Dazhou Vice [closed]

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5:45 AM
July 9, 2019
Dazhou, Ascalon

It was a very hot and muggy morning already. The sun hadn’t risen, but it was already 25 ̊ C with 77% humidity. Wang Xipeng, a member of the House of Councillors for Northwest Shanbei County, arose calmly. He followed his daily routine, except there was a bit of a hiccup. His belt fit on a bit tighter, due to the presence of two hip holsters. In each was a KKT VP9, with a full magazine in both.

He took the Beinan Railway commuter train into work, leaving his car at home. He looked at the approaching city, the sun barely breaking on the horizon, the cars below the elevated tracks on Highway 11, going by at 80 km/h. He scoffed, and thought to himself, “Look at these people. They have everything. Roads, hospitals, trains.” He grinned. “All we have is shitters in holes, encephalitis, and poverty. They’ll have a taste of it today.” He tried not to think of it too much. It’d make him nervous. So he decided to read.

The PA system announced they were pulling into Dazhou Central, so he got out of his seat, and stood by the door. The door opened, revealing the flood of commuters in the station. Dazhou was already out and about, even this early in the morning. Wang reveled in his mind at the fact that none of them even knew what he was going to do today.

A five minute walk from the station later, and there he was. The cafe across the street from the Guojiaguan, Ascalon’s legislative building. He sat there, sipping his iced tea, watching as the cabinet members and Prime Minister, Erik Shan-yin, arrive in their chauffeured cars, pulling into the basement parking deck.

At 7:30 he walked across the street, entering through the MP’s entrance, and made his way to the plenary chamber for the House of Councillors. By 8 AM the chamber was full of MP’s, waiting to start Monday’s business. Monday was Questions Day in Ascalon, when opposition MP’s questioned the PM and the cabinet, usually in full attendance.

“Mr. Shan-yin, why has your Government failed to override Dazhou County’s selective property growth limit bill?” asked an independent, economic libertine, from the back bench.

“Because it’s not our place to be interfering in county tax affairs,” replied Shan-yin.

Wang was called upon by the speaker to ask next. He stood, putting his hands on what appeared to be his hips,

“If you don’t interfere in county tax affairs, why do we have such economic disparity in Shanbei? Mm? MMMM?”

The chamber was filled with gossip-like whispering amongst MP’s. Wang pulled out his two pistols, sending 5 bullets into Shan-yin’s chest, and two more into MP’s in the row behind him. A piercing shriek was heard throughout the chamber, and a frantic commotion began as MPs tried to take down the politician-turned-gunman.

Wang looked around, and fired two shots into the ceiling, bursting a fire suppression pipe, sending water down into the chamber. His last memory was of Zhang Youming, a former wrestler, slamming a desk onto his head.

Wang awoke in the Dazhou Municipal Jail, not far from the Guojiaguan. As he opened his eyes, the guards called out, and two men came in, and beat him on the head with their nightsticks until he died.




Peng Yiduan awoke to the sound of police cars zooming by in the streets below her apartment, making haste to the Guojiaguan. She turned on the TV, maybe they had something on there about what was going on, and sure enough, a minute later the graphic flashed across the screen:

“JADE TV BREAKING NEWS: ERIK SHAN YIN SHOT MULTIPLE TIMES BY OTHER MP, POLICE RESPONDING.”

She knew that if Shan-yin died, nothing good could come out of the Socialist-Conservative feud that had been gripping the National Council for years.

[OOC]: Theme song! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQA7NN9vptU
 
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10:00 AM
Dazhou, Ascalon

By the time Peng Yiduan had gone to work, Shan-yin was pronounced dead. Many were weeping publicly. Dazhou had a somber attitude that radiated everywhere you went. Nobody was smiling, because they all knew that the conflict that had been boiling for almost 17 years was going to explode before them.

She and her coworkers looked out from her 2nd floor office window. A protest was forming down on Southeast 1st Street. More and more people appeared from the metro station half a block away, holding the Ascalonian Cross flag--the flag of colonial ascalon--and cheering wildly. As every car and bus went by people would hollar, drivers would honk. Less than a mile away in Bayside Park, the socialists were assembling as well.

“Quite the demonstration going on here,” she said, turing to the rest of the employees, who had now congregated in her office. “I’m surprised Li Meng hasn’t sent us home yet.” Klaus, the only Goyanean in the office, quipped “have you checked if Li Meng’s down there?” Yiduan took a look out the window, and there he was. Li Meng himself, holding a paper sign reading “Long Live the Grand Emperor.” Yiduan was flabbergasted. Li Meng never let a word of politics come out his mouth in the office, and now he was, celebrating Shan-yin’s death.

“Guess I’ll go home. No point working when the boss isn’t even here,” she said.

“I agree,” said Klaus. The congregation made their way to the time clock, gathered their belongings, and closed the office for the day.

Yiduan had to be careful on her way home. The metro route back to her apartment on the northside of Downtown passed right in front of Bayside Park. Sure enough. As the train went by, she saw not only the mob of socialists, but a mob of conservatives, making their way down Highway 1 towards the park. There was a fight brewing.




