Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-24449631-20140605160321

“It just cannot be… It cannot be…”

Samuel uttered softly as he stroke his beard that had been free to grow ever since Kaizen had escaped.

“He cannot be that old.” He just couldn’t believe it.

The fifty year old Imperial walked circles in his study. On his desk, lay the documents he had ‘borrowed’ from the Penitus Oculatus archives.

Soon he’d be out of here though. Tomorrow he was forced to move, by law. An annoying fact considering he hadn’t had time to pack anything yet. But then again, it didn’t really matter to him anymore. With kaizen on the loose… this two-hundred year old psychopath, how could he care about home furnishing.

He looked at the small clock on his desk, a small wooden box with gold coloured knobs and dials which gleamed in the faint light of his desk lamp.

“06:02… I haven’t slept.” He realised.

“Ugh… This case is splitting my head.” He sighed.

“Maybe… There’s a magic angle to this. Perhaps he’s even working with the Adamantines… It’s a lead I should look into. Yes… Perhaps…”

But as he felt his eyes almost close automatically he jumped back up and concluded he just had to have some rest now.

As he turned the lamp off on his desk and wanted to leave for bed but just when he was about to, he saw a mysterious hooded man walk in the middle of the road with a small army of City guards behind him.

“Hmmm I wo-“

His train of thought was interrupted by a large yawn.

“… Never mind… Too tired.” Samuel said to himself and went to bed.

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<p class="MsoNormal">'Gentlemen… Tomorrow we will strike. If one of us should fail, well… you drag everyone with you. Remember that. '

<p class="MsoNormal">'However, everyone knows perfectly what he must do, naturally. So I don’t expect anything to go wrong. There is no plan B. There is only plan A or death… maybe even worse, but… I believe in this cause, I believe that what we here are going to do today is necessary and vital, if we want the Empire to endure. '

<p class="MsoNormal">'Now… '

<p class="MsoNormal">Back to our plan…

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<p class="MsoNormal">Venoratti dropped his long cloak off at the hall and entered the white-gold tower where an early elder council meeting was taking place.

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<p class="MsoNormal">'…We have got to act fast, neither the supreme commander of the legion, Penitus oculatus, other members of the elder council or the board of industry can know about what is happening or hear from each other. I want them completely in the dark. No excuses, no buts… If they disobey, their penalty will be initiated on the spot...'

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Lord Venoratti.” One of the members of the council said with a sound of dread.

<p class="MsoNormal">A bunch of Imperial guards followed and quickly surrounded the meeting table of the council.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What is the meaning if this!” the councilman demanded.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Lord Henox Derano. You are under arrest, for crimes you committed against the empire and her people.” Venoratti dictated coldly.

<p class="MsoNormal">Henox couldn’t believe what was happening.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you out of your mind, Venoratti!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The other council members were also arrested and forced out of their seats at gunpoint.

<p class="MsoNormal">Only those who showed a small yellow card, weren’t.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You are going to have a lot to answer for…” Lord Henox groaned with anger.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No…” Venoratti said with a smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You will have to answer to me…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Take them away!” He then ordered the guards as they escorted the ‘traitors’ out of the council room.

<p class="MsoNormal">Only a few guards and councilmembers remained with Venoratti.

<p class="MsoNormal">Venoratti sighed as he went to sit on the seat of the elder council, normally preserved for the Emperor.

<p class="MsoNormal">He smiled as he got comfortable in the large chair.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Guard!” he then beckoned a guard over to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yessir!” The guard saluted.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Send word to the commander in the Waterfront base… Time for phase two.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">…Once we have control of the green emperor way and the Imperial government, we can start to build off and eliminate opposition quickly…

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<p class="MsoNormal">The Imperial courier with news for the admiral quickly left the White-Gold tower. Outside, legionnaires had started to set up roadblocks to the green emperor way. No one without proper security clearance would get in or out the government quarter of the Empire.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he neared a roadblock he quickly showed his yellow card at the soldier.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmm, seems to be in order, you can pass. Move on!”

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<p class="MsoNormal">'…It is vital that your Cyrodiil based troops are quick and ready to act, General Kolan, make any possible attempt to remove the word coup from the others though, we don’t need soldiers turning on us. Once you have a yellow card, you can send troops to the Imperial City, to maintain order and peace… and to help cement our grasp on the throne…'

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright. Stand ready…” The base commander said as he stood there in the control room of the Imperial Aerial and Ocean Fleet (I.A.O.F.)

<p class="MsoNormal">“We are ready to have Talos do a life off. Clear the platform and dock seven…” His voice boomed across the base through a brass tube system which amplified whatever was said from the control room so it could be heard across the entire base.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Imperial courier quickly walked in and saluted.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Message for you sir. From the admiralty.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The base commander looked a bit confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">“At ease soldier…” he said as he took the message from his hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">And read out loud:

<p class="MsoNormal">“By order of Admiral Kristo Cervaine, leader of the Imperial Aerial and Ocean Fleet

<p class="MsoNormal">…

<p class="MsoNormal">I order you to cancel all planned flights from 06:30 til 18:30?!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“orders of the admirality sir…” The courier said without much emotion.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well alright…” The base commander turned and walked back to the brass intercom system.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Abort. Repeat. Abort lift off airship Talos on dock seven…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Outside the buzzing engines of the mighty battle airship came to standstill.

