7th june, 10am
Montakaan Citadel
Axdel
The atmosphere was tense in the operations room. High ranking officials in theroom quietly discussed idea after idea whilst they waited for the president. Eventually he arrived, settling himself down at the head of the table beside the chief overseer.
“Thank you for coming Leon, I’m afraid the situation is critical,” said Jargk Reita, his face filled with concern.
“What is the situation at Indigo,” Queried Leon. “I’m informed that we’ve had intel from them, correct?”
“Affirmative sir, there are confirmed reports of major activity around GXE shipyards. Half a dozen frigate skeletons have been spotted from satellite and reconnaissance drone in early stages of construction. We also have some rumours of other craft under construction - aircraft carriers, submarines, minelayers etc. we’re waiting on more intel before we begin selecting targets for attack.”
“Right, I assu-” Leon was cut off by a beeping, indicating a transmission was coming through.
“Its from Recon command, hopefully with some good intel from Indigo this time” scoffed an impatient reconnaissance commander , establishing the connection and securing it.
The screen was suddenly filled with fleeing bodies and screaming. Confetti rained from the sky and several Staynish flags were hung on the adjacent buildings. The camera panned to reveal the face of a man, presumably an agent.
“We have a MAJOR situation here!” he shouted, his voice drowned out by the screams of the crowd. “Assassins just shot at Lambertus during his parade. unknown if he was hit, but the parade car has just shot off and everyone’s lost their shit.”
There was a general murmur of shock and greif in the room as they simultaneously realised Lambertus was likely dead.
“My god… its begun,” Jargk whispered. “Agent, we need the identity and nationalities of the assassins IMMEDIATELY, understand?”
“I’ll do the best I can,” replied the agent, still shouting. “It’s a hellhole here so you might have to wait for the news. I can barely walk without being knocked off my feet.” Coincidentally, at that moment a horror-stricken woman decided to barge the agent, sending him stumbling.
“Thank you agent,” Leon said, raising his hands to his chin professionally, just as the feed ended. “Well then, we have a real situation now. Assuming the assassin is Ethalrian, the SCE will declare war on Ethalria, and we will certainly follow suit. Jargk, make preparations to mobilise the reserves when it happens, it’s almost upon us.”
This is going to be a bad one, Leon thought, quietly, clenching his hands together tighter beneath his chin.