12:00
Jinshan, Shanbei, Ascalon

A group of socialist politicians, led by Gu Dao, convened in the basement of his mountain home.

“Wang Xipeng has done what he needed to do. He is probably dead by now though.” Gu Dao looked around the room before continuing. “We have to begin the next stage of our plan. The police our most likely on their way here right now. We need to assemble the militias and move for Dazhou.”

Zemin Zhang, another representative, looked at Gu Dao. “We know the units in our corridor are set. Do we have the units ready at Guizhou and Kuaijiang?”

Gu Dao tried to respond, but the mayor of Jinshan Town, Lin Keqiang, decided Gu Dao’s answer wouldn’t be enough, and interrupted. “We have secured the Skandan funds. The guns will be here by dusk. By the end of the week we can take the Guojiaguan.”

Gu Dao looked at Lin Keqiang with an eye of disapproval, but everything he said was correct nonetheless. “We shall move our units at night so as to not attract the attention of the centrists and conservatives.”

“Aye,” they all said. Gu Dao adjourned the meeting, but summoned Keqiang.

“If you act insubordinate to me again, I will have you killed.”

He walked away without giving Keqiang a chance to respond.

[OOC]: Theme Song! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgSPaXgAdzE
 
Just outside of Dazhou, Ascalon
July 22, 2019
5:00 AM

It was two weeks since Shan-yin had been killed. A lot of the talk had died down, but the politicians were on edge. The House of Councillors had been nothing but bickering since, with Shan-Yin’s deputy, Shen Haoming unable to keep control over the deliberative body.

Gu Dau stood on a stump with his men at an abandoned trailer park in the swampy environs several miles out from the center of Dazhou.

“Well boys, we made it. Two long weeks, but we’ve made it here regardless.” He lit his cigarette.

“We have the guns, we have the people, all we need to do is go. Today we will reveal ourselves.”

The militiamen and officials gave a “whoop” of approval. He confidently looked towards the lights of the city in the distance.

“We move at 8. I know there will be traffic, but move through the shoulder lanes. Don’t be afraid to hit other cars, you all will be in jeeps. Meeting adjourned.”

The gang dispersed, leaving Gu Dao and Zemin Zhang there by the tree stump he was standing on.

“The Skandans will not be militarily involved sir,” Zemin said to Gu. Gu Dao gave Zemin a look of disapproval.

“Of course. Public Relations these days. Nobody has the balls to do anything anymore.” He took a long draw from the cigarette, allowing the cancerous smoke to fill his tar-coated lungs.

“Zemin. You’re fucking useless.” He pulled out a revolver.

“Gu. Put that down. You’re not thinking straight.”

“You are an enemy of the revolution.”

He pulled the trigger, landing a round on Zemin’s head, just between his hairline and his eyebrows. He’d leave his body there, but they were trying to leave no evidence, so he had his men put him in a bag and send him into the swamp water.

“Now that that’s done with, we can get moving.”




8:30 AM

News had made it to the House of Councillors that armed jeeps were rolling down the expressways towards Downtown.

“It’s an invasion!” one MP shouted.

“Shut up and let me watch the TV!” said another.

Shen Haoming stood amongst them in a committee room, where they were surrounding a TV.

“We need to secure the building. It’s obvious they’re coming for us.”




9:15 AM

A gunshot through the door handle rendered the lock useless. Gu Dao strode in, his men taking down the security officials attempting to stop them, one by one.

He burst into the deliberative chamber, finding it full of MP’s.

“Find Shen!” he barked at one of his henchmen.

He made his way to the speaker’s chair.

“Ladies and Gentlemen if you haven’t realized yet, this is a coup. We are going to ask you all to please comply with the directions of the people’s soldiers here, and we can minimize any injury or casualty.”
 
August 1, 2019
4:55 PM
Dazhou, Ascalon

Shen Haomin looked Gu Dao in the eyes. It had been about two weeks since his coup attempt. Gu Dao had wholeheartedly been expecting to have to face down Shen from the other seat, but he had failed, and now Shen would be asking the questions.

"Why," asked Shen. "Why have you tarnished our nation like this. Why have you done this to us?"

"I may die, but the revolution will not!"

Gu Dao popped a small pill into his mouth. Shen jumped across the table, trying to rip his moth open and pull out the pill, but Gu jammed his moth shut, snickering at Shen's futile attempts. Little by little, the life in his eyes faded, and his unconscious body began to foam at the mouth.





The next day, morning.

Shen looked out from his apartment as the sun slowly rose above the orange juice-colored ocean. Almost idyllic, his apartment faced the Iterian Sea.

"This is how it is now." His stomach dropped. He would have to lead Ascalon into the next stage of its life. Its future. "No longer will Ascalon be a non-element in this game. A new age rises over Ascalon, beginning today."

Indeed. As that sun rose that hot August morning, a new age dawned in Ascalon's future. One that would be uncertain, yet certain. One that only tomorrow would know.

The End. I hope to continue this arc in another RP thread in the near future.​
 
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