to but in uniform, holding out rifles, the butts to the floor and the bayonets pointed out ward, standing without flinching each and every one of them. The Emperor’s voice finally heard as he sat. “Ya.. Ya… just go forward with the transfer of funds, give the miner union what they want monetary wise, besides that I’ll support legislation for improved conditions in the senate…” He trailed off lightly perking up, looking over to the side and putting up his hand to dismiss his advisors, they all nod before leaving, the Emperor sipping softly at his chalice yet again before speaking, with a clear, loud voice. “Ah, I’m happy to see you made it, it’s wonderful to finally meet the famed Ulfberts… funny, I thought you two would be… scarier looking, then again I guess that’s just me reading your family’s background..” He straightens up and clears his throat. “Besides that, let’s get down the business, shall we?...” Magnus gave a bow and the rest of his entourage followed suit. "Emperor. I am King Magnus II of Hawkwick, and this is my sister, Princess Ava III of Hawkwick." He said, raising his head. Ava also raised her head, her long and slightly curly hair falling in front of her face, obscuring it. She quickly fixes her hair as the rest of the guards came up from the bow. Fredrick put up his hand and shakes it. “No, no no, no need for such formalities, that is for the cameras, you and I are equals here, we are all mortals here.” He smiles and puts hand away. “Still, it is quite the pleasure to meet you Magnus, and… Ava, was it?..” He gives a quick grinned glance at her before returning to Magnus, quickly taking a whisk from his chalice. “You came here for a reason, I have already had your rooms prepared.” He takes another sip, gathering his thoughts. Ava giggled behind them, but Magnus just frowned. "I left my nation behind so two groups of lunatics could fight over it. There is no honor in that. We'll stay here for as long as it's necessary." “Lunatics?... I think they are fine groups, showing complete competency in diplomatic excellency. His sarcastic voice enhanced by the caffeine in his system as he goes on. “I am prepared for your stay to last for as long as it needs to last, make no mistake these two groups show anger towards the world when they need to put their ‘big boy panties’ and try to make peace and friends with everyone they can, instead of allowing drunken angry fools on the screen, trust me, I would rather have you ruling that nation united instead of it being divided and having rulers that point the finger at everything they can possibly point at.” Magnus nodded as their bodyguards began to take their bags up into the bulk of the palace. "Hellhorn may be a drunk, but he's not stupid. Unlike Matterhorn, he has international backing, and a concrete plan for Hawkwick. Getting him to shut up will be a pain, especially with Heimar, the Kitiari, and the AAC at his back...I just really hope that one day, we can put all of this behind us. The night is always darkest before sunrise." He said, looking down at his wrinkled uniform. "Right. Sorry, Fredrick, but I need to get some sleep. Spirits know I need that." He bowed again and jogged off towards the doorway. Ava looked up at Fredrick. "So what's it like? Ruling a nation?" She asked, trying to kill the silence. Fredrick only listened and nodded at Magnus as he spoke, not wanting to interrupt him, he was wholeheartedly correct, he mentioned for a guard to lead Magnus to his room before turning back to Ava, listening to her. “Stressful, to say the least, I have an entire nation to take care of, to make sure each and every citizen, soldier, and diplomat is safe, fed, clothed, and brought up to international standards and even higher than that. But, although that has been taken away from me recently, I still have political pull, most of those damned senators are too lazy to start committees, so I offer my...‘services’ to the people, I micromanage my nation now. There is a certain pride to it, a certain greed and a certain anger you have to deal with as a ruler, but, as my mother always told me I must keep it all in control, my ambition in check, because as a ruler, your own ambition could easily lead to the death and suffering of other families, they have their own children, mother’s and fathers, trying to live out their lives, and with one foolish decision you could have them all killed, causing more suffering and misery, I should know. When I fled Blackwatch and made the foolish decision to go by water, keeping our communications to a minimum. The Kitari took that as an act of aggression, and thousands died for it, I have blood on my hands that won’t ever wash away…” Fredrick paused and put his hand up onto his face and brings it back down, feeling the small tear that had formed in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I got a little carried away, ruling a nation is a burden, but if you do it right, your people will be happy, and that’s all that matters as a ruler, the happiness of others.” Ava frowned. "Don't blame yourself. Blame the people responsible. Blame Blackwatch, the Kitiari, Hellhorn. You didn't do anything wrong." She said in a comforting voice. "When HARM took away my parents and took me and my brother, I wanted to blame my parents, or even myself for failing to act. But it was HARM. They did it, and I shouldn't blame myself. I should blame them, you know?" She said, pausing and biting her lip. "Right, well, I really should get out of this dress and get some sleep." She said. "If you need anything for your room my lady just ask.” She raised an eyebrow at him. "What would that be?" She asked him. Fredrick offered a warm smile. “Well, anything, if you need any new clothing, food delivered to you, if you need to be pampered, surely someone of your stature deserves a bit of luxury. Or company.” She looked up at him. “I honestly don’t even know where my bedroom is. Care to show me?” He was in the middle of sipping at his chalice again, pausing mid sip and putting it down, looking down and standing up, walking down two steps holding his white-gloved hand out. “Very well, my lady, might I see your hand?..” Ava raised an eyebrow and held out her hand for him to take. Offering a sly smile the prince took Ava’s hand, taking a small step forward and kneeling down halfway, kissing the top of her hand and standing back up straight. “It’s this way.” He turned, his hand still clasped onto hers and began to walk down a long hallway, each step echoing down, a few guards lining the halls and a few servants dusting off the tables. “In the throne room, your question worried me, if you are to be a monarch you must understand your subjects, but to be a successful monarch, you must also understand yourself, controlling your subjects go so far, controlling yourself can take you as far as your ambitions will go, at least, that’s what Cessius taught me.” They reach the end of the hall and take a turn down another one, more guarded, a pair of guards salute Fredrick and he dismisses them with a small raise of the hand, walking over to the solid wood door, engraved in reds and golds; with a small key he opens it up to a prepared room, a guest room with a upgraded status, a huge bed, furniture in the room imported from Hawkwick prior to the wars, hard to find in Vandinium, but not for the Royal Family it seems. “I tried to make it a little homey…” Ava sat down on her bed. “I’ll never rule. Not in Hawkwick, anyway. That job is for Magnus. He’s the ruler. He’s the guy with the plan. I just want to do my best not to fuck up along the way.” Fredrick blinked over at her for a few moments. “I’m more worried Magnus might fuck it up than you. I’m