Post by Ladorak on Apr 10, 2009 18:37:00 GMT -5
Boneparte could feel an immediate relief of tension. At last it looked as if he'd have answer....not a satisfactory one as it did nothing about the riot, but at least he could write to Pascale and hopefully get some agents down here to start making arrests. It was most likely going to devolve into street fighting....all because of this mouse.....but right now there was nothing the meerkat could do about it, even if he wanted to.
Calm himself? Well perhaps if a situation hadn't been created in the first place....but enough of that. Throwing off a weak salute to Dorris, Boneparte nodded. "Fine...sir. I'll get on it....." turning away, he strode back to his subordinates, speaking lowly to one. "Alright....we'll have to send a few of our own home...but in the meantime...I want my control over this town consolidated. If Faria won't open his fortress to us....then we'll have to take extreme measures. First off, I'm going to try and talk to his garrison, see if I can get them to revolt and overthrow him. Second....start killing off livestock, ruin the crops, block water supplies....I want this town starving and thirsty. We'll have no choice but to play rough....and if that obstinate mouse objects....well too bad, this is my fight after all."
Boneparte was now facing the grim realities of street warfare....in his own hometown...the place he'd grown up in and would always call home. Just what was this world coming to? What indeed......when everything one knows is turned on it's head and suddenly compresses around you....an implosion that seemed to paint your future in a very dim light.....
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The next few weeks seemed to go by in a flurry. Faria, in anger over what Boneparte was doing, had wheeled his cannon out of the fort and threatened to fire on the parts of town controlled by his volunteers. The intrepid Lieutenant, for his part, had written Pascale and had been given permission to dig in and bring in more troops if necessary. Pascale wrote to the Municipal Officer, Faria's direct boss, informing him that any firing by Faria's part would lay sole responsibility on him the Municipality would have to answer to it's wanton destruction of civilian property.
Deciding to back down, the Municipality turned it's support to Pascale, but at this point Faria was refusing to play party to it, and kept his guns trained on the town and Boneparte's troops. Flustered, Pascale had sent two commissioners to head down there and start making arrests. They began rounding up ringleaders of the rebellion, as well as troublemakers in the municipality offices. Faria, claiming to be upholding the law, withdrew into his fort and challenged Pascale and his government to blast them out. Since both his superiors and Pascale had reached an understanding, it was hard to comprehend just what "law" Faria was upholding, and by definition his actions were treason, but there was nothing anyone was directly willing to do about it.
The standoff finally over, Boneparte was summoned to his mentor's gubernatorial residence at Corsay, an ancient mountaintop town located in the center of the rugged Personza. There....located at the peak of a mountain, Boneparte held his interview with the aging Lukas Pascale, former freedom fighter for Personza now turned Governor of Personza in the name of Rosferia......
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The candle's flame licked and curled, sending off aromatic fumes that danced in a tendril of smoke before the young meerkat's eyes. He was sitting across from Pascale, the corpulent, older meerkat and virtual patriarch of Personzan independence. The Governor's residence was really more like a darkened monastery in Boneparte's eyes, and he wasn't feeling at all comfortable as Pascale passed over a letter to the Lieutenant.
"I think you should read that......it was sent to your barracks back in Roseria, but finally forwarded here. You....are in trouble back home." the former freedom fighter's voice was tired, raspy, but still held warmth behind it...though right now the tone was not reflected in the eyes, which had a steely sort of look to them.
Gulping, Boneparte opened the letter and started reading the contents. He felt his heart sink at the words coming into life before his gaze. No.......no! It couldn't be true!
Letting the letter fall to the table as his claws released it, he stared ahead of him, as if looking into a deep, dark void of which there was no escape. He was...relieved of his duties? But....this couldn't be! He...he needed that job! For the times he had to travel abroad to Rosferia.....well he didn't care so much that they were considering him wayward...it was the thought of losing all that he had busted himself so hard for that frightened him the most...and the mention of him being placed in the category of Emigrant and traitor would do him no good if he ever wanted to return to Rosferia in one piece.
Being a Lieutenant had always had it's advantages for him, and though he cared not for Rosferia, he knew that the position he was now in was a precarious one. He had family in Rosferia, and their safety flashed first and foremost in his mind. "I'm afraid you have matters to attend to back in the capital Boneparte. You can no longer stay here. I warned you that it would catch up with, but you were blinded. It seemed that so long as you had never received word for your superiors that nothing bad would happen to you....but that was mere ignorance.....you must return to Rosferia and fix this."
Boneparte blinked. Wait.....return to Rosferia? Go back to THAT place? At first he clenched his paws, unable to accept this....but he knew that Pascale was right. There would be no other way except to head to Cosnair and deal with this. He would have to clear his name....he could provide evidence of course...but doing that would be the hard part.
Never....did he want to return to those shores. There was nothing waiting for him there....it wasn't his home. It was a conquering nation that needed to let his island go! His world spun before him, his vision going blurry. Go back...go back....he would have to go back.....he would have to return to that accursed place...the place he loathed....Rosferia......
Standing up, he excused himself quietly from Pascale's presence. The old Governor watched his former protege go. Former? Yes.....Pascale was now convinced that Boneparte's mindset was so different from his own that they would no longer be able to act in concert. Besides.....Pascale had other....darker plans that lurked beneath the surface for Personza. He was no longer the devoted combatant of freedom that he had been many years ago. No....his goals were.....different now. He had made a rather treacherous deal....and he was merely waiting for the chance to follow through on his end of the bargain.....
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((Thanks for the help everyone! Got things moving and can get Boneparte back to Rosferia now, heheh. Once again, thanks a lot for all the help! Was really appreciated.))
