Hells Bells

Coup in Arragon

"This amendment will cease the shackles that has held our people down for generations, and shall see the rise of the peasantry's claim in their own lands"

-Senator Alim Ashir after an amendment passed that abolished the nobility.

Originally Written in 2021. Some things fixed.

December 24th, 2024. Arragon Republic, Kurzen. Wyte's Office.

TV: War in HF dimension has come to a anticlimactic close with casualties on both sides reaching the hundreds of millions, while US and Russian casualties remained in the low thousands. Their involvement sparked a wide set of protests on condemnation from the UN, Presidents Stokins response was "The UN was all in on our response to Omar, but when the British, French, and Chinese complained. They turned and complained about it unjustly, so it's claims are unfounded in this regard".

Wyte listens to the TV, spacing out. It cuts to a reporter on the ground and Wyte focuses all the sudden at the woman.

WYTE: Well, I thought that reporter died of fear, but apparently not.

RIVET: I recognize her, she was here a few weeks ago wanting an interview with you.

WYTE: Ah yes, I remember that... She claimed she was a war reporter, yet she never saw actual conflict up close or from afar.

The channel then switched to a reporter in the gods dimension.

REPORTER: Riots have broken out all across the god's republics, with uprisings from the ancient ones in the frontier, and a cultist resurgence causing the Arragonian army to resort to massacres and chemical warfare to suppress the uprisings. Many in Washington have suggested redrawing the lines when it comes to independence movements.

The reporter is cut short when gunfire erupts as the army moves into the city. The camera is dropped as the reporting crew runs for cover.

WYTE: Well, looks like Christmas vacation gonna have to wait

Wyte gets up and goes toward the window, watching the Arragonian battleships in the canal open fire, as landing craft travel further down the canal. Wyte quickly comes to a realization. Noises are heard outside of his office, then gunfire.

WYTE: Well, looks like they breached the palace, and are fighting the Palace guards.

Wyte says calmly as he rushes to lock the door.

RIVET: W-what's going on?

Wyte hurries over to his desk, opens a drawer and pulls out an Arragonian luger, then walks toward Rivet.

WYTE: Nothin' major, just a little evacuation of the US officials next door. For no particular reason, while you-

Wyte hands Rivet the pistol.

WYTE: Stay here until I get back.

Wyte unlocks the door and peaks out, seeing two dead Arragonian soldiers and bullet holes everywhere. He closes the door and goes to the liquor cabinet.

RIVET: I don't think now's the time for a fucking drink Wyte!

Wyte looks at Rivet with shock as she usually didn't swear.

WYTE: Language.

He opens the liquor cabinet, pushing bottles aside, until reaching a leather case in the back. He opens it up with an amused expression

WYTE: Here we are.

He pulls out a sawed off 1887, then heads for the door.

WYTE: Shoot whoever comes through the door.