not sure about either of you yet, but I have seen Magnus stiff, with plenty of stress and a small layer of hate.” He walks over and sits next to her. She looked over at him. “And you think I don’t have any hate? Any stress? I’m his twin. I grew up with him. I was there when they took us away from our parents. I’ve seen what HARM does. They live up to their name. They had Markus Albrecht there, on Blackhorn. Torturing him. For all I know, he’s still there, wasting away.” She looked down, trying to forget. Fredrick was a little taken back, she was good enough to hide her own emotions, he should have figured as much from a woman, specialized in the arts of emotion. The prince pulled his arm around her, taking his other hand and tilting her head up, offering a small smile. “I’m sorry I upset you.” She looked up at him, her eyes turning slightly watery. “It’s just...I-” Fredrick continued. “HARM will fall soon enough, and you will be there to see them collapse, and until your brother sits on the dragon throne, I will see that I focus every bit of resources I can manage to achieve this, to end the suffering of your people, of your family, and then your beautiful emerald-green eyes will finally see peace and happiness.” He offers a small sigh before pulling her into an embrace. Ava hugs him back, already crying slightly. “W-Why?” she continued hugging him, sniffing a couple of times. “Why do this?” Fredrick still held her, speaking in almost a whisper at this point. “I feel… that it’s the right thing to do” Biting his lip not wishing to show any further affection, he still has to uphold the gentleman’s code. She blinked a couple of times, her tears dripping off onto Fredrick’s clothing. “B-but, you don’t have the resources, or-or the, allies-” Fredrick brings himself down and gives Ava a soft kiss, was meaning to break off but he continued, linglering for a few moments before breaking off, his heart racing now. Ava blinked out more tears. “I’ll do what I can, I’ll find a way.” She leaned in for another hug. “They’ll--they’ll tear you to shreds. They tore Blackwatch to shreds, they tore my life to shreds. The NFA, they, they have backing, and allies, and money. I...I don’t know what to do. None of us do...” “War isn’t going to do it alone, then we will find another way, I will do what I can, gain my allies, my resources, I’m telling you, we can do it, there’s hope. There’s always hope.”Ava tightened the embrace as she continued sobbing. “T-thank you...thank you so much.” she said, her voice barely audible. The only response was a small tightening of his arms, tilting his head down and closing his eyes a little, running the thoughts through his head while Ava let all her tears out. “Ava, I’ll be here for you..” Korper, Heimar, 4 PM, Day 13 ------------------------------------------ After the nearly four hour long flight home, Markus wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep until he couldn’t sleep any longer. The SUV pulled into the driveway of the large estate and Markus, Elisia, and Viktor all stepped out. Immediately Markus knew something wasn’t right. There were long skid marks in the driveway, and looking up towards the front door, he could see it was open. “Elisia, get your pistol.” he said. Elisia, sensing the tension in his voice, quickly grabbed her weapon from its holster, and started toward the front door, as Viktor drew his weapon and followed close behind. Elisia slowly opened the door and peeked inside, only to find the house mostly empty. She walked in and started clearing rooms, with Viktor doing the same. As they went about securing the estate, Markus just stood in the entrance hall. He already knew what happened, and at this point he was trying to remember if he had left any sensitive information that HARM could use, but he was always careful, and figured HARM was only in possession of some family photos and other personal items. Viktor and Elisia then walked in, “Everything is clear, looks like they took everything with them.” Viktor said. Markus stood, contemplating his next move. Markus then walked over to his older brother, “Thanks for the help Vik, but I think me and Elisia can take things from here, you have more important things to do than worry about me. My team should be here any minute, i’ll be safe.” he said reassuringly. “It’s always nice to visit you.” Viktor said with a slight chuckle. “You know where to contact me if you need anything.” he said. The two brothers shared a brief hug before Viktor turned to leave. Markus turned to Elisia as Viktor’s footsteps echoed down the hallway. “Alright. I want you to give Jarik Narheim a call, tell him we need to have a meet.” Elisia nodded, and walked off to set up the meet. 21km Northwest of Korper, Heimar, 11 AM, Day 22, ------------------------------------------ Markus and Elisia stood outside a big wooden hunting cabin a few miles outside Korper. It belonged to Markus’ family, and he had spent several summers there as a child, learning to hunt and fish with his grandfather. They stood waiting for Jarik Narheim, CEO of Vokun. After almost two hours waiting there, they were restless. Eventually, around noon, a distant rumble could be heard, and a blue sports car came down the path, picking up some dust as it went. It spun around slightly near the cabin, and one of the doors opened upwards. Jarik Narheim gave a slight nod towards Elisia and Markus as he began to walk up to them, eventually coming to a stop and taking off his sunglasses. “It’s an awful risk getting me this close to HARM, Markus. Matterhorn still wants me dead.” A voice called out from the car. “Good thing I don’t.” Jorik Narheim exited the car, wearing HARM camouflage pants as well as what seemed to be a dark leather jacket. Unlike his brother, his hair was longer and unkempt. Jarik looked over at Jorik, before glancing back at Markus. “He is an asset now. A very useful one. I figured this meeting had something to do with your imprisonment on Blackhorn, so I brought him with me. Along with every piece of equipment HARM took from your house and from you when you were captured.” Markus could see Elisia tense up as she saw Jorik step out of the car, her grip tightening around her pistol. After his little introduction, Markus gave her a subtle nod, and she relaxed a bit. “You would think a man of your disposition would be smart enough not to wear the fatigues of a faction we’re at war with in Heimar.” Markus said, he turned to face Jarik, “How do I know he can be trusted?” Jarik looked back at Jorik. “Because I wouldn’t have brought him here if I didn’t trust him. And I do.” Markus seemed to relax a bit, he trusted Jarik, although he would never let him know that. “We’ve got some things to discuss then.” he motioned toward the door as he walked over and opened it, letting the two gentlemen in. Inside, they walked into a large open space with fur carpets and animal heads on the wall, as you’d expect with any hunting cabin. Above a large fireplace there was a mountain lion head mount and the family coat of arms, a symbol of the origins of the Albrechts. Jarik looked around this place while Jorik quickly found a seat. Markus grabbed a few bottles of ale, and offered them to his guests, popping one open and taking a gulp himself, he sat down on the large leather couch. “So, as you made it obvious you know of my capture, that’s actually why I brought you here.” Markus paused for a moment. “I want them dead. All of those who had a part in it, but I need information.” Jorik spoke up. “Thaaral Konahrik captured you. Dragged you to the helicopter himself. Interrogated you himself. On Matterhorn’s orders.” Markus thought back to the crashed chopper, his