The Falling Star

When terror rises, hope cracks and strenght ends, what can save us?

Welcome to the Falling Star thread, where we will see adventures and misfortunes in the Empire of Great Novania. What does the future hold for this nation, and what will happen to Novania when bad times arrive? In this thread, we shall discover what truly is happening behind curtains and how it will affect this powerful, yet fragile, Empire.

I am a new roleplayer representing the Empire of Great Novania. I am new, so I might make some mistakes, sorry if these happen....

(This post was last modified: 05-03-2020, 01:16 PM by Enzoci.)

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Chapter 1: Behind the curtains

Days ago...

It was all dark, the sun hadn't risen yet. Harold Van Helm was walking in the quiet streets of the outskirts of Nova City. He quickly walked down a dimly lit street. Everything was dark, the only light sources being the night sky and a flickering lamp post. He went under the lamp post, pressed his back against it, and waited.

— "Who owns the world?" Asked a misterious figure hiding behind a bush near the lamp post. Due to the darkness seeing their face was impossible.
— "The ones who can control its strings." Van Helm said.
— "Has your agent completed the mission?"
— "He failed to kill the Minister."
— "This is not good. The Leader will not approve of this."
— "Could Leader at least reveal himself to me, Messenger? I would rather talk to him directly about this situation."
— "He will in due time, Van Helm."
— "Hmphf."
— "Send another agent to complete the mission the first one could not finish. This will satisfy the Removers."
— "You mean the antirelligious groups?"
— "Whatever you wish to call them. Their support will help us in our cause."
— "Very well. It will be done."
— "Good luck."

Van Helm walks away from the lamp post at a quick pace, already thinking about whom to choose for this job.

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It was early in the morning, but Joshua was already up. He had quickly put on formal clothing as he nearly woke up too late for his job. As the director of the Novanian Intelligence Agency he couldn't arrive late since he was extremely important to the safety of Millions.
He quickly went to his car. It was a newer model Fusion Mk2 that he bought recently. A very fast car for its price, but Joshua doubted that he would ever use all of its speed.
Soon he arrived at the NIA's headquarters, the Estrela Eterna building, a large star-shaped complex with top-grade security and hundreds of personell inside, all under his command. As he walked down the pathway to the main entrance, he could see many of the Azaria Porela flowers, or Purple Wonder flowers, a flower that became famous in Novania due to being able to be turned into a purple dye that was heavily exported. It is also used as the symbol of the NIA due to the large amounts growing around where its first HQ was built.
He entered the building through its silvery doors. As he walked towards the meeting room people went to greet him, inform him of current affairs, the usual. He arrived at the meeting room, and as he opened its doors be could see that everyone had already arrived before him.

— "Director, you are here! Wonderful, we can start this meeting." Said Pedro Bastia, the Head of the Counter Intelligence Department.

Joshua took a seat on the table. It was shaped like a hollow circle, and many high ranking personell of Novanian agencies, departments and even the military are all around the table. On each seat was a small nametag showing the person's position and their name, and a microphone for them to talk.
Chatter was happening all over the table, but it quickly ended when Pedro started talking on his microphone.

— "Ladies and Gentlemen, i welcome you all to this very important meeting. Today we are discussing recent events surrouding the assasination attempt of the Minister of Rural Affairs, Gabriel Medeiros."

A picture appeared in the large screen behind amd slightly to the left of Pedro. It depicted the crime scene.

— "As we all know by now, a 9mm pistol was used. Four shots hit the Minister before the culprit was shot down by security. Analisis of recent online chat history shows connection of the cuprit with an antirelligious group known as Voz da Razão..." The picture in the screen changed, now depicting the symbol of the group: a white diamond with a black fist drawn in it.
— "...that is known for hating the minister and his religious acceptance ideas. Evidence was also found that someone from that organization gave the culprit the information on where the minister could be found, and how he should assassinate him, further incriminating the Voz da Razão. The organization has been tagged as terrorist and arrest warrants for known members have been made. Any questions?"

