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| Osafune | Jun 20 2013, 02:26 PM Post #1 |
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Despite the chaos that had enveloped the country virtually instantly one morning, Orozoi International Airport was running like business as usual. Though Diogenes was well aware that wasn't the case on the mainland, where the situation in the capital had paralyzed most of the country. He guessed that since the military was so heavily tilted towards ground forces, there wasn't enough of a military presence out here to have much affect. Charting a private plane out of the country for Lanlania's Irenical territories was easier than expected. And being that as the Cabinet carries little influence, and the perks that still happen to come with being a member of that body, he managed to board a small plane and have it all to himself without being seen by enough people to be recognized. The plane had just landed in Sorendag where he had managed to gain an audience with a Lanlanian official. -------------------- Vathys Chezo Melas started to hum the tune to Last Act of Defiance as he worked the assembly line. Dammit if Kostas didn't get him started on it to. Kostas, his cell mate, was chanting out the opening monologue to that old thrash metal song: "The prison system, inherently unjust and inhumane is the ultimate expression on injustice and inhumanity in the society at large..." The guard, fed up with him, put his boot to his back and push him in, his face striking the bowl of the toilet and knocking out a tooth. Day in and day out he would hum the instrumental to that song, and now he's infected Melas too. Kostas, who worked along side Melas, elbowed him to get his attention. "Hey Prince," he said, always for some reason unknown to him he calls Melas 'Prince.' "See how the guards have been thinning out?" Melas looked around. There did seem to be fewer of them now. "I suppose so." "Word is your good buddy Fanaitis is leading a rebellion against the Directorate in Tyras. Which means our Operation: Ifaisteio will begin any day now." Operation Ifaisteio, which Kostas some times calls by its Jandrean equivalent "Volcano" from time to time, is what he terms his plan for escaping the Vathys Chezo Prison. He claimed to have contacts with "big fish" on the outside. Melas always just assumed he was crazy, going along with him just because it broke the monotony of the dreary daily existence on this insipid island. "Yeah, any day now!" |
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| Lines | Jun 20 2013, 03:14 PM Post #2 |
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Sorendag, Southerland <CAN I HAZ DATE?> Governor Lyke was old now. Like, really old. Almost ancient, in fact. Oh wait, no, he's probably only in his fifties. I mean, he was forty-ish when he was assigned the position, and it's been over a decade now... so I guess he's probably not that old. Anyway, Lyke, the not-so-old old guy, was sitting in his office was day, staring out the window, like all old not-old guys do in their not-retirement, when the door was suddenly thrust open! GASP! The watching crowd cried, because the door hit the wall with a loud expody noise. I guess Lyke cried gasp too, but, meh. So, here's like, with the door to his office open, while his attention is all on the outside and stuff. Guess who runs through the door? A soldier that's who. A hot soldier. With sexy hair, and a rugged face. The manliest of man, really. Guess what he says? He says, "sir Governor Lyke, you have a visitor." And like goes, "Oh, le gasp! I've a visitor! What does this mean?" And Lyke, like, stares at the camera and stuff. And, and then Diogenes walked in and the world made sense again. "Welcome to my office, Mr. Diogenes," Governor Lyke began. "How might I help you?" |
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| Osafune | Jun 21 2013, 12:29 PM Post #3 |
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"Mr" was like pouring more salt on Diogenes's wound. This mere governor doesn't even call him by his proper title, on top of not meeting the higher ranking officials -- people who could actually do something -- had had hoped to. Though maybe he does have the power to do something, its not like Diogenes ever paid much attention to Lanlanian politics. "I know this may sound surprising, given our recently deceased leader's tendency to lambast all of you as inbred imperialistic devils, but there is a matter we would like Lanlanian assistance with which may interest your King Soren." Diogenes said. "Oh, but before I forget, how's our own King Alfred doing these days? Can't say I've heard anything from the man in decades. I couldn't even tell you if he was alive or not still, to be honest with you." |
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| Lines | Jun 21 2013, 01:04 PM Post #4 |