memory still hazy. “Ah...I remember him. I was supposed to kill him.” Jorik nodded. “He is a hard man to kill. He first saw combat in 1995. First Blackwatch War. Killed fourteen of them by himself, clearing a room. Not all of them with bullets. If you want my opinion, that man’s unstable.” Markus nodded. “Apparently so, he’s a lot tougher than he looks, he whooped my ass.” Markus chuckled a bit. “Anyways, I want to personally kill this motherfucker. Is there any way you could get me in?” he asked Jorik, who raised an eyebrow. “Well, of course. But it’s risky. And the man loves to suck up to Matterhorn. He’s almost always somewhere near him. Never next to him, though. Matterhorn is paranoid enough that sometimes I think he wears tinfoil hats in his spare time.” Markus put his hand up to his chin, thinking of some way to use his paranoia against him. “Let’s make his paranoia come true then. Surely you have some supporters still close to him. If we can create a divide, a crack in HARM, they would fall apart.” Markus said, looking toward Jorik. Jorik blinked a couple of times. “You want to topple HARM...to kill Thaarall Konahrik? Why not have one of my insiders just kill him there?” Markus sat forward in his seat, “He’s mine to kill. I was taught to do the wet work myself, not pass it on. I want to see his face when I'm holding a gun to his head.” Jorik leaned back in the chair. “Awfully dark. I like it. But I don’t understand why you want to topple HARM to do it.” Markus spoke matter of factly, “We are at war with them. It is going to happen either way, this way it’ll be faster, and less lives will be lost.”Jarik spoke up, interrupting his brother’s next statement. “And leave that pisser, Hellhorn to run things? My country will be nuked in weeks.” Markus put his arms up in confusion, “So what do we do then? Either way HARM is on the losing end right now.” Jorik shook his head. “I always fight for the winning side. And I can tell you right now. HARM could end the war in a day. That station above us only proves the obvious.” Jarik frowned at the mention of the station. “They stole that from me. I spent a fortune developing it. They were supposed to be for the open market. Which, of course, means nations selected by me.” Markus laughed, “And that idea came from who? You’re not the only ones with a big ‘Space Gun’. Wahland has 3 LOKIs above us as we speak. I doubt you could fire that thing without imperialists like Wahland and Aglrinia getting their panties in a wad.” Jarik scoffed. “Fuck them. They may have invented the concept, but we perfected it. And then HARM stole it from us.” Jorik continued. “And now they are in control. If the NFA wins, Hawkwick will be a crater before it is a utopia.” Markus nodded, “So, surely you guys have a plan, or some sort of fallback if the NFA wins.” Jarik shook his head. “Not my problem. Not anymore.” Jorik looked to him then back to Markus. “Mine was to defect to Heimar, if things got really bad.” Markus paused for a second, a look of clarity coming over his face, as if he had an epiphany. “I have an idea. You guys are going to tell me I’m stupid.” Markus sat forward, utterly concentrating. “Matterhorn wants a King, so that’s what we’ll give him. ME. You have insiders, Jorik, use them. The people of Hawkwick are broken, and tired of war. They need a new, strong leader to unite them again. I can be that.” Jorik frowned. “And why would they rally behind you? They barely mustered up the courage to rally behind that Ulfbert brat.” Markus scoffed, “Magnus was a joke. Matterhorn is an idiot for even attempting to gain the Ulfbert name a snippet of legitimacy. Ulfbert wasn’t truly a king anyway, everyone knew that. It was Matterhorn calling the shots. Jorik, you hold influence, tell them that you believe in me, and they will follow, we can weed out those who don’t.” Jorik nodded. “The old Ulfberts. The true kings. They were icons. You have to become an icon, Markus, or this won’t work.” Markus looked far into the distance, “I was out there fighting in that war. They told me there was nothing to fear. But when they captured me, tortured me, I caught a glimpse of something. I’ve looked for it ever since. And there is something out there in the darkness, something terrifying, something that will not stop until it gets revenge.” He paused and looked down. “Me.” Imperial Palace, Vandinium, 11 AM, Day 26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Kaiser walked slowly through the heavy doors, his entourage following close behind, as they always did. Frederich was slow to make his way through the room, his old age showing, as he now needed to walk with a cane to help him keep his balance. He was flanked by several royal guards, and his board of advisors walked followed close behind. After several silent moments he finally reached the throne, where he bowed his head slightly, “So I finally meet the young man who shares my name.” he gave a soft, light hearted smile. “Welcome, it is a pleasure to meet the wise man of which I share my name with.” Fredrick smirks, standing and bowing back before taking his seat again. “I’m curious why you come to me, a wise man such as you should know that it should be taken up to the senate.. or to grease a few corrupted hands in the senate, I still have a shred of power myself but only a shred. I must know, why do you come to me first?” The Kaiser chuckled a bit, “I’m very old, and I understand how power works. I know a democracy when I see one, and this is only half of one. I mean no offense of course, but you are very influential, I’m sure you could pull whatever strings you need to make things happen.” Frederich waved to one of his aides who brought a small stool for him to sit down on, as the old monarch was becoming shaky from standing so long. He sat down with a slight groan. Fredrick sees this and almost perks up. “Should I have one of my servants get you some tea?” Frederich smiled again, “Ah, tea would be nice, we don’t drink much tea up in the far north,” he grinned. The prince nodded and looked over as two servants bring in a silver tea set with gold along the rims, along with a small table to be placed between the two, the two servant boys glance up at the older man and quickly pour his tea and brings it over carefully. “B-Be-careful sir, it’s hot…” Fredrick got up and poured his own, going back over and sitting down, taking a soft sip, waiting for the older ruler to wet his throat before speaking up. “Vandinium was once the world’s leading producer of fine teas.. but you can still see the state of it..” The prince clears his throat. “Now, down to business?..” The Kaiser sat up in his seat, “Ah, yes. I’ve come to offer you…” he coughed a bit before clearing his throat, “To offer you an alliance. As you know, the war is still raging in Hawkwick, and progress has slowed immensely. My troops are some of the best equipped and best trained, but many don’t have enough combat experience to fight these hardened HARM soldiers, and we need help. YOUR help. In exchange I can provide you with the hardware, and any financial support you need to help your recovery efforts here in Vandinium. I have plans for my nation before I die, and I don’t want to waste time on a wasteful war. So, what say you?” The prince listened closely to the man speaking with the utmost attention, with every crimson word, waiting until he is finished speaking, tilting his cup of tea and taking a small sip, placing it down on the platter and smiles up at the king. “In hindsight I would agree to it all, but these terms are fairly broad, the senate uses specific methods, the number of soldiers, budget, the terms of alliance.” Frederich spoke up, “Of course, of