— "Do we have any info on how such an organization grew so much under our radar and what do they think they will accomplish with this?" Asked the Head of the Intelligence Department.

—"We do not know how information of this group arrived so extremely late to us, and we are investigating possible ways this could have happened. About what they want to accomplish..." He paused for a second, thinking about the question.

— "I am not sure about their objective, but i do theorize that they might want to send a message, a message that they will not accept the government or any member of it supporting religions and that they do not want any religions on our nation."

— "Have we started to monitor all internet forums and chats that could be used to organize such actions? And are the suspect's internet and message history being analized?"

— "Yes, however to break in into private messages of the suspects we need warrants or the Parliament's permission to do that freely. We are trying to get the parliament to accept this but they don't want to budge, and making warrants takes time, but its our best option." He waited a second for more questions, and when none came he said:

— "No one else? Wonderful. Now we need to discuss about how did this go under our radar and how to proceed next."

— "Is it possible that agents and personell of ours might have been paid to not talk?" Asked Joshua.

— "It would explain a lot of things. But how would this group get enough resources or influence to pay off our agents is a mistery. We need to investigate this further."

— "I will see that more resources are allocated to your department. Try to use trustworthy agents to find out the truth."

— "Have you considered the... worst option?" Asked a female voice. Everyone turned their heads to the other side of the table. There, speaking, was the Novanian Minister of Defense, Andresa Caramelo. She was wearing formal attire with a pin with the shape and colors of the Nova Star in her collar.

— "It is possible that high ranking personell of Novanian Agencies, Government and even of the Military have commited high treason. If this is the case we might be dealing with much more than just a terrorist group."

— "I doubt it." Said a Novanian General.

— "The chances of such are extremely small, and for what? To help a group of fools? It is probably not what is happening here."

— "I must agree with Lucas. This is impossible." Said Deimos Canaveral in his deep voice. Deimos is well known as the most famous and Influential military leader in the Empire, and thus his words carry weight. He is wearing an admiral's formal uniform, and all his condecorations are very clearly visible and put in a way to call for attention.

— "This would require far more influence and resources than any group could muster. It would be a near impossibility to pull off. I believe that..." Before he could finish, someone came trough the door, calling the attention of everyone in the room.

— "Director!" Said the woman.

— "Ana? We are in the middle of a meeting he..." Before Joshua could finish, she cut him off.

— "The Minister of Rural Affairs! He has been assasinated!"

— "What?!" Said Joshua. Loud chatter started all around the room. "This is going to be a long day..." tought Joshua. "A very long day..."

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(This post was last modified: 05-04-2020, 03:50 PM by Enzoci.)

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Once again Van Helm walked down the streets of the outskirts of Nova City. This time he enters a different street, this one, even with clouds blocking the light of the moon, was relatively well lit. He walked to the end and entered a small abandoned house.
When he entered the living room, the smell was horrible. The putrid smell of something rotten filled the house, but Van Helm had already smelt worse. He sat in the couch in the middle of the room. In the place where a television was supposed to be there was a laptop, and a white line in black background was the only thing that could be seen in its screen.

— "Who owns the world?" Asked a voice from the laptop. The line waved as the voice spoke.

— "Those who can control its strings."

— "Your agent has completed your mission, i see. It went all over the news rather quickly."

— "He is the best of the best."

— "Keep contact with him, we might need him later for... harder missions. For now your objective is to gather support in the south. As of late nationalistic tendencies have been rising down there, and we must get their support if we want to be sucessful."

— "Anything else?"

— "Yes. Leader has decided that it is time to reveal himself to you. In two weeks at 1 PM you will meet in this adress." An adress appears on the screen.

— "Wonderful."

— "Good luck."

As Van Helm left the room he could hear the ventilation of the laptop stop as the killswitch installed in the device deleted all files and made it stop working.

I am a new roleplayer representing the Empire of Great Novania. I am new, so I might make some mistakes, sorry if these happen....

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