Calm himself? Well perhaps if a situation hadn't been created in the first place....but enough of that. Throwing off a weak salute to Dorris, Boneparte nodded. "Fine...sir. I'll get on it....." turning away, he strode back to his subordinates, speaking lowly to one. "Alright....we'll have to send a few of our own home...but in the meantime...I want my control over this town consolidated. If Faria won't open his fortress to us....then we'll have to take extreme measures. First off, I'm going to try and talk to his garrison, see if I can get them to revolt and overthrow him. Second....start killing off livestock, ruin the crops, block water supplies....I want this town starving and thirsty. We'll have no choice but to play rough....and if that obstinate mouse objects....well too bad, this is my fight after all."
Boneparte was now facing the grim realities of street warfare....in his own hometown...the place he'd grown up in and would always call home. Just what was this world coming to? What indeed......when everything one knows is turned on it's head and suddenly compresses around you....an implosion that seemed to paint your future in a very dim light.....
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The next few weeks seemed to go by in a flurry. Faria, in anger over what Boneparte was doing, had wheeled his cannon out of the fort and threatened to fire on the parts of town controlled by his volunteers. The intrepid Lieutenant, for his part, had written Pascale and had been given permission to dig in and bring in more troops if necessary. Pascale wrote to the Municipal Officer, Faria's direct boss, informing him that any firing by Faria's part would lay sole responsibility on him the Municipality would have to answer to it's wanton destruction of civilian property.
Deciding to back down, the Municipality turned it's support to Pascale, but at this point Faria was refusing to play party to it, and kept his guns trained on the town and Boneparte's troops. Flustered, Pascale had sent two commissioners to head down there and start making arrests. They began rounding up ringleaders of the rebellion, as well as troublemakers in the municipality offices. Faria, claiming to be upholding the law, withdrew into his fort and challenged Pascale and his government to blast them out. Since both his superiors and Pascale had reached an understanding, it was hard to comprehend just what "law" Faria was upholding, and by definition his actions were treason, but there was nothing anyone was directly willing to do about it.
The standoff finally over, Boneparte was summoned to his mentor's gubernatorial residence at Corsay, an ancient mountaintop town located in the center of the rugged Personza. There....located at the peak of a mountain, Boneparte held his interview with the aging Lukas Pascale, former freedom fighter for Personza now turned Governor of Personza in the name of Rosferia......
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The candle's flame licked and curled, sending off aromatic fumes that danced in a tendril of smoke before the young meerkat's eyes. He was sitting across from Pascale, the corpulent, older meerkat and virtual patriarch of Personzan independence. The Governor's residence was really more like a darkened monastery in Boneparte's eyes, and he wasn't feeling at all comfortable as Pascale passed over a letter to the Lieutenant.
"I think you should read that......it was sent to your barracks back in Roseria, but finally forwarded here. You....are in trouble back home." the former freedom fighter's voice was tired, raspy, but still held warmth behind it...though right now the tone was not reflected in the eyes, which had a steely sort of look to them.
Gulping, Boneparte opened the letter and started reading the contents. He felt his heart sink at the words coming into life before his gaze. No.......no! It couldn't be true!
As of February 6th, 1792, the Lieutenant Boneparte Lantzer has been relieved of his post with his garrison for dereliction of duty and having violated his sick leave. It is known that he had traveled to Personza late last year on leave of absence, but as that leave has expired months ago, it is suspected that he has become one of the many Emigrants of this country and is now a traitor to his cause. He has given up his profession, and has been replaced on February 6th, 1792.
Letting the letter fall to the table as his claws released it, he stared ahead of him, as if looking into a deep, dark void of which there was no escape. He was...relieved of his duties? But....this couldn't be! He...he needed that job! For the times he had to travel abroad to Rosferia.....well he didn't care so much that they were considering him wayward...it was the thought of losing all that he had busted himself so hard for that frightened him the most...and the mention of him being placed in the category of Emigrant and traitor would do him no good if he ever wanted to return to Rosferia in one piece.
Being a Lieutenant had always had it's advantages for him, and though he cared not for Rosferia, he knew that the position he was now in was a precarious one. He had family in Rosferia, and their safety flashed first and foremost in his mind. "I'm afraid you have matters to attend to back in the capital Boneparte. You can no longer stay here. I warned you that it would catch up with, but you were blinded. It seemed that so long as you had never received word for your superiors that nothing bad would happen to you....but that was mere ignorance.....you must return to Rosferia and fix this."
Boneparte blinked. Wait.....return to Rosferia? Go back to THAT place? At first he clenched his paws, unable to accept this....but he knew that Pascale was right. There would be no other way except to head to Cosnair and deal with this. He would have to clear his name....he could provide evidence of course...but doing that would be the hard part.
Never....did he want to return to those shores. There was nothing waiting for him there....it wasn't his home. It was a conquering nation that needed to let his island go! His world spun before him, his vision going blurry. Go back...go back....he would have to go back.....he would have to return to that accursed place...the place he loathed....Rosferia......
Standing up, he excused himself quietly from Pascale's presence. The old Governor watched his former protege go. Former? Yes.....Pascale was now convinced that Boneparte's mindset was so different from his own that they would no longer be able to act in concert. Besides.....Pascale had other....darker plans that lurked beneath the surface for Personza. He was no longer the devoted combatant of freedom that he had been many years ago. No....his goals were.....different now. He had made a rather treacherous deal....and he was merely waiting for the chance to follow through on his end of the bargain.....
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((Thanks for the help everyone! Got things moving and can get Boneparte back to Rosferia now, heheh. Once again, thanks a lot for all the help! Was really appreciated.))