course. Currently me and my staff are too busy to come to an agreement, but my daughter, if you’ll have her, can stay to act as my liaison, and coordinate whatever terms you wish. She has been aching to get out of that cold old palace in Zwickau anyway.” he chuckled, looking back toward the small group of staff. Mallorie came forward, and stood next to her father. Mallorie had thick, softly curling golden-blonde hair, large dark blue eyes, unblemished skin and a slender yet shapely figure. Fredrick cleared his throat, taking another sip at the tea before placing it back down on the table. “She can stay, I wish you had told me of this, I would have had a guest room refurbished by now.” He shakes his head for a moment, getting a thought out of his head. “You have my word, I agree to this military alliance, in exchange for the hardware required to refit the republican army, and the ever-needed financial support for the reconstruction, the Imperial treasury can’t fund it all itself.” He stands again and walks forward, holding out the palm of his hand to the Kaiser. The old man stands up to meet the prince, giving him a firm handshake. “It was a pleasure my young man. I look forward to working with you in the future.” Fredrick shook, feeling his hand almost become crushed, almost a shock to him, the old man was able to cause that level of pain with a simple handshake, he shook it off. “I-It was a pleasure to meet you too.” Once they let go he let out a sigh and mentioned towards the tea set. “As a gift please take the set, made before any of the wars by Lang-Hou craftsman, if your entourage can carry it I can also send some fine Imperial tea with you as well.” Frederich smiled, “You’re too kind, I’ll have to have one of my nephews send you some fur coats then. We used to just be a bunch of hunters, us Albrechts, but we were the best in the North.” he chuckled. Fredrick perked up again and smiled “Then I expect the coats to be finer than the boars and deer we are used to here!” offering a small laugh, turning to Mallorie and offers her hand. “Shall I escort you to your room M’lady?..” Mallorie giggled, “That would be great. Thank You.” The Kaiser and his staff walked back through the large doors and walked back out to head home. After taking her hand, giving it a small kiss as tradition when meeting new maidens, taking her and walking down a long hall. “I will have to move you to a guest room, and have another refurbished to fit your tastes, should you need anything, feel free to have a guard go and tell me what is it you need.” Mallorie smiled, “That’s quite alright, I like the change of scenery. It’s nice to experience new things, new cultures. I’ve only ever known home.” A voice echoed through the hallway. “Tell me about it.” Magnus Ulfbert had a certain air of warmth around him, something only amplified by the jeans and hoodie he was wearing. “Princess...Mallorie?” He asked, eyeing her. “Yes, I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure?” she said, giving him a look over. “You look strangely familiar though…” Magnus chuckled. “Magnus Ulfbert. The Second.” Mallorie was surprised, she wouldn’t have been able to recognize him. “Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you, your grace,” she said, giving a small bow. “I didn’t recognize you in jeans and a hoodie,” Mallorie laughed. Magnus laughed as well. “So, what are you doing here?” Mallorie stood and fiddled her thumbs, “My father made an agreement with Fredrick here, and I’m going to be acting as a liaison for him. So, I guess you should be seeing me around here for a while.” Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? In that case, we’re practically roommates.” Mallorie smiled, “I guess we are.” She gave what almost looked like a small wink. Fredrick couldn’t help but think childish thoughts. “Oh? Roommates? I can work that out while I at least get your room nice and clean.” Magnus raised th of his eyebrows. "Uh...okay then." Fredrick almost had a childish smirk now but still has a slight voice of a gentleman. “Magnus, would you kindly show the lady to her room?...” He lets go of her hand and gives a sly wink. Magnus, already standing at the intersection of the main hallway with his, motioned to his right. "In here. First on the right. " Mallorie gave a small smile and wave to Frederick, and started down the hallway with Magnus. Fredrick bowed slightly like a butler. “I hope you enjoy your stay at the Faux Emperor’s Hotel.” He chuckled before walking back. Magnus waited until Fredrick disappeared down the hallway before turning to Mallorie "He's absolutely nothing like they say he is." Mallorie giggled, “No kidding.” she paused for a moment, she had a thoughtful look on her face, “So, I never really heard the full story of what happened to you guys. I mean, like, one second you were King, the next you were running away.” Magnus looked up and pushed his long hair behind his ears before looking down into her eyes. "Matterhorn's men come into my chambers one day. Shove a gun to my head. Talk about how Matterhorn kept saying he made a mistake. So then one of them, out of the blue, shoots the other two and I get picked up by a cargo plane of HARM royalist defectors. Now I'm here." Mallorie listened intently, “Those HARM guys are vicious." Magnus chuckled. "For them, orders are orders. Here we are." He opened the door to his prepared room, showing a double bed with several paintings on the wall above it. Two suitcases lay in the corner, an old longsword laid on top of them. Mallorie thought about her brother for a second, “I’m sure mostly they’re just like any other soldier, following orders, like you said. My brother spent, er, some time with them on Blackhorn, and now my oldest brother Viktor says that something is different about him. It kind of scares me.” Magnus nodded slightly. "I heard about that. They had him for days. They broke his spirit. Ava apparently tried to stop them at one point...but she couldn't. Like I said, for HARM, orders are orders, no matter how nasty." Mallorie looked down at her feet, “It’s kinda ironic. I mean, Markus was always the same way. When he was told to do something, he would always get it done, no matter what. Then people thinking the same way get him captured and tortured. World’s fucked up.” Magnus sighed. "And I was a drive away from that world. This place is the safest place I've ever been to, except for maybe HARM Command. And I was never really safe there." Mallorie looked down at her feet again, "It’s crazy how quickly things can change. Just a week ago, we were technically at war with each other, now I'm here striking up a chat." she laughed. "If people would just think of that when they thought about going to war, the world would be so much different...so much better. Of course its hardly ever the ones starting the war that suffer, usually they send the civilians to do their bidding." Magnus snickered. “Now that’s a thought. Matterhorn fighting on the battlefield. He hasn’t done that in two decades. Man’s a paranoid wreck.” Mallorie thought silently for a moment, “You should talk to my dad. I know you used to be the enemy, but I think he can help you. You probably won’t be a King, but he can give you the resources to help your nation. Hawkwick needs somebody who can bring them together again, to fix the damage make everything work again.” Magnus looked down. “I...uh, I don’t know if that would be a good idea. I mean, the NFA hates me and it’s just...a mess out there with this alliance.” Mallorie put her hand on his shoulder reassuring him, “Well, it’s not gonna be easy, it’ll take a lot of time and work, but it’s possible. I’m pretty sure the people of Hawkwick are