01-03-2020, 03:36 AM
Vulkar. Jan 2nd
Ambassador Yu Huan could barely even keep his thoughts together he was so hungry. The Imperial ambassador to vulkaria, had spent far too many hours last night reviewing last-minute shipment details about the food and fireworks that were being sent to the Embassy in preparation for their New Year's celebration. Not the international New Year already passed. The Lunar New Year celbrated by shen, and lareal.
The Diplomatic Services of both Nations usually work together to host a fireworks display in the capital of the nation the embassies were residing in. Most allowed it and vulkar was amongst that group.
For the vulkar new year Festival fireworks display, ambassador yu had volunteered his own Embassy to be the place where the fireworks would be stored until they were brought to a park in the city where they could be set off in celebration of a new year.
As he walked from his office down the second-story hallway that overlooked the street in front of the embassy he saw the trucks unloading the pallets of fireworks. Hundreds of pounds of low yeild explosives that would be sent up in brilliant displays of light in just a few short weeks. A small barely noticeable smile crept across his face as he watched the local Workforce and the Embassy staff acting in unison to quickly unload the packages and bring them into the embassy and then store them in the basement bellow.
This was the best time of the year In his opinion. The New Year marked new beginnings. New opportunities. A chance to begin again. And a chance to share his culture with the citizens of the city he lived in with food games and most importantly a large fireworks display. Through some shrewd budgeting the Ambassador has been able to acquire extra fireworks this year. It would truly be one to remember.
He didn't have long to dwell on the thoughg of this fireworks display until he heard a small amount of commotion from downstairs. Turning his attention back towards the window he looked out and saw a small white utility van had pulled up in front of the large white truck.
The driver of the smaller van was getting into a verbal altercation with the driver of the white truck and the embassy staff member who was overseeing the unloading. The three people were yelling at each other but it didn't last long. The man who had been in the van stormed off leaving his car parked in front of the truck and the driver and the staff member to exchange confused looks neither of them quite knowing what to do about suddenly having an unregistered van parked right in front of the embassy.
Security officials had walked out onto the street and we're talking with the embassy staff member and when the Ambassador turned back to walk towards the kitchen.
He was about to turn down the hallway when it all finally went to hell. At first there was a terrible shock wave. It rattled the wooden beams. Cracked the drywall. The glass first cracked into large pieces and then those pieces were shattered into specs no bigger than the sand that had originally been forged into the glass. The Ambassador was violently tossed forward. Landing on his chest as a secondary wave of fire and shrapnel burst through the air, like 1000 grenades. Ripping through every hard surface they encountered. The Ambassador himself let out a scream of pain as he felt his own body being torn to shreds. The sudden sensation of pain followed by a complete lack of any other kind of sensation where his legs had been a moment before. Not even being able to bring himself to look down at where the sudden sensation of nothingness was coming from he just continued to let out yells and cries of pain. But they were soon drowned out by the sound of cracking. The floor directly beneath him started to bend. The smell of burning wood rust up from the cracks and the crackling of Fire build the young man's years. He desperately tried to claw forward to carry himself away from the sounds but before he could the floor finally gave way.
The piece of wood that had been the floor just a moment before slammed into the ground below with him on top of it. He let out another deadly gasp filled with pain. He opened up his eyes just as a trickle of blood from his cut forehead rushed into his left one completely cutting off his sight. the piece of wood that had been the floor just a moment before slammed into the ground below with him on top of it. With his one good eye, he was able to look around as fire consumed the Welcome Center of the Embassy. The horribly mangle corpse is of his coworkers strewn about the floor. The smell of burning paper and wood.
He was overwhelmed with horror and pain. His mind was on the verge of completely shutting down. His mind only had enough thought to focus on the crate that have been blown open. The Ambassador stared on as one final thought of horror enter his brain. The fireworks. The fireworks were exposed to the flame. He looked out and saw the crate slowly being consumed by the fire.
The ambassador's last thought was one of fear. Those fireworks that had brought him so much joy would be the last thing he ever saw.
The primary explosion from the car and the secondary explosion from the fireworks Would end up killing 40 people and wounding an additional 200. The embassy was completely destroyed with with most of those killed being the staff.
