09-25-2023, 09:45 PM
SIPS headquarters
The headquarters of the Special Investigative and Prosecutorial Service in the capital was a coveted Golden Blade target. Perhaps the most coveted.
There was a reason for this. As the group responsible for running the Huenyan post-civil war TRC and enforcing its mandates, the SIPS was easily the entity that ethnic Xiomeran extremists hated the most. It was the one that often put them in jail and punished their leaders. Just off the central plaza of the Green Zone on Tlācaxoxouhcāyōtl Avenue, SIPS headquarters would become the center of one of the largest waves of attackers as the Green Zone was breached.
As alarm bells rang out, SIPS agents and the small contingent of Huenyan Army soldiers guarding the facility rushed to its defense. "Are we taking prisoners?" Acalxototl, a SIPS agent, asked Chief Prosecutor Tiacapantzin as the first terrorists appeared on the plaza in front of the building.
"If there are any left once we're done. They aren't here to take prisoners, so we're not playing nice either," Tiacapantzin growled, raising his rifle and taking careful aim as Golden Blade terrorists began running towards them.
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Federation Hall
On the roof of the entrance hall of the Huenyan legislative complex, Natana Arono smiled to himself. "See a terrorist, shoot a terrorist," the Milintican murmured to himself. Crack. He smiled more broadly as a terrorist running towards the building dropped many yards short of his goal.
The Milintican was the best sniper alive from a country that excelled in guerrilla warfare. Being a sniper was practically in a Milintican's blood. Arono had no shortage of options to choose from. The Golden Blade terrorists were running openly towards the Hall en masse, counting on their superior numbers and barely even using cover. "I am so glad my enemies are idiots," Arono sang to himself. "But damn, there are a lot of you, aren't there? I'd better get to work. See a terrorist, shoot a terrorist." Crack.
---
Outside the Palace of the Four Directions, a group of Golden Blade terrorists had begun to besiege the building. They saw a set of massive double doors swinging open, and moved to intercept. But they weren't about to stop what was coming.
Multiple heavily armored SUVs came surging out of the gates at a high rate of speed. Shorn Ones were leaning out of hatches at the top of the SUVs, shooting any terrorist that came close. The bulk of the vehicles also proved to be an effective terrorist deterrent, as the drivers of the vehicles plowed over any enemy stupid or slow enough to get in front of them. Without slowing down, the vehicles sped across the Tlatlahcoyān towards the Defense Department complex.
One terrorist, however was armed with an RPG. With a snarl, he aimed at the vehicle in the center of the convoy and fired. Inside the vehicle, Texōccoatl and the others braced for an impact. That wasn't going to be, however. With no hesitation at all, one of the escort vehicles veered into the path of the oncoming RPG. It exploded in a massive fireball, as the other vehicles screeched into the parking structure of the Defense Headquarters.
Texōccoatl and the others rushed inside the building and were quickly escorted to the strategy room. Inside, General Huatli and Defense Secretary Tlanexchel were trying to get communications working again and figure out their response to the attacks. "General, our scouts report that the embassy area has come under attack. The Acadian embassy has already fallen and others may be next," an aide reported.
Huatli cursed. "What happened to the units I ordered to go defend that area?"
"They encountered unexpectedly strong resistance from the terrorists and were not able to push through in time," the aide replied.
"Damnit. Order the 18th Division to send additional forces to that area. One embassy is bad enough, we can't have others fall." Huatli turned as Texōccoatl and his entourage entered the room. "Thank the gods you're all safe," she said, only to be interrupted by more bad news. "General, multiple checkpoints at the barrier wall report that they have been forced to retreat. More enemy forces are entering the Green Zone from outside the wall."
Huatli grimaced. The initial attacks inside the Green Zone had happened when terrorists had infiltrated the area by slipping past the checkpoints. Now, if the checkpoints began falling, more enemies would be able to flood into the Zone, making it even harder for the Huenyans to defend the area. "Order airstrikes on any terrorist columns entering the Zone from outside. I know it's going to pose a risk to civilians, but we have no choice. We cannot let ourselves be overrun here," she ordered. Texōccoatl nodded in agreement.