tired of war all the time. They probably want peace even if it costs them everything, which means they’ll listen to what you have to say. All you need to do is give them inspiration.” Magnus shook his head. “No, I...I don’t know. My last name is probably the worst one to have if you live in Hawkwick.” Mallorie looked him in the eyes. “Then this is your chance to redeem your name. Talk to them like you’re just another person, without all the bullshit, just like you’re any other citizen, and not a ‘King’ or whatever. My dad always taught me that. No matter what your ‘status’ is in society, if you always treat people as equals, they’ll listen to you.” Magnus sat down on his bed, brushing off some of his trinkets. “That’s Hellhorn’s argument. He’s always going on about how your status doesn’t matter.” He sighed. “Yeah. Well, bathroom’s on the right, balcony’s behind the left door.” He pointed to an ornate stained glass door to the left of his bed. Mallorie opened the door and walked out onto the balcony, leaning on the railing and taking in the sights of the city. Much of it was covered in scaffolding and half built buildings, part of the ongoing recovery of the nation. Magnus got up and slowly walked up behind her. “What do you think?” he asked her, gazing out into the city’s skyline. She let out a small laugh, “Even though it’s half destroyed, it’s still better than staring at the same old interior of the palace back home. I never got to travel much. So it’s a nice change of scenery.” Magnus looked to the sky. Several jet trails still scarred the perfect blue sky. “Just be lucky you got to travel at all.” Mallorie turned to him, “So what about you? What was life like before you were suddenly declared a King?” Magnus shook his head quick. “Oh, you wouldn’t be interested in that. It was..it was normal, I had friends, I went to school, I partied. Spirits, a lot has changed.” Mallorie thought about her childhood, “I pretty much went to school and that was it,” she laughed, “my dad was always really serious about our education. He said that if we went to school and worked hard, he might let one of us be the ruler of Heimar one day. Markus always took that promise seriously. He was the best at everything he did, and me, I’ve never really taken anything too seriously.” Magnus breathed in the clear midday air. “I never got anything done either. Not that it matters, anyway. I have a clean slate now. Who knows, maybe you will too.” Mallorie raised an eyebrow. “Maybe...hopefully.” They both stared out into the city. “Hopefully.” Korper, Heimar, 11 AM, Day 27 ------------------------------------------ Markus sat on his couch holding a small phone. He had been sitting there staring at it for nearly an hour, trying to talk himself out of everything, but he knew that it had to be done. Finally, he pressed a button and the phone began dialing. After a few seconds a voice came over. “Yes, Sir?” Markus paused for a moment, his heart racing. Once he made the call there would be no going back. “Do it.” Immediately the person on the other side responded. “It will be done, my lord.” Markus ended the call, and stood up, heading for the door. He was in full combat gear, and walked out to a small helicopter, where he and his small personal team loaded up, and the helicopter took off, racing to the east at full speed.
Hawkwick	Jan 21 2016, 09:48 PM Post #123
Co-Keeper Posts: 195 Group: Vice Delegate Member #7 Joined: Jan 21, 2016 Nation: Hawkwick	HARM Command, SPAR Center, 12 PM, Day 27 ------------------------------------------ Erik Matterhorn was not in a good mood. He hadn’t been in a good mood for two decades. But he hadn’t had a mood like this since Blackwatch invaded. And that was saying something. He might as well reveal it to someone. The SPAR room was a perfect place to do it. Strategic Protection Attack RADAR. The network that had been supervising over Blackhorn Island for almost three decades now. It’s command room had traditionally been used as a gathering of the generals, and today was no exception. The only bad part was having to come in person. He entered the room quickly with his thirty elite guards quickly filling in behind him, he singled Konahrik out of the bunch and instantly acknowledging him. “Konahrik, you let them escape. You. Let. Them. Escape. Are you out of your god-damn mind? The king I could forgive, but you let our most protected prisoner escape. Didn’t Ansgar tip you off?” Konahrik raised an eyebrow. “Ansgar defected as well. Hardly anyone is actually loyal these days.” They were interrupted by Jorik Narheim. “And why is that, my good generals? Is it because we’re too nice?” Matterhorn wouldn’t have it today. “Shut your gob and know your place, Narheim. If you weren’t so strategically competent, you would be gone right now.” Jorik nodded begrudgingly. “Aye.” he said, barely audible. All he had to do now was wait. Outside, the small transport helicopter touched down on a small helipad and a team of armed men jumped out. They all wore balaclavas, and were dressed in HARM uniforms. The loaned Dragonplate armor was their size, and was jet black with yellow accents. The mark of a VIP. Markus lead the way. He walked up to the entrance, where he was stopped by the guard. Not needing to be stopped and searched due to his access, he simply flashed an ID card and entered. He then headed straight for the SPAR wing of the underground facility, rounding several hallways as he went, the walls lined with guiding arrows showing him the way. He had rehearsed the entire plan with Jorik. After several minutes, they arrived at a large set of doors, marked with yellow stripes and labeled “SPAR”. Each man quickly checked to make sure nobody was watching behind the narrow offshoot hallway before one of them quickly disabled the singular security camera that could see them. They checked their rifles and equipment one last time. Markus took a long deep breath to calm his nerves, and entered. The squad walked in casually, and spread out to the left and right of Markus. The last man closing and locking the door behind him. Matterhorn instantly looked up from the planning table to see the masked men enter the room. “What is the meaning of this? CBT has no jurisdiction in this sector.” he stated, slightly aggravated. Each man in Markus’ team took note of how many guards there were, and planned their shots out in their heads. Markus looked to his left and right, and then simply said, “Do it.” Matterhorn raised his eyebrows in alarm. “What?” Detecting his tone of voice, some of the guards raised their weapons at the masked men. But it was already too late for most of them. The room erupted in gunfire as the twelve men shot with precision accuracy, dropping most of the guards in a frenzy while some of the other HARM guards dove behind whatever cover they could find and returned fire. Konahrik and another general flipped the table. The returning fire hit a couple of Markus’ men, while the rest dove down into cover, exchanging rounds with the remaining elites. Another two dropped almost immediately after the initial surprise, with the last one being hit in the chest and dropping to the ground, writhing. With the gunfire ceasing, Markus stood up and dusted himself off. He walked over to the wounded guard, pulled his sidearm, and put a bullet in his head. Then, walking into the center of the room, he removed his helmet and pulled his mask off, revealing himself to the remaining men in the room. Most of the generals had their hands up, including Matterhorn. Even amongst the writhing guards, Thaaral Konahrik remained adamant. An alarm began blaring in the hallway outside and all of the blast doors to the SPAR room instantly