BNS || Major arrests underway, Direktor Enfield residence raided

[Geoffacake]

Berlin News Service
Breaking News: Major arrests underway

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"We've just received reports of arrests to be taken underway, we're out here in the urban apartment complex within the outskirts of the capital continent observing a large Military force here to arrest the Direktor of the BDM on reasons of treason under the new Military laws... As you can see the Military are not taking any chances with this as he's classed as a dangerous individual. I'm here with Oberst Franz Olkermann who is overseeing this arrest of this notorious mastermind... Oberst, please tell us why Enfield who has plagued our military might finally meeting his fate?"

"Ja well thats simple, the BDM and their MND allies are nothing compared to the bloodied sacrificial heroes that the military have. He denied the rightful revenge and claims of Rheinland. He doesn't know the meaning of sacrifice that our soldiers put on the line, a man like him probably hasn't seen any sort of duty even our newest soldiers will see. Once we get him, he shall be paraded as a true enemy of the new Imperial Rheinland and we shall have the power and to make Rheinland Gre--"

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Gunshots suddenly ring out from inside the building, and radios started screeching orders from otherwise calm commanders, But only after a minute did things begin to drop silent. As commanders started to ask in for reports on the fire teams that went inside, there were no responses... Even the news teams were silent as the commanders stormed off to question what just happened while calling in for reinforcements.

"It-- it appears that Mr Enfield has resisted and our fire teams have had no choice but to execu--" "You! Stay the fuck there!" "Oh god, its him!" Enfield came out the front door of the complex with a barrel pointing at the camera along with quite an army of plain clothed yet armoured up agents right behind him brandishing a substantial array of armaments. But the gunfire didn't stop as any military soldier who thought about bringing up their weapon went as down just as fast as the agents pulled their triggers. "Oberst, get on your knees... Lady, piss off. Camera man, stay put!" He took up a position right in front of the camera while he forced the Oberst down on his knees, disarming him in the process. "Z... Get the news van, tap us in."


"We've locked in the stream... They won't cut us off." "Okay..." Enfield attempted the wipe the sweat of his face with the back of his hand and catch his breath before packing his weapon away and regaining his composure to address the biggest speech he's probably ever done. "You see this...?" He points to the commander and dead soldiers behind him. "This is what happens when the Military and Corporations start to pull in their monopoly on more than just their own markets, they want the government, they want you and your blood to throw away without your choice. Then let me give you a choice... Resist. While we resist with arms and violence, I ask you to resist with your voice. The imperium is the real traitor here, the traitors of your Von Rohe day. We worked to protect the citizens from dangers they couldn't fathom, our lives on lines that almost feel impossible... We knew what we were to become even if we weren't to get any fame, but it seems the Military commanders are too busy chasing stripes, medals and promotions to even consider it." "Sie werden dich umbringen, Arschloch. Glaubst du wirklich, du kommst damit dur--?" Enfield only rolled his eyes at the kneeling Oberst who ran his mouth, but the talking had to stop somehow. He took the barrel end of his rifle, and decided to drive the point into his head. "Augh!! Auughh-- Guh..." "Shut up, you fucking baby."

"We have to move." "Tell everyone to scramble... And to those commanders that feel content in their thrones of blood money and feasting on their lobbyist bought feasts as you in send soldiers in for pointless wars to strive up stock prices for Daumann or Republican. To choose us as your next target? Ones that fought along side you? The worst choice you could ever make, to fight shadows, shadows made to protect and fight with you? You better hope you don't see me in your Imperial estates. Because the more innocent soldiers you treat like cannon fodder that you send my way, they will die... Because either I'll kill you, or I'll leave you for someone else who will."

"And for the soldiers that faithfully fight for a Republic, you still can--" A motorbike pulled up right behind him, Enfield swatted the commander in the back of the head, sending him to the ground. "Twenty lives on Oberst Olkermann... How many more is he going to send comfortably to die for his fame? Prick--" Enfield mounted the drivers position on that bike and strapped on a helmet on before pointing his sidearm at the camera, even before the entire gunshot was heard, the entire stream halted itself.

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The news stream returns to a shocked and gobsmacked anchor team who are struggling to even put formed words out of their mouths as they attempt to listen in on their earpiece for information... Even to then they couldn't say much. "W-we apologize for this broadcast error... C-commercials, now!"

[Claussen]

The broadcast suddenly cuts off. Someone high up has made the call to cut the live broadcast. There were more important matters to attend to than the shocked reactions of a few neural net pundits, gasping for familiar rhetoric as the walls closed in around them. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Hail to thee in the Victor's Wreath,
Ruler of the blessed Rheinland!
Hail to thee, emperor!
Feel by the splendor of the throne
The greatest joyfully
To be the favourite of the people!
Hail to thee, emperor!

We interrupt this shocking broadcast to bring you the words of our protectors, live, from the former offices of the Bundestag.

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With cordial respect to the recipient, from the office of the VonClaussen estate, Planet Hamburg.

Sent on behalf, and dictated by, his excellency, Herr VonClaussen of the Sternenseegarten, Östlichedornberge, Planet Hamburg, hand of the emperor, and speaker for the elected federal diet.

Reviewed by the pressers and communications team of the #CrownAndLinden campaign.

Communications do not constitute policy declarations unless stated by Linus VonClaussen or a representative of the VonClaussen policy team.

The Von Claussen's provide signed permission for messages released in these transmissions to be quoted in external media, including press broadcasts. Communications vetted by the Imperial Commission.

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Addressed to: Our beloved citizens. Constituents of the Ascendent Empire of Rheinland. Concerned families, brothers, sisters, sons and daughter of our noble nation.
Subject: The actions of desperate men.