---
At the Tecpancalli Tonaltzintli, Vice-Speaker Xiadani was facing a similar dilemma as the occupants of the Palace of the Four Directions had faced earlier. Her official residence was already under siege, and her options were to try to escape or to stand and fight. Her inclination was not to run. Her security detail was arguing otherwise, when a garbled message came over the radio. "....gathering at Defense Headquarters...Texōccoatl and General Huatli are...defense of the capital. Advise retreat to headquarters."
Xiadani sighed. "That is a foolish plan. We will never make it. Besides, I am not about to let these terrorist bastards chase me out of my own house."
"With respect, madam Vice-Speaker, it is more foolish to remain here. There is no guarantee that any relief column can make it here before the terrorists overrun us." Enetzin, the Shorn One in charge of her protective detail, gestured out the window. "We can use the tunnels underneath the residence to escape to the plaza and make a run for Defense Headquarters."
"I am Necatli. We do not run," Xiadani said stubbornly. Enetzin sighed. "That stubbornness is why the Necatli lost to the Xiomerans so many centuries ago," he replied tartly. "It is not a sin to retreat in order to fight again later, as long as you come back and defeat your enemies. But you need to be alive to do that, you know."
Xiadani stared in surprise at the bluntness of her guardian, before she began to laugh. "You know, you may have a point," she admitted finally. "Where are these tunnels of yours?"
---
Outside the building where the flag of the Filament Steel was flying, a single person walked up to the gate and waited to be recognized. She was dressed like a Golden Blade terrorist, but she was definitely not that. Cihuaxoche was an agent with Imperial Intelligence, and was one of the Xiomeran agents supporting the Golden Blade attack on Chuaztlapoc. If anyone were going to make an offer to the Blade, it would go through her, and only her.
The headquarters of the Special Investigative and Prosecutorial Service in the capital was a coveted Golden Blade target. Perhaps the most coveted.
There was a reason for this. As the group responsible for running the Huenyan post-civil war TRC and enforcing its mandates, the SIPS was easily the entity that ethnic Xiomeran extremists hated the most. It was the one that often put them in jail and punished their leaders. Just off the central plaza of the Green Zone on Tlācaxoxouhcāyōtl Avenue, SIPS headquarters would become the center of one of the largest waves of attackers as the Green Zone was breached.
As alarm bells rang out, SIPS agents and the small contingent of Huenyan Army soldiers guarding the facility rushed to its defense. "Are we taking prisoners?" Acalxototl, a SIPS agent, asked Chief Prosecutor Tiacapantzin as the first terrorists appeared on the plaza in front of the building.
"If there are any left once we're done. They aren't here to take prisoners, so we're not playing nice either," Tiacapantzin growled, raising his rifle and taking careful aim as Golden Blade terrorists began running towards them.
---
Federation Hall
On the roof of the entrance hall of the Huenyan legislative complex, Natana Arono smiled to himself. "See a terrorist, shoot a terrorist," the Milintican murmured to himself. Crack. He smiled more broadly as a terrorist running towards the building dropped many yards short of his goal.
The Milintican was the best sniper alive from a country that excelled in guerrilla warfare. Being a sniper was practically in a Milintican's blood. Arono had no shortage of options to choose from. The Golden Blade terrorists were running openly towards the Hall en masse, counting on their superior numbers and barely even using cover. "I am so glad my enemies are idiots," Arono sang to himself. "But damn, there are a lot of you, aren't there? I'd better get to work. See a terrorist, shoot a terrorist." Crack.
---
Outside the Palace of the Four Directions, a group of Golden Blade terrorists had begun to besiege the building. They saw a set of massive double doors swinging open, and moved to intercept. But they weren't about to stop what was coming.