closed. Yelling could already be heard outside. Konahrik wiped the blood from the gash on his brow, probably created by debris from the firefight. “So, you came back to die.” Markus smirked, “To die?” He laughed and then pulled his sidearm again, shooting Konahrik in the thigh. He crumpled to the ground, simply grunting once. Men could be heard gathering at the doors. Jorik Narheim stood up and brushed his uniform off, before giving Konahrik a kick. Matterhorn and the other generals stared at him as he stood up. Matterhorn was furious. “You! You fuckhead! You traitor! Hawkwick will see your head for this!” Jorik raised a pistol and aimed it at Matterhorn, shooting him once in the stomach. He fell to the ground, writhing and crying out in pain. Konahrik spat at Narheim, before unsheathing his knife and kicking out his feet. He aimed the knife at Narheim’s neck, but Narheim resisted, swiftly striking him in the neck with the corner of his elbow before being overpowered once again. He was tossed aside like a ragdoll by Konahrik, who then staggered to his feet and raised his knife, aiming it and throwing it at Markus. Markus attempted to dodge the knife, but was too slow, and the knife plunged into his shoulder. Markus stumbled back. His men all raised their weapons, about to fire before Markus held his hand up. “No. He’s mine.” The words were almost like a signal to the HARM generals, who all began sprinting towards the guards, some being mowed down while others tackled and wrestled with the infiltrating Heimarn. Markus pulled the knife from his shoulder, and then rushed Konarhik, swinging the knife furiously, but Konarhik dodged the attacks. Markus took one swing at his face, but Konarhik caught his arm and twisted it. Markus winced, the knife falling from his hands. Konahrik then gave Markus a knee in the gut, knocking the air out of him. Markus tumbled back, wheezing, his lungs trying to catch the air again. Konahrik fished up his knife from the ground before raising it to stab Markus while he was incapacitated, yelling at the top of his lungs in a sort of battle cry. Markus caught his arms, desperately trying to hold the knife back, but Konarhik was slowly overpowering him. Markus was saved by Jorik Narheim, who tackled Konahrik off of Markus and into the conference table. The lights turned off with a snap. The HARM soldiers on the outside were getting ready to enter. Konahrik stood to his feet, and now his secret could be seen. Both of his eyes, normally a deep brown under regular light, now had apparent yellow cores. He was one of the Skuldafn Eld. Much dimmer than those of Hendrik Ansgar, but still enough to give him almost instantaneous vision adjustment. He found Jorik Narheim’s neck and threw him against the wall, before searching for Markus once more in the darkness. The generals were slowly getting executed by the soldiers, and the brief and faint muzzle flash of the silenced weapons only disoriented those not equipped with night vision, natural or man-made. Markus had found his way to his feet in the confusion, and pulled the knife from his boot. He could see the glow of Konarhik’s eyes in the darkness, and ran to assist Jorik. He grabbed Konahrik’s long hair and pulled it back, exposing the man’s neck, and then plunged downward into his throat. Konarhik fell to the floor, the sounds of the HARM soldiers outside eclipsed by those of gurgling and choking of his own blood in his neck. No action could stop the finality of death. His eyes went out with a flicker. Only Matterhorn remained now, crawling away, blood trailing behind him. The red emergency lights came on. Markus stood up and Matterhorn crawled up to the wall and slumped on it, giving Markus a condescending look. “You’re just like I was, boy. Your history will be squandered by an upstart just as mine was. Now end it. You’re only going to kill a man.” Jorik came up to flank Markus, handing him Konahrik’s knife and a pistol from one of the HARM soldiers. “The end of an era.” he said, as the lights turned on again. His radio was on. He had been broadcasting to the rest of HARM command, undoubtedly to declare himself the new interim Supreme Commander. The blast doors open, and the HARM troops on the other side had laid down their weapons in the confusion. Narheim glanced towards Markus. Markus took Konahrik’s knife and put it in backhand grip in his opposite hand. He looked into Matterhorn’s soulless eyes. “And the birth of a new one.” He plunged the knives into Matterhorn’s chest. Hlymrek Castle, Hlymrek, 12 PM, Day 27 ------------------------------------------ “Shut up, Jory!” Reinhart boomed throughout the scorched hall. “We can’t declare a fucking war for every single stupid thing that happens out there! We have priorities! If we do anything remotely like this when we win, there won’t be a Hawkwick to run!” Hellhorn shook his head. “No, we have to keep our faith in people.” Reinhart sighed. “The people? They may have loved you at first, but even they are getting tired of this bullshit! Calling out leaders on national television, insulting our allies, joining an alliance without warning. Yes, I realise that the invasion of Aglrinia is uncalled for, and I realise that some monarchs are tyrannical, but that doesn’t matter to us. We have a ground war to win, and we better win it fast, because HARM isn’t going to just pack up and walk away.” Hellhorn stood up. “Fuck you! Freedoms are what makes us who we are. You take that away from us, what are we? We’re fucking savages! I knew you could never see the big picture in all of this.” Reinhart quickly retorted. “Big picture? What’s that? Your bedtime fantasies of a glorious utopia? Be realistic for once, you fuckwit! We can’t achieve that! Not in peace, not in war, not in your dreams! No! We have to be realistic. Hans was the closest we got, and it’s the closest we’re ever going to get!” Hellhorn shook his head. “Jensen? He loved feeding the army fancy toys and autonomy, and look where that got us!” Reinhart stood up as well. “HARM is better than Blackwatch!” Hellhorn adjusted his sunglasses. “You can take a piece of shit and dress it all nice, but in the end, it’s still shit!” Reinhart shook his head disapprovingly. “We need to compromise, or we’ll be dead!” Hellhorn’s voice was now the louder of the two. “I would die for my ideals!” Reinhart shook his head. “And the men who follow you, do you expect them to die for what you think is right?” They were both interrupted by a more feeble voice. “Spirits, you need to be more quiet.” Evelyn Jensen sighed. Hellhorn was furious. “Shut your mouth, you little minger!” Evelyn opened her mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted by Reinhart. She had been brought up by him, as opposed to her real father. Being the president’s daughter had it’s drawbacks. A lot of drawbacks. “Don’t you talk to her like that, you fuckwit! You have no idea what any of us have been through!” He boomed. Hellhorn raised his voice even higher. “Blackwatch killed my family!” Evelyn took this perfect opportunity. “Blackwatch killed my family, too! You aren’t unique just because you’re loud.” Hellhorn’s eyes shot to her. “Oh, cry me a river, you arse-licker! What do you know? You’re still a fucking kid!” Hellhorn was interrupted by Reinhart. “She’s got half the years but twice the common sense! You can’t see past your own-” he was interrupted by a punch from Hellhorn. “You twat faced fucks! I don’t need you! Any of you! I need to win the fucking war!” This was the first time any of them had seen him resort to violence. Reinhart, taken aback by the strike, wiped his now crimson lip, before swiftly grabbing Hellhorn up and bringing him up to his