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1:17 AM, April 23rd, 2021
Miita, Andrenne
Booms echoed throughout the city of Miita. Granted, at the moment, it was hard to differentiate explosions from thunder in the vicious storm that had enveloped the region. The sound of firefights raging in the streets, however, was easier to pickout.
“How goes it, Saado? How is the Santarmeri getting along?” Elijas spoke into his radio, hearing only static for a few seconds before a scratchy reply came in.
“We’re--” The man on the other line was interrupted by loud shouting. Orders for someone to surrender or be shot. “...We’re making good progress here Grand Field Marshal. I was just watching our men clean up the barracks of the-- One second.” Static. Then the voice returned. “The Santarmeri raided the barracks of the 3rd Royal Rifles here on-- here on uh, Maijnfravag* in Fort Vanning. The officers here tell me they arrested most of them while they were barely awake. The others that had their rifles out front in their guard posts surrendered when we confronted them. No signs of the Knights yet though, Grand Field Marshal.”
“Very good. Keep me posted, Marshal. We’ve got our boys moving towards that area, Marshal Uraaly should be radioing you soon here to fill you in. Glory to Andrenne.”
“Understood Grand Field Marshal. Glory to Andrenne.” Beep!
Elijas was coordinating the entire coup. He had Marshal Uraaly and Marshal Saado here in Miita with him. It should be more than enough to take the city given most of the Royal Army near Miita was on their side to begin with. Still, he was concerned. They knew where the loyalists and Royal Guard units were all posted. Even the Knights of Gvyn. Yet when they had raided their headquarters about ten, they found nothing but empty bunks and armories. That was nearly an hour ago. They were one of the first targets the Royal Army raided. They still hadn’t shown their face. Elijas suspected they were partially responsible for the firefights in the streets. Most Royal Army loyalists had stood down in the face of overwhelming numerical superiority or had been immediately or preemptively arrested. The only forces fighting them were the more militarized units of the Miita Police, government agency security teams, and IKB teams. The Royal Guard, too, had a few skirmishes, but had largely surrendered-- Most of them were more loyal to the Royal Army then the Grand King. Elijas had heard reports that even a few of the pro-authoritarian civilian militias were out in the streets now too. That could always explain it.
He unscrewed his flask of svaka**, took a sip, then lit a cigarette and took a long drag in classical Andrennian fashion. Officers and enlisted men rushed around him in the. This was going to be a long night, but he’d accepted that when they drew up the plans originally. Within a few hours, assuming it all went to plan, they’d be storming Kjellsama Palace and arresting that psychopath that disgraced the title of Grand King before the sun rose. With any luck all of his spineless ministers would be right there with him. Their armored personnel carriers should be more than enough to subdue whatever forces are still trying to stop the Royal Army and the storm overhead kept helicopters out of the air. Except the damned news choppers. Somehow even in the worst conditions they managed to get their stupid helicopters into the air broadcasting the whole thing live across the world. Elijas checked his watch. 1:30 AM. He should be getting another update any minute now…
Beep! A scratchy voice brought his radio to life again.
“Grand Field Marshal, Marshal Saado again.” He picked his radio back up.
“Well?”
“Well the good news is that I’ve got news that we’ve apprehended Siildynen. The bad news is that he’s going to have to be marked as a civilian casualty.”
“Shit. Seriously? Fuck. Alright well-- well certainly he’s not dead right?”
“God no. Just wounded. Current report is that he fired at Royal Army soldiers breaching his office downtown with a pistol so they returned fire, of course. They’re treating him with first aid. He was shot once in the left shoulder and also had lacerations from crawling on broken glass. He’ll probably be fine.”
“Good, we need that little weasel of a man to face trial for being complacent in this regime and supporting the Grand King. We’ll speak again soon. Glory to Andrenne.”
“Of course Grand Field Marshal. Glory to Andrenne.” Beep. Elijas took another sip from his flask. Thunder rolled in for but a moment. A long night indeed. They had a lot more work to do before the sun rose.
*A road in Miita not far from the royal palace of Kjellsama.
