So just a heads up, but this one gets kind of gruesome. Like, a 3/10? Just, there's some blood, and some sanitized descriptions of the result of a fight.
Nouvelles Du Jour
Édition anglaise
String of Attacks Continue, 15 Dead
In the third such incident in as many weeks, a Victorian Occupation Outpost was assaulted! The facility, located in Saint Jean Sur Richelieu, reported power outages and communications interference at about 12:17 AM. Response by the Victorian invaders was slow, due to the heavy storms turning the roads to muck and ruin, and a belief that the interference was the result of the storm.
When the Victorians arrived, they found a scene of total carnage and destruction. Half a dozen bodies were located in main promenade, dead in various ways-- two with bullet wounds, one with lacerations to the throat from a small instrument, one strangled, and two others killed by what have been described as "sword wounds." Further inside the base, someone had brought down the ceiling of the garage on the armored vehicles, with the rest stolen or otherwise missing.
Inside the base's main hub, colonel William Cross-- leader of the boots on the ground in this part of Quebec-- and his general staff were all found dead. Here, it was a raw mix of gunfire and sword strokes-- shattered bullets and casings littered the ground like snow after a blizzard, so terrible had been the fighting. The number of attackers is unknown at this time, though rumors from the office of the investigators in charge of reviewing the security footage say five-to-seven.
In response, Victoria has sworn to crack down even harder, and take revenge for these slights. In particular, they have sent the Barbarian's Bane, Colonel Adair Ezekiel, to take control of the situation. He is famed and recieved much commendations for meritorious actions in Pennsylvania.
Hopefully, this merely represents an upswing in anti-Victorian activities, and not their apex, compared to the single men dead of earlier assaults.
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White.
His skin, his hair, and his coat.
That was the color of Colonel Adair on the outside.
Immediately he turned his gaze towards the map of the area, his sycophants inside the office with him, as well as a handyman, fiddling with an air vent. It was stretched out on the opposite wall from his desk, with several areas outside the city marked in red. Farms. Supply depots for rebels and the worthless masses, too.
"Burn them. Loot the food and supplies. Kill those who resist."
His officers nodded and set out, single file, through the door, to see his will done. The last one, some blond brat, turned as he was walking out. "Do you want us to set a watch here, sir?"
"No. I'll not let these...French
degenerates frighten me, and neither should you."
And with that, his staff parted to do his work.
Leaving only the colonel.
The Handyman.
And the revolver he was attempting to load inside the vent.
The colonel snagged his own pistol from his desk drawer, already loaded, and pointed it at the handyman-- an undescript fellow, but for his long hair, tied in a ponytail that fell past his waist. The colonel did not even rise from his thick, padded chair, an old style one, like something your grandfather might own.
"I suppose you figured you'd kill me now, then?"
The handyman said nothing, simply raised his hands in submission. "Wasn't quite the plan. I do the officers.
He does you."
At that exact moment, there was a sound like meat being skewered. The colonel looked down, and saw a curved piece of metal sticking through his heart. The shock meant it did not hurt-- yet-- and so he lightly touched the tip, already sticky and red.
A dark flower was beginning to bloom on his coat as his blood spread out.
Then he felt it.
He felt the burn of his heart, stabbed through with archaic-shaped steel. He felt his mind going dark at the edges, as the blood left and was not-- could not be-- replaced. He felt oozy, and breathless.
Then his killer pulled out the sword, and colonel Adair felt nothing again on this mortal coil.
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So I had plans for doing something in Quebec about the Resistance as far back as June, but couldn't actually think of what to do.
Then I played through Assassin's Creed and decided that would be a good inspiration for it.
). But they can only have done so much to sabotage the bulk performance parameters of the airframe (speed, engine power, etc.) without it being immediately obvious to anyone who tried to fly those planes.
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