face, holding him up by his shirt. “I don’t need you either.” He flipped him onto the table, breaking it and sending both the table and Hellhorn tumbling to the ground and down the stairs of the hall. Evelyn ran up to Reinhart. “No! Hinrich! Stop!” She said, only to be swiftly pushed aside. “Stop! No!” She ran back up to try and restrict him, but this time she was grabbed and thrown onto the ground. “Stay down! He’s mine.” Reinhart said as he climbed down the stairs to the writhing Hellhorn. “You dumb fucking wanker!” With every word, another kick entered Hellhorn’s abdomen. His glasses had shattered and they laid on the ground next to him. He began crawling away, only to be picked up by the collar of his shirt by Reinhart yet again. He looked up at the man dragging him. “You have NOTHING to threaten me with!” He said, before Reinhart kicked the door open and threw him out of it. He landed and rolled into the medical tents, much to the surprise of the various people in the lower areas. Reinhart was about to turn around when Evelyn’s hand met his face. He winced slightly. She frowned. “What the fuck is your problem, mate? We need him!” She yelled, only to be quickly brushed aside yet again by Reinhart, who was beginning to walk up back to the broken table. “He’s a retarded man, EV, just let him-” She yelled across the hall. “NO! All you want to do is win the fucking war! You have no idea what to do after that, and he does! Don’t you understand? You can’t-” She was stopped in her tracks. “Shut up!” he shouted. “Go get some sleep.” he said. Evelyn frowned and turned around. “Fuck you! Fuck this! Fuck the NFA! Fuck everything!” She grabbed a pistol from a nearby table and stormed out through the back courtyard, likely to her car. Reinhart attempted to come after her. “EV, wait, no!” he yelled as she left, but by the time he had reached the garage, which was converted from the building formerly used as a stable, she was gone. Hellhorn as well. He kicked a military jeep in frustration, denting one of the doors. “FUCK!” He yelled out in desperation. As he turned to walk back inside, the roar of a helicopter surprised him as it came over the tree line, traveling fast toward the castle. Aside from the loud humming of the helicopter, it was totally silent on the inside, with soldiers waiting and lining both sides while a single soldier waited at the loading ramp. She was checking over her gun, one of Hawkwickan design, well fit for modern warfare, looking along the sights and down the long shaft glancing over at a watch checking the time. Elisia knew that she had a schedule that had to be followed. The helicopter flew over the castle before making a sharp turn and coming to a hover over the courtyard, where it landed. The rear ramp lowered and the soldier walked on out, two guards almost immediately coming to see them. “Halt! What are you doing in this sector? Your flight wasn’t authorized.” She looks up at the two, her head tilting to the side as if confused, the soldiers beginning to march out of the helicopter, forming a line behind her. “You weren’t told?” Her hand glides to her side, pointing a .45 suppressor of a Hawkwickan pistol to the closest guard, the bullet hitting straight for its target, base of the neck. Elisia swivels the pistol over to the other guard and fires twice, his shoulder, and his neck, letting both the bodies fall before her with a thump. “Squad One, double around the perimeter, replace these guards.” With no more time to waste she moved forward, walking calmly, the rest going about, hiding the bodies inside of the helicopter. She moves inside the castle, her arm covering her rifle, the other holding the pistol. As she moved along the hallway soldiers split up, going down different hallways taking different paths each with a different objective to take care of, different sections to secure awaiting for the command. Elisia’s ears perk for a moment, hearing the first gunshot ring out, with a small bite on her lip she finally gives the order. “Weapons free.” Automatic weapons fire rang out all across the castle, everywhere at once it seems, voices ringing out on the radio catches Elisia’s attention. “Stay in your sectors…” She began to jog now, the pistol placed away and both hands on the rifle heading towards her objective. The new NFA council room. As she turned the corner to the room, she was met by high caliber rounds spraying the wall near her. Whoever was in there was manning a heavy machine gun. Bullets whizz past Elisia, her body immediately forced behind the corner again. Her hand grasps at a smoke grenade at her waist quickly popping off the pin and tossing it around the corner, waiting for the smoke to fill. The machine gun kept firing, and then briefly stopped after the smoke, several yells could be heard. “Watch my fucking back, we’re getting out of here!” It was the voice of Rickard Jensen. Head of all NFA intelligence, and former head of DRAGON. “You want me, you HARM fucks? You want to try again? Feel FREE!” He yelled out. The false flag seemed to be working. He began unloading the machine gun again. Several windows were heard shattering behind him. The remainder of the NFA guards seemed to be attempting to escape through the courtyard. Elisia lets out a soft sigh, her body relaxing and turning around the corner, her rifle aimed at where she heard the windows shattering. “Checkmate.” She squeezed the trigger and her rifle let out a hail of bullets out into the smoke at the machine gunner, aiming for the voice, the head, neck and chest. Her bullets did a swift job, impacting and immobilizing the machine gunner. She jogged through the smoke, her rifle aimed down at the machinegun nest to check the machine gunner, while on the outside the escaping NFA guards were being mowed down by Elisia’s flanking soldiers, ambushing from damn near every direction, the NFA soldiers unknowingly running into their doom. Jensen yelled out in pain and dropped over to the side, twitching. “Aah! Fuck! Fuck!” he began slowly crawling away. He turned around slightly, gazing at Elisia as she moved up. “More...fuck. What are you waiting for? I’ll be in hell before you start breakfast! F-Fuck you!” Elisia fired into his shoulders, making sure that he can’t use his arms to crawl, going over, firing into his knees, making sure he can’t use his legs either. “Today, Hawkwick falls.” Her cold words met with a familiar cold red gaze, her rifled aimed up at his head, firing, making absolute sure he is dead. Rickard Jensen had lived an honorable life, but like others that day, his death was nothing of note. A voice buzzed in on Elisia’s radio. “This is Squad one. No sign of Hellhorn. Reinhart. Any of them. We checked the dungeon.” The crackle stopped. “They are supposed to be here, did you check the dead correctly?..” She began to walk on back outside, it was starting to be the time for the helicopter to be doubling back, walking past all the corpses with ease. “I know they wouldn’t shy away from a fight, Hawkwickians are too proud not to fight.” Right as she said it a figure erupted from one of the doors, clutching his shoulder. Elisia raised her weapon, but the man seemed unarmed. It was General Janus Wulfar. Not considered a chief target. In fact, considered a potential asset. He wasn’t supposed to be here at this time. “Stop, don’t shoot, fuck, stop!” He yelled out. “You win!” She began moving closer. “Wait, stop! You want to win this war, instead of just martyring the whole fucking castle? I’ll stop the damn war for you, I’ll order the entire NFA to stand down! Just don’t fucking shoot!” What was almost a grin came over Elisia’s face, and, even obscured by her mask he can almost see the