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Post by flippmoke on Nov 30, 2009 11:47:07 GMT -5
0079.09.14
Robert Ferdinand paced the floor of his office once more, he knew that going against his mother's will was not something that even he should do. He learned quite well while growing up with Nigel not to make her angry, but his urge for power is something he definitely inherited from his mother.
The other man in the room rose from his seat after having sat for almost five minutes watching Robert pace.
"Well if you have nothing to say, then I have no reason to be here." said the man who was wearing mostly black clothing that helped him blend into the leather armchair in the darkened room.
"You are guaranteeing that if the Zeon will not interfere with the Netherlands if you do take all of Europe?" said Robert Ferdinand as he continued to pace the floor.
"No I can only gaurantee the safety of the royal family," said the man in an irritated voice.
"Very well then," said Robert as he nervously reached over and grabbed a piece of paper that he had written on the table.
"I am glad that we have a deal, " said the man who stood up and took the paper from Robert and shook his hand.
The man read it for a moment to look at its contents. Then nodded with a smile and left the room.
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Operation Status: 42nd Brigade
Communication From: Nigel Ferdinand
Communication Recieved: 0058.09.14 08:51
The 42nd Battalion is moving out of North Africa after taking heavy losses. The Medea under our command is likely to be a large target and is being used as a decoy to mask our escape by foot out of the continent. Requesting pick up for our troops on the Tunisian shore at 22:30 at the coordinates provided.
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Post by flippmoke on Nov 30, 2009 11:51:22 GMT -5
(Original Post By Chris)
"Sir, we've just received a transmission from on of our agents out of Europe." Alexander casually walked in to Xavier's room, knocking lightly as he passed through the doorway. A smirk crept across his face as he produced a sheet of paper for his officer to look over.
"Ya don't say?" Xavier had been sitting in his room catching up on some reading, trusting Marina to keep them on course while he took his absence from the bridge. He took the paper from his friend's hand and looked it over.
"What is this?" The Hauptscharfuhrer raised an eyebrow as he looked at what appeared to be information on the Federation's movements...
Operation Status: 42nd Brigade
Communication From: Nigel Ferdinand
Communication Recieved: 0058.09.14 08:51
The 42nd Battalion is moving out of North Africa after taking heavy losses. The Medea under our command is likely to be a large target and is being used as a decoy to mask our escape by foot out of the continent. Requesting pick up for our troops on the Tunisian shore at 22:30 at the coordinates provided.
"Agent Nicols claims this comes from a reliable inside source..." Alex rolled his eyes as he propped himself up against the wall. The young SS agent shrugged his shoulders as he awaited a decision from Brennan.
"Ok... keep me informed of their movements. However, we have other matters that Lord Gihren wishes we tend to..." Xavier paused for a second as he glanced over the letter one last time. "If this information proves valid, then we shall act on any further information provided to us..."
"Aye sir." Alexander stood to attention, saluting the Schutzstaffel officer before facing the door and lazily leaving the room. Xavier tossed the paper on his desk and went back to reading the intel Gihren had provided him with on his current mission.
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Post by flippmoke on Nov 30, 2009 11:52:18 GMT -5
0079.09.15
Queen Margrethe the Third knew of almost all of the goings on in the royal hall. It was probably her greatest asset in keeping everyone here under her thumb. For those that worked there, it was a well known fact of what happened to those that crossed the Queen. Brake pressure seemed to be a common problem that plagued those dumb enough to cross her. However, the shadowy spy that made his way back into Robert Ferdinand's office did not know this as he opened the door.
The room was dark, something the man who once again was dressed in black was thrilled at as he moved to sit again in the same chair where he sat before as began to speak to Robert who was sitting behind his desk looking out the window of the office into the courtyard below.
"Hello Mr. Ferdinand, we needed to speak to you again," said the spy with a grin coming across his face.
Robert didn't turn around, but rather kept facing the window as he spoke. "Mother doesn't take kindly to blackmail," said Robert in a cold voice.