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Lyke raised his eyebrows, before gesturing to the seat across him. He served the man a cup of tea, as the Royal Guard closed the door across the room. The armed officer remained in the room, remaining silent as Lyke passed the tea across the table. "Alfred is dead, Sir," the governor answered. "His son, however, is alive and well, I believe; the late King Albin installed him in a barony somewhere. Quite a demotion. "Regardless, I have heard of your leader's status... I assure you, the Commonwealth sends its condolences. However, what, pray, do you have to bring forward?" |
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| Osafune | Jun 21 2013, 01:59 PM Post #5 |
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Diogenes somehow doubted that second to last sentence uttered by the Governor. He took a seat and accepted the tea. "It's unfortunate that Alfred has passed on, it could have made what I hoped to achieve here much easier," Diogenes took a sip of the tea. "At any rate, if you know about Deimonides then you must know about the other events going on right now in Tyras, correct?" |
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| Lines | Jun 21 2013, 02:12 PM Post #6 |
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Lyke hummed for a moment, thinking. In the end, he decided to ignore the first bit. "I've heard word that your Directorate has come under assault. Something about... your late leader's grandson attempting to seize power? That's as our newspapers put it at least. It's regrettable such catastrophe has befallen your state." |
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| Osafune | Jun 22 2013, 01:45 PM Post #7 |
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"That's the gist of it," Diogenes said, then taking another sip of the tea. He found it repulsive, but continued to drink to show at least a modocum of respect. "He took advantage of Deimonides's death and what most consider to be a defeat at the hands of the Estovakians. But he wasn't the only one. There were other officers in the military, myself included, who had been conspiring for years to do more or less what Fanaitis, the grandson, has done when Deimonides finally kicked the bucket. Our intentions though were to greatly reform the Tyrric government, to remove the military from power and bring in a democratic system Soon, perhaps even now as we speak, a dissenter in the Directorate, Admiral Osafenes, will be speaking of our intentions." |
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| Lines | Jun 22 2013, 02:11 PM Post #8 |
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Governor Lyke's eyebrows rose again, as a chuckle escaped him. "This is quite a piece of information you bring to me, Sir," he answered. "I presume you and he seek some form of assistance from the Commonwealth, then? Sure that must be what brings you to my office here today." |
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| Osafune | Jun 23 2013, 11:21 AM Post #9 |
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"Yes. I wouldn't blame you if you had doubts about the veracity of my claims. Which brings me to another, related issue we would like assistance on. This would be what I was referring to when I mentioned something Soren would be interested in, and which having Alfred still around would have helped out with." Diogenes pulled a photo out of a folder he carried with him and slid it across the table to Lyke. The photo was an enlargement centered on the face of a young man in his twenties, with a buzz cut, tanned complexion, and hazel eyes. "Since we would imagine you would like some sort of reassurance as to our intentions, we want your support in verifying who's bloodline this man belongs to. We believe he is in fact an illegitimate grandson of Alfred, though we have no definitive proof. Your assistance is required for us to verify this." |
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| Lines | Jun 23 2013, 12:57 PM Post #10 |
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Lyke scowled, visible. He stared at the photograph for a few moments, before glancing back to the Tyrric man. "An illegitimate child of the late King Alfred you say.... You are aware that, even if the results were positive, this man is neither Länlanian or a proper relative of His Majesty? "Perhaps he shall humor you, nonetheless..." Lyke glanced back at the image, an intrigued look sliding back onto his face. "Where is he?" |
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| Osafune | Jun 23 2013, 01:53 PM Post #11 |
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"Grand child, technically. The father we believe has already passed on due to natural causes. Now the grandson, who's name is Melas, is imprisoned on an island in the Sovren called Vathys Chezo. It's a high security prison for dissenters. Apparently a few months ago Fanaitis, the one leading the rebellion against the Directorate, had him sent there over a petty charge that hardly warranted such a sentence. It seems the two knew each other and Fanaitis held a grudge against him for some reason. But the Directorate is also aware of what I'm telling you now, and so his detention has become indefinite." |