creases of the wide smile. Elisia’s rifle stayed fixed on him, going over and placing her free hand on her mic, switching it on, including the camera, recording her find. “It’s our lucky day, we found our VIP… come with me, Mr.Wulfar, please come to me, keep your hands where I can see them, try anything funny and you will be dead before you can flinch.” Wulfar stumbled forward and she grasps at him, taking out clips, wrapping them around his hands and tightening them in a uncomfortable fashion. Wulfar grunted when she placed the rifle firmly against his neck and nudged him forward. “Keep moving Mr.Wulfar, we have a schedule to keep now…” She escapes out into the courtyard where the rest of her soldiers waited, some had wounds that others were treating, but the bodies were all around, the guards that tried to run, shot in the back, the sides, and the front, put down like wild dogs. Elisia turned to Wulfar and pulled at her mask a little, adjusting it as the helicopter came, hovered and touched down with a loud hum. The entire strike team funneled in along with Elisia and the forsaken general. Imperial Palace, Vandinium, 3 PM, Day 29 ------------------------------------------ Mallorie sat in her room, on her laptop, typing away when the phone rang. “Hello, this is Mallorie Albrecht,” she answered. “Hey little sis.” the voice on the other line said. “Markus? We haven’t talked in so long, it’s good to hear from you.” she said. It had been months since they last talked. Markus had been busy with the war and his soldier life, and Mallorie was always busy with school. “Yeah,” he said, “Listen, something happened.” Mallorie could sense the tension in his voice. “It’s dad. His plane crashed in Sadia last night.” Mallorie’s heart sank, and her eyes immediately began to tear up. “What...no. How?” she asked, struggling to find her words. “I don’t have the details yet, but they found the plane wreckage this morning after it disappeared.” Mallorie began sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Mal.” She didn’t speak, Markus could only hear her sobbing. “Mal, I think you should come home. At least for now. I don’t trust them.” Mallorie was still sobbing, trying to grasp the situation. “What?” she said, her voice strained. “You think they had something to do with it?” she thought about Frederick, he was a bit crazy, but she knew he wouldn’t do something like this. “I don’t know yet, but we shouldn’t be working with them Mallorie. They are dangerous.” Markus said. “Markus, I don’t know...just, let me take some time.” she replied. “Alright, but I want you home. I love you, Mal.” Markus said, before hanging up. Mallorie hung up the phone, and then burst out, sobbing intensely. She rushed to the bedroom, walking in to find Magnus washing his face. She paused for a second, just looking at him. He looked at her. “Spirits, What happened?” he asked worryingly. She simply shook her head and walked to him, sobbing, she she was able to let out two words, “My dad.” Magnus understood what she meant. “Spirits above...the plane...oh no.” He came closer to her. “I-I’m so sorry.” One of her sobs was slightly interrupted by Magnus’ arms coming around her. Magnus stroked her head. “Shh...shh. Everything’s going to be alright.” She placed her head on his shoulder, weeping uncontrollably, as her tears began to wet his shirt. “M-Markus...he wants me to go home. He says it’s not safe here.” she said, her sobs still breaking up her words. “He thinks...Vandinium...or Sad-States might be involved.” He tried to comfort her. "Shhh...it's not...it's not Fredrick. He has nothing to gain. He can’t..." She paused, her sobbing subsiding momentarily. She leaned back, wiping her eyes, “I don’t know what to do.” Magnus sighed. "We'll find out who did it...we can't let this happen." Mallorie gasped a bit, calming down. Her face was now red around her eyes. “B...but how?” Magnus walked past her, putting her arm around him and leading her to the bedroom. “I...I-Who would do this?” She wiped her face on sleeve, beginning to think clearly again. “I don’t know. Markus said the plane crashed in Sad-States, but they don’t have any reason to shoot it down, and the world’s strongest storm couldn’t bring down that fucking plane.” Magnus nodded, leading her to her bed and sitting down on it with her. “I...could it be HARM?” Mallorie thought for a moment, “Maybe, but how could they get so far behind the lines? I think we would have noticed.” Magnus shook his head. “They were here earlier. In this city. They’re how the Artstotszkans knew where to bomb. I knew fuck-all about HARM operations, but I knew that much at least. They can put a man anywhere in the world.” Mallorie seemed convinced, she stared Magnus in the eyes, a fire growing inside her, “Then we make them pay.” Magnus continued shaking his head. “Wait, no, let’s think this through. Why would HARM even think of killing your father? He was old. An asset, even.” Mallorie stared at the floor now, confused. “But...we’re at war. Did they think they could sway him to change sides somehow? My father believed in the NFA’s cause. He was even trying to turn Heimar into a republic, just as the NFA is trying to do in Hawkwick.” Magnus shook his head. “It makes no sense, this is too careless for HARM, hell, it almost seems like it was setup to make it seem like it was them. Something’s not ri-” He was interrupted by a voice from down the hallway. “Magnus! I just got a call from Arngeir at HARM Command!” The sounds of her shoes coming down the hallway could be heard coming closer. She barged in through the door, noticing Magnus with his arm around Mallorie, comforting her. “Oh, what happened?” she asked. Magnus was clearly irked, yet still intrigued by her mention of HARM command. “What is it? What’s happening? What did he say?” he insisted. She sighed. “There was an, an attack or a mutiny or something, against Matterhorn. Narheim leads now, and he won’t say who he supports, not even to his own troops.” Magnus sighed. “What the hell? Ava, find out more, and do it as quick as you can.” Magnus turned his head to face Mallorie as Ava scurried off back to her room. Mallorie had fully regained her composure, and her mind was racing now, trying to make sense of everything. She placed her hand on Magnus’ and looked him in the eyes again. “Thank you...for everything. I need to go make some calls and figure out what’s going on.” She gave him a quick hug and then stood up and started for the door, but was stopped by Magnus’ hand grasping her wrist, spinning her back around into his embrace. They stood for a moment looking into each others eyes. Magnus leaned in, shocking Mallorie with the sudden affection, but she embraced him back. They sat there for a few moments before pulling back. Mallorie hugged him tightly, a small smile curling on her lips. Zwickau, Heimar, 5 PM, Day 32 ------------------------------------------ Markus was now King of Heimar. It was everything he had wanted since he was a child, and now, in just a few moments, he would be King of an Empire. He sat at a long table in a crowded room, inside the royal palace. On one side of the table sat Markus and his inner circle, the newly selected ‘advisors’. On the other side of the table sat Jorik Narheim and HARM’s top generals. They each had a copy of the treaty in front them, in a leather-bound binder with a large imprint of Heimar seal on the front. Markus picked up his pen, and signed the document, a flurry of camera flashes going off. He stood up and smiled at Jorik, shaking his hand. “Welcome to the Altic Union...Supreme Commander.” Narheim nodded slightly. “The birth of a new era.”
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