**A traditional Andrennian spirit similar to akvavit.
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1:17 AM, April 23rd, 2021
Miita, Andrenne
Booms echoed throughout the city of Miita. Granted, at the moment, it was hard to differentiate explosions from thunder in the vicious storm that had enveloped the region. The sound of firefights raging in the streets, however, was easier to pickout.
“How goes it, Saado? How is the Santarmeri getting along?” Elijas spoke into his radio, hearing only static for a few seconds before a scratchy reply came in.
“We’re--” The man on the other line was interrupted by loud shouting. Orders for someone to surrender or be shot. “...We’re making good progress here Grand Field Marshal. I was just watching our men clean up the barracks of the-- One second.” Static. Then the voice returned. “The Santarmeri raided the barracks of the 3rd Royal Rifles here on-- here on uh, Maijnfravag* in Fort Vanning. The officers here tell me they arrested most of them while they were barely awake. The others that had their rifles out front in their guard posts surrendered when we confronted them. No signs of the Knights yet though, Grand Field Marshal.”
“Very good. Keep me posted, Marshal. We’ve got our boys moving towards that area, Marshal Uraaly should be radioing you soon here to fill you in. Glory to Andrenne.”
“Understood Grand Field Marshal. Glory to Andrenne.” Beep!
Elijas was coordinating the entire coup. He had Marshal Uraaly and Marshal Saado here in Miita with him. It should be more than enough to take the city given most of the Royal Army near Miita was on their side to begin with. Still, he was concerned. They knew where the loyalists and Royal Guard units were all posted. Even the Knights of Gvyn. Yet when they had raided their headquarters about ten, they found nothing but empty bunks and armories. That was nearly an hour ago. They were one of the first targets the Royal Army raided. They still hadn’t shown their face. Elijas suspected they were partially responsible for the firefights in the streets. Most Royal Army loyalists had stood down in the face of overwhelming numerical superiority or had been immediately or preemptively arrested. The only forces fighting them were the more militarized units of the Miita Police, government agency security teams, and IKB teams. The Royal Guard, too, had a few skirmishes, but had largely surrendered-- Most of them were more loyal to the Royal Army then the Grand King. Elijas had heard reports that even a few of the pro-authoritarian civilian militias were out in the streets now too. That could always explain it.
He unscrewed his flask of svaka**, took a sip, then lit a cigarette and took a long drag in classical Andrennian fashion. Officers and enlisted men rushed around him in the. This was going to be a long night, but he’d accepted that when they drew up the plans originally. Within a few hours, assuming it all went to plan, they’d be storming Kjellsama Palace and arresting that psychopath that disgraced the title of Grand King before the sun rose. With any luck all of his spineless ministers would be right there with him. Their armored personnel carriers should be more than enough to subdue whatever forces are still trying to stop the Royal Army and the storm overhead kept helicopters out of the air. Except the damned news choppers. Somehow even in the worst conditions they managed to get their stupid helicopters into the air broadcasting the whole thing live across the world. Elijas checked his watch. 1:30 AM. He should be getting another update any minute now…
Beep! A scratchy voice brought his radio to life again.
“Grand Field Marshal, Marshal Saado again.” He picked his radio back up.
“Well?”
“Well the good news is that I’ve got news that we’ve apprehended Siildynen. The bad news is that he’s going to have to be marked as a civilian casualty.”
“Shit. Seriously? Fuck. Alright well-- well certainly he’s not dead right?”
“God no. Just wounded. Current report is that he fired at Royal Army soldiers breaching his office downtown with a pistol so they returned fire, of course. They’re treating him with first aid. He was shot once in the left shoulder and also had lacerations from crawling on broken glass. He’ll probably be fine.”
“Good, we need that little weasel of a man to face trial for being complacent in this regime and supporting the Grand King. We’ll speak again soon. Glory to Andrenne.”
“Of course Grand Field Marshal. Glory to Andrenne.” Beep. Elijas took another sip from his flask. Thunder rolled in for but a moment. A long night indeed. They had a lot more work to do before the sun rose.
*A road in Miita not far from the royal palace of Kjellsama.
**A traditional Andrennian spirit similar to akvavit.
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