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<p class="MsoNormal">'… We cannot risk word getting out to sympathisers. All transport in and out of the Imperial City must be hold on a standstill, anyone who disobeys protocol will be shot out of the sky or water…'

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<p class="MsoNormal">Knock knock*

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmm? Yes?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Bishop opened the door to the grand office.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah, greetings, Agent Bishop, what do you need?” Officer King said as he put down his fountain pen.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Greetings, Officer King.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I am here to ask you a question.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Go ahead my man” King said jolly as he stood up to get a drink.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Coffee?” He then asked Bishop.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No thanks…” Maxus refused

<p class="MsoNormal">“You sure? It’s pretty good…” The head of the Penitus Oculatus smiled. And got a cup from a tray that kept it heated.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sir?” Bishop said as he rubbed his under lip.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes…” Knight said as he blew the warm coffee.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m here to tell you that Venoratti has seized control over Green Emperor Way.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The sound of a porcelain cup breaking on the marble floor could be heard across the entire office.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What? …” King asked with a sincere voice.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, sir… It is a coup.” Bishop added coldly.

<p class="MsoNormal">For a few seconds King looked at the agent, not knowing what to do.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Bishop… I want you to send a courier to the waterfront at once and send word to Hammerfell and Skyrim, we need to contain this before it gets worse…” He quickly got seated behind his desk again.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bishop simply stared at him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well? Why are you standing there like a fool? Get on with it! That’s an order Bishop!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“No sir…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I beg your pardon?” King leaned forward.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No. Sir.” Bishop showed his yellow card.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m part of it. And I’m here to arrest you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I can’t believe my eyes...” King fell back in his chair

<p class="MsoNormal">“I knew you were a slimy character but I never would’ve figured  you as a traitor, Maxus…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“From the way things are going, it looks like you are starting to become the traitor… Besides, I can’t even send word to Skyrim or Hammerfell”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Humour me…” King sounded sarcastically.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s true, Admiral Cervaine has taken direct control over the Imperial waters and entire airspace, no ship moves without direct orders from the new government in the White-Gold Tower. Which is being guarded by General Kolan’s men.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“So that’s it then…” King said as he opened a drawer from his desk unbeknownst to Bishop.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I came to ask you, as a friend and colleague, if you were with us. You will need a yellow card like me though.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Spare me…” King said with a frown.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I just want to know… What is it? Why are you doing this?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“The Adamantine Empire, Sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Once we have full control, which won’t be long from now, we will open a massive offensive on the adamantines. So big even, they won’t know what hit them. And soon after that. When we defeated them. Tamriel will be United once again!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“So that’s what it is… Lust for war…” King said.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well I’m sorry Maxus my ‘old friend’ but I have to refuse.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Quickly after that the head of the Penitus Oculatus drew the gun from his drawar and aimed it at Bishop.

<p class="MsoNormal">But before he could pull the trigger. Bishop shot his gun he had pointed at King the entire conversation without him noticing.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Argh!” The old Imperial shrieked as he dropped his gun and grabbed for his chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">Blood started to flow at an alarming rate from the wound.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Urk.. Tr.. Tr..”

<p class="MsoNormal">Geronius put his gun away again.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes?” he asked the dying man in a slightly concerned manner.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Trai…tor.”

<p class="MsoNormal">King closed his eyes after he uttered those words, blood had started to drop out of his mouth. He had choked on his blood.

<p class="MsoNormal">Before Bishop could do anything else. The door flew open and an agent came running in.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What was that noise, oh gods… What had happened!” He shouted as he saw Bishop next to the lifeless body of the former head of the Penitus Oculatus.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I came here to arrest Officer King under order of the Elder Council.” Bishop showed the written order to the agent.

<p class="MsoNormal">“And he resisted.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh… by the Nine…” The young agent started to tear up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Agent. Get a hold of yourself.” Geronius said sternly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I need you to do something urgently. Go to Special Operations, tell Knight she needs to burn documents of these people…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“And after that get these to the Black Horse Courier, We need to let the people know that the situation is under control…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Bishop gave the young agent the documents.

<p class="MsoNormal">“But…” The man, with his hands now full tried to protest.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hurry! That’s an order.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Certainly sir Bishop.” The agent agreed, snapping out of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh and Agent…” Geronius stopped the young man one more time.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s sir King from now on…”

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<p class="MsoNormal">'… Once the Penitus Oculatus is ours, the spearhead of the Imperial High command, loyal to the emperor is broken. After that… We basically have the lands of the Empire, now all we need is the people. That’s where you come in Ja’Keesh…'

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Sir, Ma’sul is getting news from all corners of the city. Talks of a coup from Venoretti!” The desperate journalist sounded to his boss that the Black Horse Courier Printing Presses.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah? Well This one has heard different stories…”

<p class="MsoNormal">He dropped a bunch of documents on his desk.

<p class="MsoNormal">The journalist hurried over and looked through them.

<p class="MsoNormal">“… Where did you get these?” The journalist asked bewildered.

<p class="MsoNormal">“From The Penitus Oculatus… The empire and emperor’s direct and most loyal commanders.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ma’sul sees… But what about those other tips and leads?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Drop them, it's propaganda from the traitors. We need to get the papers out quickly, before there is any real panic.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“So you want us to print the news with only this?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Is that a problem? Ja’keesh snared at the other Khajiit.

<p class="MsoNormal">“… No.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Good, then get to work. Ja’keesh want the noon edition on his desk within the hour!”

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<p class="MsoNormal">'And after that… When all is said and done. And the yellow order has prevailed… We will have own the empire. '

<p class="MsoNormal">'Good luck gentlemen. And… long live the empire.'

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