Multiple heavily armored SUVs came surging out of the gates at a high rate of speed. Shorn Ones were leaning out of hatches at the top of the SUVs, shooting any terrorist that came close. The bulk of the vehicles also proved to be an effective terrorist deterrent, as the drivers of the vehicles plowed over any enemy stupid or slow enough to get in front of them. Without slowing down, the vehicles sped across the Tlatlahcoyān towards the Defense Department complex.
One terrorist, however was armed with an RPG. With a snarl, he aimed at the vehicle in the center of the convoy and fired. Inside the vehicle, Texōccoatl and the others braced for an impact. That wasn't going to be, however. With no hesitation at all, one of the escort vehicles veered into the path of the oncoming RPG. It exploded in a massive fireball, as the other vehicles screeched into the parking structure of the Defense Headquarters.
Texōccoatl and the others rushed inside the building and were quickly escorted to the strategy room. Inside, General Huatli and Defense Secretary Tlanexchel were trying to get communications working again and figure out their response to the attacks. "General, our scouts report that the embassy area has come under attack. The Acadian embassy has already fallen and others may be next," an aide reported.
Huatli cursed. "What happened to the units I ordered to go defend that area?"
"They encountered unexpectedly strong resistance from the terrorists and were not able to push through in time," the aide replied.
"Damnit. Order the 18th Division to send additional forces to that area. One embassy is bad enough, we can't have others fall." Huatli turned as Texōccoatl and his entourage entered the room. "Thank the gods you're all safe," she said, only to be interrupted by more bad news. "General, multiple checkpoints at the barrier wall report that they have been forced to retreat. More enemy forces are entering the Green Zone from outside the wall."
Huatli grimaced. The initial attacks inside the Green Zone had happened when terrorists had infiltrated the area by slipping past the checkpoints. Now, if the checkpoints began falling, more enemies would be able to flood into the Zone, making it even harder for the Huenyans to defend the area. "Order airstrikes on any terrorist columns entering the Zone from outside. I know it's going to pose a risk to civilians, but we have no choice. We cannot let ourselves be overrun here," she ordered. Texōccoatl nodded in agreement.
---
At the Tecpancalli Tonaltzintli, Vice-Speaker Xiadani was facing a similar dilemma as the occupants of the Palace of the Four Directions had faced earlier. Her official residence was already under siege, and her options were to try to escape or to stand and fight. Her inclination was not to run. Her security detail was arguing otherwise, when a garbled message came over the radio. "....gathering at Defense Headquarters...Texōccoatl and General Huatli are...defense of the capital. Advise retreat to headquarters."
Xiadani sighed. "That is a foolish plan. We will never make it. Besides, I am not about to let these terrorist bastards chase me out of my own house."
"With respect, madam Vice-Speaker, it is more foolish to remain here. There is no guarantee that any relief column can make it here before the terrorists overrun us." Enetzin, the Shorn One in charge of her protective detail, gestured out the window. "We can use the tunnels underneath the residence to escape to the plaza and make a run for Defense Headquarters."
"I am Necatli. We do not run," Xiadani said stubbornly. Enetzin sighed. "That stubbornness is why the Necatli lost to the Xiomerans so many centuries ago," he replied tartly. "It is not a sin to retreat in order to fight again later, as long as you come back and defeat your enemies. But you need to be alive to do that, you know."
Xiadani stared in surprise at the bluntness of her guardian, before she began to laugh. "You know, you may have a point," she admitted finally. "Where are these tunnels of yours?"
---
Outside the building where the flag of the Filament Steel was flying, a single person walked up to the gate and waited to be recognized. She was dressed like a Golden Blade terrorist, but she was definitely not that. Cihuaxoche was an agent with Imperial Intelligence, and was one of the Xiomeran agents supporting the Golden Blade attack on Chuaztlapoc. If anyone were going to make an offer to the Blade, it would go through her, and only her.
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