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| Lines | Jun 23 2013, 02:34 PM Post #12 |
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The governor nodded cautiously, taking the information in. "If he's a grandchild, I'm not sure a blood test would give conclusion proof of his relationship to the Bonde Family. Perhaps if you had some sort of papers, anything remote. Regardless, I will warn His Majesty of the his peculiar turn of events. "Do you intend to return home, Sir, or shall you seek a sort of indefinite residence? I believe we should remain in contact; it might be a while before His Majesty manages a response. I shall have a guard escort you to some temporary quarters, you surely must be tired." |
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| Osafune | Jun 24 2013, 07:16 AM Post #13 |
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"I was planning on going back, but you make a good point of staying contact. I think I'll take you up on your offer, then." |
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| Lines | Jun 24 2013, 08:07 AM Post #14 |
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Halvadag, Länlania “The Iron Accords is likely to intervene. I don’t believe they’ll even chance losing a member.” “Even if they’ve yet to be called?” “Yes. They’re desperate and reckless.” Soren nodded, studying Justin’s face. The Councilor of Intelligence was across the room, standing by a projection of a map of Tyras. There were a few Tyrric forces mapped, with information fed by Commonwealth Intelligence Operatives. The rest of his Councilors were gathered around, silent as they too watched their peer. “Even if neither the Directorate nor the Fanaitalite Loyalists request their support, the Iron Accords may step in and declare a victor,” Justin repeated. “That’s ridiculous,” Councilor Lien returned, “it’s a conflict between two clearly fascists authorities.” “And this conflict would drag on for Lord-knows how long, during which Tyras would be out of the picture and incapable of honoring the Iron Accords.” Councilor Lien scowled, before easing back in his seat and nodding. Justin shifted his attention to Soren, who simply nodded, answering, “Quite a situation they have on their hands… shame we can’t—“ A knock. Attention shifted towards the door of the Conference Room. Aids didn’t often interrupt a conference… unless they brought very important information. A Councilor stood, looking at his King for direction. Soren nodded, and the man opened the door. The map on the screen blacked out, as a suited young man entered and went straight to Soren. “Sire,” he began, “Governor Lyke is on the line.” Soren raised an eyebrow, taking a phone from the man. He signaled to the man to withdraw, before holding it to his ear. After the door closed again, Soren let out a sigh and the phone came to life. “Your Majesty,” Lyke’s voice came through. “Governor Lyke,” Soren returned. “What news?” “Your Great Uncle had an illegitimate offspring.” Soren’s eyebrows rose slightly, as he nodded. “Go on.” “The offspring had an offspring. He is in Tyras.” Soren smirked. “Tyras, you say?” “Yes, Your Majesty. And it seems dissent forces in their government seek to use him as a bargaining chip.” “Is his relationship confirmed?” “No. They’d like us to help achieve this. They’ve told us his location, however.” Soren nodded. “And I assume they’re looking for our assistance, correct?” “Yes, sire. They claim to be reformists… to bring democracy to their system. I believe Osafenes is high in their ranks.” “Ah, I see…” Soren looked across the room, to Justin. The phone was on speaker, allowing the entire room into the conversation. They’d all watched Osafenes’s speech hours earlier, which had prompted this meeting. “I shall find my cousin. I’ll have Councilor James coordinate with this man to… actually… can you get him on the line?” “Err… yes Sire, please, give us a few moments.” Lyke set the phone on silent, before calling in and guard and arranging for the Tyrric man to come back in. |
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| Osafune | Jun 24 2013, 08:56 AM Post #15 |
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Being in Lanlanian territory felt kind of like being stuck behind enemy lines, with all of the propaganda about the evils of this imperialist power and the inbreds leading it conditioning you to hold such an opinion of the country. Diogenes had to fight the sensation that he was there to sign an instrument of surrender instead of forging what would essentially amount to an alliance. Such was the feeling he felt as he was brought back to Lyke. "Mr. Bonde, I presume?" |
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