Revolution, Revolutions - 2

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Entry posted by Djohaal · August 13, 2009

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Nexus - 11 PM

"This is not good.. not good at all" Horus walked back and forth on the hall, his mind working ardently on a solution for the unexpected turn of events "This might derail all what I had set up so far, we'll need to intervene more than it is called for"

"I had an idea.. going to need a lot of energy for this, and some transmutation, but it might work."

East Bay, 2 AM

The residents on east bay related seeing a strong pulse of light and a huge thunder coming from the tower, yet it was a mostly clear night. An amateur astronomer who was sightseeing with binoculars reported he saw a strange figure in purple with a spiked helmet on top of the bay tower, but no one paid attention to him..

High seas, 2:35 AM

The wind was blowing from east, what really puzzled the navigators, as a huge storm approached them from the north, its clouds thundering and spinning...

The furious storm ravaged through the whole night. When morning came by, half the fleet had disappeared to never be found...

Nexus - 10 AM

Horus shook his head with disapproval "So much for a single pulse working here, and you know that in our protocol such power demonstrations are to be used as scarcely as possible!"

Djohaal replied sarcastically "So says the one who opened a passage in the sea in this same planet a few thousand years ago! And that's just the tip of your list! Compared to that I was just lighting a matchstick."

Horus got quiet from that unconfortable reminder. He also enjoyed such demonstrations, but managed to control such fits of overpowering to the right moments. While most of the Keepers prefered the art of being elusive and insidious, he always had one or two perfectly adjusted demonstrations of power in his works. That had earned him much adimiration and criticism among his peers.

"And I'm not done yet... This nation needs a hero, and I already have a plan for one"

"Just don't blow yourself up" Horus replied sardonically

"But that was just what I was thinking about...."

A few days later, on the Siege of Bayview

It had five days since the Vindicator and three other survivor ships of the high-seas catastrophe arrived and blockaded Bayview. They had threatened to bombard the city in a week unless the rebels surrendered, and the revolutionary council was tearing its hairs off. They had just three feeble ships of the coast guard, which could not match the damaged, but nevertheless imposing fleet that sat in their own backyard.

Bayview 1 PM

The Council was in an emergency meething, trying to find a way out of such a situation, they had considered many proposals, most of them downright impossible. They couldn't open fire, lest risk the island's only proper portuary city be turned into rubble, and didn't have enough men to board the enemy ships. A surrender term was already in the draftwork.

Suddenly a man entered the council chambers, the guards right behind him.

"I have a solution to our problem!" he shouted as the guards tried to carry him back. One of the council members ordered the guards to bring him back "I am, or well, used to be a trader for Orient Trading Company. I happen to have a large cargo ship and a warehouse full of explosives waiting to depart. Now if we could get that ship close enough to them, and set fire to those explosives... it'd be quite a sight."

That same councilor asked "But who would be mad enough to pilot a cargo ship there and blow themselves up? That's madness!"

"I am willing to do that" the trader said with conviction on his eyes "Anything for our country!"

"If that be your wish, we can't really stop a man from sacrificing himself for his nation, can we?" he asked out aloud to the council. "You may proceed to your final duty, and have from us all the resources you need. For our homeland!"

With that the council hall began applaudding the revolution's first martyr, and future hero¹.

Later on that same afternoon...

All citizens on vernacia were told to seek cover, protect their ears and belongings, for the events on that afternoon would be most memorable...

It was announced that a representative of the council would meet the admiral to negotiate the terms of surrender in neutral grounds - between a cargo ship on Bayview's Dock named "Matson" and the Vindicator.

The one man ship approached the majestic imperial flagship silently. Its lone pilot on the control. When he thought it was in a good position the ship came to a full stop. As nobody could peer into the cabin, Djohaal thought it was enough time in that fleshy self. His body dissolved in front of him as he shifted out and materialized on his proper self.

He observed his former body, assembled on a hurry, dissolve into dust right on front of him. He then thought "Time for the fireworks" as he looked at a fuse that went all the way from the cabin to the cargo dock. A small spark flew form his finger, setting fire to the spark. His true body then deassembled into a cloud of dark purple, which violently flowed away from the ship through every opening.

In less than one minute...

The vindicator and its two escort frigates were no more.

On that same afternoon the third frigate (which was out of the bay patrolling) went back to the bay to find just a large oil spill and burning debris floating. It docked on BayView's coast guard station to negotiate the terms of recognition of Vernacia's independence.

Two weeks later the provisory government was prooperly structured until the constitutional assembly's works were done. But it did not wait for the country's legal backbone to be structured to start working. Big plans for a railroad connecting all of vernacia were laid out, and the construction of a passanger and cargo terminal in Bayview already had began...

¹Councilor William Fogg, the one who spoke with the mysterious hero, related later on his memoirs "I'll not forget that man. He had so much nobility and greatness about him that I swear for a moment I saw a majestic spiked crown upon his head. Much like the stone statues we see all over the Ancients ruins, but made of a metal I have no words to describe..."

That same mysterous trader was subject to an extensive study by historians, since not even his name was known. However all they managed to round up was that he wasn't born in vernacia and that his Ship, the Matson, had docked on Bayview on the night before the siege had began. His provisory name "The Matson's Martyr" had since became the name most used to refer to him.... Some theorize that he probably had been diagnosed some uncurable disease, and wished to put his life to good use.

And now a word from our maestro!

Woha, three CJ Updates in one day... I'm outdoing myself!