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The Emperors New Robes
« on: October 12, 2018, 09:51:02 PM »
Emperor Benson shifted uneasily in the Palace only 24 hours earlier he'd claimed the title of Lead Houngon on the Vodou faith, making himself effectively the head of all those who professed the religion across the globe. It had of course been done before and the faithful wished for order, for one person to unite them but it had to be the right person. So far he'd had no major voice speak out against him and with only some Brigadier of Bakkermaya speaking out against his speech it couldn't have gone much better. He just had one problem, how was he to create a Vodou Empire if his own nation wasn't even controlled by the faith. He'd thought long and hard on this and knew something had to change and he would use the upcoming conference of the Principalities to see it through.

As the leaders of the six principalities, his own included sat before him in his role as Emperor he watched as his wife entered the room to take the seat next to him. Empress Madeline stunk of marijuana, she'd been smoking it more and more since she'd got friendly with the most influential member of the Rastafarian faith in the Empire. Benson hated it, the smell, the way his wife wasn't the same woman he married and her spiritual adviser was now trying to get his claws into their children. Only last week he'd caught the adviser speaking with his 19 year old son, Marcus, and had seen him offering the young man the drug. He'd proudly watched the boy turn it down but knew the adviser was very persuasive.

As the Emperor began addressing his Princce's and Princesses he knew that at the opposite end of the Palace his former Naval buddies would be carrying out his dirty work. A Special Boat Unit (SBU) commando group had arrived at sunset and made their way into the Palace, primarily on the point of discussing the Emperors increased security, now while people began to unwind for the evening one of them picked the advisers bedroom lock made his way inside and with a silenced pistol emptied the pistols magazine into him. He then reached under the bed and planted the explosive device he'd brought with him. Three more members of the SBU did the same.

"So, that is my plan. My I see a show of hands as to those willing to support my position as the Head of Vodou faith. The Duke of Alua, the Emperors own province, immediately raised his hand showing support, followed immediately by the Princess of Amalie and the Prince of Castres. That hadn't been a surprise the majority of people living there were Vodouists and the two royals where close friends of the Emperor. The 21 year old Princess of Amalie was even someone Benson hoped he could persuade his son Marcus to get romantically involved with but that had fallen on deaf ears so far. The other three, the Prince of Alemba, his brother in law kept his hand down, he was a Rasta just like his sister the Empress. The Princes of Gustava and Roseu also kept their hands down. "That's your decision?" Benson asked and the hands remained in position. "Very well, then I have no choice other than to resign" their were puzzled looks as suddenly a small explosion rocked the Council room sending glass and shrapnel everywhere, Benson fell to the floor his face cut from glass and his ears ringing. Almost at the same time he heard the tell tale crack of gunfire and lay there until the SBU came and extracted him from the room and then the Palace.

He was whisked away the SBU taking him to the safety of the Palace bunker. The six man team and the Emperor were alone as one of the medics began tidying him up. "So how did it go?" Benson asked, his hearing not quiet right.

"Excellent Ben" Major Tomas Benedict replied, "Adviser is dead, the traitors dead, sadly your a  widow." the man said grimly at the end.

"Junkie bitch had to go." Benson said as he opened and closed his mouth as though trying to get his ears to work properly. "What are you going to tell the media?"

"We got hit by a group of Rastafarians unhappy that you are going to create a Vodou Empire, they set off bombs and indiscriminatly fired machine guns at the Palace, hit several people, sadly killed some. The group had been workers at the Palace, rather unfortunate as we've just shot your Palace cook and I rather liked his lamb. They were all Rastas and repelled by the SBU." Benedict explained, his men had rounded up several of the well known Rasta's in the Palace and executed them. "The weapons they had just happened to be very similar to those used by the Lodjains, maybe they were part of all that underhand nonsense the Lodjain military got into, you know supplying our terrorist groups and the like."

The group laughed, the first steps where in place.