"Who said it was blackmail, it could help us both..." said the spy as he trailed off when the sound of a gun clicking and the cold steel of a silencer being pressed against the back of his head.
"You see," said Robert as he turned in his seat to stare at the spy who now had a look of shock on his face. "There is nothing mother hates more then blackmail and the fact that I had to resort to you all kill that stupid rat brother of mine, resulted in you coming back wanting more. It is why mother didn't want me to do it in the first place."
Robert rose to from his seat walking around to the front of the desk with a crazy look upon his face. Something someone would only expect from some who had long ago lost their mind.
"I didn't..." muttered the man as he sat shaking slightly in his chair.
"You see when you cross mother she punishes you." said Robert as he moved his hands to the front of his body, "and when you cross mother she does this to you." Robert moved his left hand closer to the spy where he revealed that there was a stub where his left pinkie once was supposed to be.
Turning back around, Robert made his way back towards the window where he continued to speak. "You know, I think you should be something like a blood brother too me now." said Robert with an evil chuckle.
The spy stared at his pinkie in panic as someone slipped a gag over the back of his mouth. Ropes were being tied around his arms as the firm pressure of a pistol was a reminder that he shouldn't move.
"So what do you say, a pinkie for a pinkie?" said Robert as he turned back towards the with his eyes bloodshot and his left eye twitching slowly. An evil grin ran across his face as he let out a little sound of glee that sounded like that made by an imp joyful over its prey.
"Alright, maybe I lied, a pinkie for a hand sounds more fair," said Robert as a sword came swinging down from the shadows beside the tied down spy. The blood sprayed on the face of Robert, but he did not seem to care nor did he bother to even blink as he kept staring at the spy with his crazy eyes.
"Here is your note, now run along and take it to your master." said Robert as he shoved a note into the man's jacket as he screamed.
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To Who It May Concern,
You will see that I mean business and will not stand up against blackmail. If you want to continue business it is on my terms. I want you to provide me certain resources. However, pay not concern to them being used against you. They are mearly to keep those who question me under thumb. I will provide you with the neutrality of the Dutch which will remove a thorn in your side. The list of rquired resources will be provided in a packet that is in safety deposit box 2419 in the First Bank of Amsterdam. They will know who you are and will let you get the box once you ask for Mr. Boxer.
As a token of good faith, here is the last bit of information I know about the Federation Troop positions:
The Federation forces in the pacific will be targeting the Jukon submarine that engaged them in the pacific today.
With regrets for the hand,
Robert Ferdinand
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Post by flippmoke on Nov 30, 2009 11:54:01 GMT -5
(Original Post by Chris)
“Well then… Robert…” Xavier thought out loud to himself as he read the letter over again. The Schutzstaffel officer had retired to his office where his jacket laid draped over the chair he sat in and the lights were turned down low. Had he gotten the information from this royal prick earlier, he could have saved his submarine, and Marina’s life would have never been endangered.
The Untersturmfuhrer had arranged for a new agent to be assigned to this particular task, giving him the address and information detailed in the letter. In turn he had the original officer arrested and thrown in the brig for unacceptable performance in the field. Xavier pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and began writing a reply.
“Robert Ferdinand,
I don’t know what kind of favor you look to gain by providing delayed information, but that submarine - my submarine - has already been engaged and now resides at the bottom of the Indian ocean. This is something that, had you practice a little more discretion, could have been prevent my good sir.
Now listen Boy, I am not going to play games with you while you try to play king. It is purely by Lord Gihren’s wishes that I continue these negotiations; if I had my own way, you’d be dead for such treacherous actions. In light of this, I have a new agent en route to the First Bank of Amsterdam to retrieve your list. Upon retrieval, I will coordinate the allocation of these resources to you.
Know, that if you make a mistake again my dear boy, I will see to it personally that you suffer a fate far worse than a lost hand.