The man on the screen is no-one else but the former shadow chancellor of the Imperial Party, Linus Velten Tyres Augusta, Von-Claussen. Despite his parentage, his tastes in dress and the trappings of wealth, Claussen had always presented himself as a man of the people. He believed himself compelled to do so - a familial obligation to public service, that occupied a position in the man's mind between guilt, a sense of judiciousness, auspiciousness, and rage. Rage at a system that had made men like him. Instances of causes intermeshing with historical need, that had crafted moments like this one, to be capitalised upon. Moments built upon the backs of the common men, no more or less worthy than himself, or Enfield, or anyone in Sirius, that happened to be afforded the opportunity to move pieces on the chessboard.

Linus was wearing the trappings of the Imperial Lord High Constable that had gone unworn since it was first taken off, several hundred years ago. On his left, and his right, at all angles, were officers of the special response unit of the Rheinland police. Some were armed with nonregulation rifles - military gear, instead of their conventional equipment. Armour was worn, and uniforms frayed. In the distance, the sound of sirens whorls through the New Berlin night, as news shuttles and spacecraft fill the sky, contesting airspace with cordons of police and navy vessels. A crackle of gunfire sets the soldiers' nerves afray, jolting Linus slightly, before the "all clear" is shouted in rasping, grim tones of the servicemen around him.
A broadcast drone stabilises in front of the procession, as VonClaussen, walking up the steps of the Vacant bundestag, locks the camera in the eye.

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"My Fellow Rheinlanders."

"This atrocity is unspeakable. No justice can be done to the bravery of our first responders."

He clasps his hands behind his back, squeezing, squeezing life into the pressure points of his knuckles. He looks directly into the camera, the shock balling behind his eyes, before breaking into a cathartic ease.

"I must find the words."

"Oberstleutnant Franz Olkermann has been killed in the service of his people, in the attempted arrest of the most dangerous man in Rheinland space. The Insurrectionist, former head our dying Republic's national security arm, Geoffrey Enfield, ambushed and murdered officers of the courts sent to bring Enfield in, for public scrutiny and prosecution. Enfield had abandoned his oath of office. Oberst Olkermann, with a chain of command fractured by federal division, under the scrutiny of a fifth column that has imprisoned thousands for smaller acts of bravery, took a detachment of brave volunteers, navigating through the arcologies of our vigilant and tumultuous capital, and found the safe-house of a man who has bent the most fundamental of our nation's laws. A man who has evaded justice from even the rigours of our supreme courts. Not today. Today Enfield had to struggle for his crimes."

"The sacrifice of a few brave Rheinlanders who achieved what the Republic could not. They cornered the man responsible for so many of our modern divisions. A man whose desire for personal control, his belief that only he could conserve peace, a man who bent law and lives in service to the GMG before his responsibility of his own officers. "

A news editor would have cut back to the bodies. Emphasis, narrative. Claussen refused to do so. His voice cracks.

"The bodies of these brave servicemen. Given no dignity or privacy in their final demise, show you who Geoffrey Enfield truly is. A man who will kill anyone, for his own convictions. A man who will point a weapon at a news broadcaster - the very fifth estate that keeps men like him bound by their obligation to the truth. A man who turns fratricide into a speech. "

You can see the public servant's teeth. His knuckles are shaking around him, though he barely feels the touch of the New Berlin snowfall, blending with the ash.

"I do not believe Geoffrey Enfield will turn himself in. But if he does, he has every opportunity to sound out his views in a courtroom. A right that he did not grant Franz Olkermann, Noemi Spielberg, or Robin Eich."

"These brave acts of service, have been repeated all over our homeland. From the police pilotswho keep the terrorists away from the tradelanes and vital infrastructure of our homeland to the espatiers of the Altenburg fleet, who even now do battle with the corrupt and the unprincipled above the verdant fields of stuttgart. From the firefighters of the Atmospheric corps who douse the malfeasance of arsonists, to the baker who provides bread to their street, to the electricians repairing vital infrastructure so children may not listen to gunfire in the dark."

"And we will press through these atrocities sown by those who have abandoned us, and who have enslaved us, and who would chain us all to their oligarchy where Money has value over Lives, and over our Children, and our Children's Children, and who would condemn us to centuries of squalour and death under this Republic in name only!? We spit upon you, monsters, who would make personal assets to your power out of us all, who would trade us like currency in the dark, who would sell us to foreign masters, and make us thank you for your evil!? We cast you down! We choose strong and incorruptible leadership! We choose to return to the traditions of our past! You will not break who we are! You will not unmake us! You will not make us forget ourselves! You will not break our fellowship to one another! You will not destroy our nation, you will not destroy our families, you will not rule us from the darkness of your hideouts and your conspiracies in the piteous darkness of space, where you think you are insulated from the true human catastrophe you have wrought?!"

"You are a great dragon, growing fat on the lives of the poorest citizen, to men like the brave patriots around me. But, dragon. Know we are Siegfried. Know that we will plunge our spear into your heart and create a world without you, Enfield."

"We will build beyond you, and all the mayhem you would make."

"Long live Oberst Franz Olkermann. For they live as long as our nation lives. Long live Rheinland. Long live you all, listening to this transmission in your homes. Long live Kaiser Franz Albrect. Long live hope. For even as our hearts break, so does the dawn."

"There Will be a future! And as I stand on the steps of the place of so much corruption, and malice, and historical scorn, I pronounce this site once more, the Royal Chancellory of the Empire, and a sacred place of Service to our people! A place of justice. A place of order. A place of sacrifice."

"We can only hope to be half as righteous as mister Olkermann. But it does not mean that we should not try. And, in this, Mister Enfield - you have lost. You underestimate us all."

With civillity and respect, I remain a Servant of his Imperial Majesty, Kaiser Albrecht, and the Imperial Order;