OOC- Takes place post Polo Tournament
Queen Klara wasn't the most familiar with the military but she did know how to read a review and the one that had been presented to the Conclave was damning. At best it made her people look incompetent, at worst like made them look corrupt and incompetent. She'd promised that there would be something done and that had to start soon, as they say a fish rots from the head and so there had been little choice other than to decapitate each of the armed forces, not however literally, at least not yet.
The Queen had issued warrants for the arrest of each of them and had dispatched members of her own security detail to oversee the arrests. She knew that there was a good likelihood these commanders were friends with other leading members of the nobility and those had influence in the courts, the police force and well beyond. The first of the three to receive a visit was Air Commodore Yuri Lagunov, he was a Baron himself and had been in the Air Force since the age of 17 after he had persuaded his father to buy him a commission as a Pilot Officer almost 60 years earlier. He'd a record which on paper looked superb, but as events of the last 48 hours had shown a great deal about the paper Air-Force was wrong. He'd been traced to his family home in Leublin and looked almost like he was about to burst into tears when the Police arrived. As Stoya Luzhnhy, the Queen's representative on the arrest had guessed the man offered bribes, money, cars, anything your heart could imagine to not arrest him and let him leave the country. Stoya wondered whether if she wasn't here anyone would have taken the offer but she felt satisfied with the first visit of the day after the handcuffs had snapped shut.
Next they were off to the coastal village of Brahel where Admiral of the Fleet Rafail Vasilev resided and where local assets had already confirmed he was there. As the team approached he appeared on the steps of his luxurious whitewashed home a pistol pointing to his own head. "I demand to be given passage to the Isle of Alucard Minor" he said firmly, this demand seemed strange and one Stoya would make a note of looking into once this was all done. The Police began backing away unsure what to do, Vasilev had been at one point part of the Conclave and was a well liked Patrician among Lodjain society. He walked towards his car and Stoya was one of the few who didn't back away. "I warn you, back away or I shall shoot myself." He yelled at her.
"Feel free" Stoya didn't even look for cover and simply rested her hand on the pistol strapped to her hip. "Saves us a job" she shrugged as she continued walking forward. The Admirals hand quivered as she strode towards him as he repeated his threat to suicide himself. Stoya got close enough that she could reach out and grab the pistol as the man sunk to his knees in tears. "Get him out of here" she removed the magazine, which was empty anyway, and tossed both weapon and magazine onto the grass.
Finally they came to Field Marshall Givi Sokolov's home, unlike the others he had seemingly vanished into thin air, his home however did have a few boxes of supplies in the basement, crates of weapons, ammunition, even a Ground Strike style desert buggy stashed in his triple garage. It was clear Sokolov was as guilty of the Armies corruption as could be. Several thousand miles away he smiled as he saw reports of his two former friends being arrested. He was enjoying the sunny weather of Mountjoy with his friend Albanus Ares and his family, he'd amassed enough money to live comfortably but he still had a few tricks up his sleeve.