-Untersturmfuhrer Xavier Marcus Brennan”
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Post by flippmoke on Nov 30, 2009 18:04:26 GMT -5
0079.09.20
The entire atmosphere of the Royal Hall had changed once again, the dark hall during the reign of Queen Margrethe seemed to be filled with a dreadful red glow of candle light. It was if the walls themselves could speak of the horrific nature of their new master.
"There are protesters outside the Binnenhof your Majesty," said a slightly nervous servant as he knelled below the newly crowned King of the Netherlands.
"Then do what I ordered," stated Robert Ferdinand in a cold voice.
"Yes your majesty," said the servant as he retreated across the throne room to a door on the side.
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The dissolving of the States-General, also known as the parliament, was something that caught the people of the Netherlands off guard. Since the 19th century they were a democratic monarchy, but the monarchy were always considered more of a rubber stamp on a bill rather then a political force. It was not surprising then the large amount of protesters that had gathered in the central square around the Binnenhof, which had held the States-General for centuries.
The large crowd was getting quite out of hand and not even the police were attempting to stop it as a line of soldiers was standing in front of the doors of the building.
"Return to your homes, martial law is now in affect," blared a soldier over a loud speaker but the chants and ruckus of mob made his words almost inaudible.
Molotov cocktails suddenly burst over the line of soldiers the leg of several soldiers on fire, but then suddenly a silence came over the crowd. Two large mobile suits suddenly appeared over the horizon. The two made a quite strange pair as they together gazed over the large crowd, one being a GM, the other being a Zaku.
The shadow of the two suits cast a shadow that caught most of the crowd in the setting sun. It was the end of the day of democracy in the Netherlands as both of them let loose their fire on the crowd as over a half dozen Magella Attack tanks swarmed around the square blocking off most of the exits. The thousands of citizens attempted to flee, but it was too late for most of them. It was suddenly a shooting gallery as all the tanks and the mobile suit laid waste to the unarmed civilians.
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Nigel was excited to see the Medea landing on the shore of France as they had finally been able to make radio contact with a craft on their way across the Mediterranean.
"Its nice to be out of that damn desert," said Nigel as he attempted to scratch his leg while Mike Rhea was not looking as he was hopping on one foot being supported by Andrew Young towards the Medea which was opening its doors.
"I can't wait to get back home," said Andrew with a smile as he looked out small field where they had managed to land their plane just outside Nice.
"Nigel Ferdinand?" questioned an officer as he made his way down the ramp of the Medea.
"Yes, Captain, I am," said Nigel with a grimace as he barely bumped his still broken leg.
"Dear lord, I can't believe you fellows are alive," said the officer as stared at the few remaining men of the 42nd Brigade.
"Bah, we Dutch don't give up that easily," said Kyle with a smile as he looked at the officer, but the officer didn't respond with a smile like he expected.
"You haven't heard, have you?" said the officer with a frown.
"Heard about the death of the Queen?" said Kyle with a nod.
"No..... The Netherlands declared Neutrality today, Zeon 'security' forces moved into 'secure the peace' there," said the officer struggling to explain to the men.
"No way, that has to be a rumor," said Nigel as he brushed off the comment, "there is no way that the States-General would approve such a measure."
"Their new King, err your brother, dissolved it," said the officer with a deadly serious face as stared at Nigel.
"That treacherous son of a bitch, I swear to god I am going to beat the living hell out of him," said Nigel as he squirmed in the arms of Andrew who was working hard to make sure that Nigel didn't hurt himself any further.
"Treason by your own fucking brother, turn coating asshat. I am going to head over there right now and fix this whole situation," said Nigel as he pulled out his pistol and began hopping up the ramp of Medea.
"Sorry, we have orders from command," said the officer, "they definitely want the Dutch back in the war, so they don't want you killed. You are coming with us."
"SON OF A BITCH," yelled Nigel as he continued to hop up the ramp with a terribly angry mood about him.
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