Most of the body's too mangled to even identify without the use of DNA testing
Ambassador Yu Huan could barely even keep his thoughts together he was so hungry. The Imperial ambassador to vulkaria, had spent far too many hours last night reviewing last-minute shipment details about the food and fireworks that were being sent to the Embassy in preparation for their New Year's celebration. Not the international New Year already passed. The Lunar New Year celbrated by shen, and lareal.
The Diplomatic Services of both Nations usually work together to host a fireworks display in the capital of the nation the embassies were residing in. Most allowed it and vulkar was amongst that group.
For the vulkar new year Festival fireworks display, ambassador yu had volunteered his own Embassy to be the place where the fireworks would be stored until they were brought to a park in the city where they could be set off in celebration of a new year.
As he walked from his office down the second-story hallway that overlooked the street in front of the embassy he saw the trucks unloading the pallets of fireworks. Hundreds of pounds of low yeild explosives that would be sent up in brilliant displays of light in just a few short weeks. A small barely noticeable smile crept across his face as he watched the local Workforce and the Embassy staff acting in unison to quickly unload the packages and bring them into the embassy and then store them in the basement bellow.
This was the best time of the year In his opinion. The New Year marked new beginnings. New opportunities. A chance to begin again. And a chance to share his culture with the citizens of the city he lived in with food games and most importantly a large fireworks display. Through some shrewd budgeting the Ambassador has been able to acquire extra fireworks this year. It would truly be one to remember.
He didn't have long to dwell on the thoughg of this fireworks display until he heard a small amount of commotion from downstairs. Turning his attention back towards the window he looked out and saw a small white utility van had pulled up in front of the large white truck.
The driver of the smaller van was getting into a verbal altercation with the driver of the white truck and the embassy staff member who was overseeing the unloading. The three people were yelling at each other but it didn't last long. The man who had been in the van stormed off leaving his car parked in front of the truck and the driver and the staff member to exchange confused looks neither of them quite knowing what to do about suddenly having an unregistered van parked right in front of the embassy.
Security officials had walked out onto the street and we're talking with the embassy staff member and when the Ambassador turned back to walk towards the kitchen.
He was about to turn down the hallway when it all finally went to hell. At first there was a terrible shock wave. It rattled the wooden beams. Cracked the drywall. The glass first cracked into large pieces and then those pieces were shattered into specs no bigger than the sand that had originally been forged into the glass. The Ambassador was violently tossed forward. Landing on his chest as a secondary wave of fire and shrapnel burst through the air, like 1000 grenades. Ripping through every hard surface they encountered. The Ambassador himself let out a scream of pain as he felt his own body being torn to shreds. The sudden sensation of pain followed by a complete lack of any other kind of sensation where his legs had been a moment before. Not even being able to bring himself to look down at where the sudden sensation of nothingness was coming from he just continued to let out yells and cries of pain. But they were soon drowned out by the sound of cracking. The floor directly beneath him started to bend. The smell of burning wood rust up from the cracks and the crackling of Fire build the young man's years. He desperately tried to claw forward to carry himself away from the sounds but before he could the floor finally gave way.
The piece of wood that had been the floor just a moment before slammed into the ground below with him on top of it. He let out another deadly gasp filled with pain. He opened up his eyes just as a trickle of blood from his cut forehead rushed into his left one completely cutting off his sight. the piece of wood that had been the floor just a moment before slammed into the ground below with him on top of it. With his one good eye, he was able to look around as fire consumed the Welcome Center of the Embassy. The horribly mangle corpse is of his coworkers strewn about the floor. The smell of burning paper and wood.
He was overwhelmed with horror and pain. His mind was on the verge of completely shutting down. His mind only had enough thought to focus on the crate that have been blown open. The Ambassador stared on as one final thought of horror enter his brain. The fireworks. The fireworks were exposed to the flame. He looked out and saw the crate slowly being consumed by the fire.
The ambassador's last thought was one of fear. Those fireworks that had brought him so much joy would be the last thing he ever saw.
The primary explosion from the car and the secondary explosion from the fireworks Would end up killing 40 people and wounding an additional 200. The embassy was completely destroyed with with most of those killed being the staff.
Most of the body's too mangled to even identify without the use of DNA testing
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