Summoning the Directorium

Chapter 1: The Directorium

Gregorian Calendar, October 2017

East Timorese Countryside, East Timor Province, Indonesia

"Shit! Fuck!"

A young man burst through the dense jungles of the island. Wearing nothing but a plain shirt and pants without any sort of footwear, the man ran like there would be no tomorrow. Sweat trickled down as his face carried a terrified expression.

'BOOOM!'

'BOOOM!'

'BRRRRRT!'

Behind him, a string of explosions and gunfire roared from the distance. The sounds of helicopter blades could be heard as well, followed by the screeching noises of their missiles. It felt like a nightmare for anyone who experienced it.

'SNAP!'

The man suddenly tripped on a tree branch which snapped and made him fall to the ground. The front of his body smashed into the muddy dirt below. He quickly got up but felt pain in his right foot due to the injury.

However, he could feel a shiver down his spine as a low rumbling roar could be heard. This noise got closer and closer. Without any hesitation, he quickly got himself down onto the ground and hid under the tall grass and around the trees and large rocks. He looked around and around. Initially, there was nothing but noise. But as the sounds got closer, the source of it would appear.

A metal hunk on tracks drove through the dense jungles. On top of it is a turret equipped with a 90mm gun pointed straight forward. The man could also see a person on top of the vehicle's turret who wore a green uniform and helmet.

The man's face paled in terror but he made no attempts at movement to prevent being detected. His heart beat ever faster as the vehicle got so close that he could feel the ground rumbling from its movement. From his hiding spot, he could somewhat hear the voices made by the figure on the vehicle.

"Careful boys, we don't know where these rebels are hiding."

The man kept hidden as he could see multiple of the same vehicles moving past him. Soon enough, the man's terror stopped as they all passed by without having noticed him. It was very much a miracle, one that he couldn't believe had happened. He then waited for a while, around three to four minutes, before he ran away from the location.

Parliamentary Complex of Indonesia, Jakarta, Indonesia

The assembly room, contrary to the sights of hundreds of people inside it, was instead filled with silence. Near the walls and corners of the room, multiple groups of people gathered with large cameras and broadcasting equipment. Those groups of people belonged to the various news and broadcasting companies in the country, all of which were in the room to document and broadcast the event.

As the main doors of the assembly room opened, a group of men with black suits and red ties entered. Those news cameras quickly changed their focus from the stage to that group of men that walked up the aisle. Reporters on the site began to comment on the arrival of the group. Meanwhile, the group of men surrounded a certain man in the middle as if they were escorting him.

The man, like those other men, wore a neat black suit with a red tie. On top of his head is a black peci, a certain oval and rectangular shaped cap. Before saying anything, the man cleared his throat and grabbed the microphone with his right hand. The man is Ridwan Sutedja, the president of the country.

The sight that unfolded in front of him is the audience of the People's Consultative Assembly's (MPR) Yearly Assembly, an event broadcasted all over national television and gave the people information regarding government policies and its execution by the many state institutions. As with its purpose, representatives of the government's institutions would make speeches to give work reports. Ridwan, being the president, would make his speech for that very purpose.