Resurgence DCMS
Luthien
Yori Kurita found her office to be pleasantly quiet for the day. A number of appointments would occupy her afternoon giving her time to catch up on some other projects. Her office was as traditional as could be imagined in Terra’s Japanese appearance. Of course, given so long since humanity spread to the stars, there were elements of every Oriental culture present. Each had something unique to add to her office.
Various blade weapons were in places of honor on the walls, some fine jewelry in a display case within her desk’s top, and ancient Terran pottery in a curio against another wall were some of the pieces adorning her office. Of course, the room’s carpet was the insignia for the Draconis Combine, the Dragon itself.
On the streets of Luthien below, the city was alive and strong. Her care of the Draconis Combine, especially now that they were past Toranaga’s failure in the Federated Suns, showed great promise for the future. Should the Federated Suns attempt to retaliate for the occupation of New Avalon or the Ghost Bears breach the border, they would be prepared. She was curious if her prior interactions with the now First Prince Julian Davion would prevent any potential flare ups of needless fighting.
Just then, bringing her out of her concentration, there was a knock at the door. Often, it was just her Secretary bringing in some new reports.
“Enter,” she called calmly but, with authority.
A quiet ‘thud’ could be heard against the large door, giving her pause and a curious look on her face. She listened intently, sliding back from her desk somewhat, placing her hand on her katana.
About to bring up a video monitor for the room beyond her doors, she paused as the door opened. She could see a single shoe laying sideways on the ground, instantly sending shivers up her spine as her adrenaline kicked in. Suddenly a barrel of a firearm came around the edge of the fully closed door, a figure behind it, then, “BANG”.
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Loud voices brought Yori back from unconsciousness. Out in the lobby she could hear the heavy footsteps of Battle Armor troopers and they were yelling “Clear!” Finally they burst into her office, rushing to her as she lay on the ground. Clearing the way, two medics rolled her over, breathing sighs of relief to find her alive.
They were shocked to see what had happened. Her reflexes and katana saved her life. She was able to draw the blade to her face before the assailant pulled the trigger, the round hit her blade, shattering it but, deflecting it so it caught her on the edge of her forehead. A significant chunk of flesh was missing, about 3 inches long, the bone of her skull visible. She was bleeding from the open wound but more importantly, alive.
“How long have I been out for?”
“Coordinator, it has been mere minutes.” A medic replied while wrapping her head, blood was running down her face and soaking her clothing.
She could see out her window that there was heavy air traffic around the building. She figured there were multiple Battlemechs, Combat Vehicles, and security checkpoints being established. There was not supposed to be a chance of an assassination attempt even remotely close to this being able to happen.
“Do we know anything about these assailants??” she asked with urgency.
“Ma’am, two helicopters are moving fast due East, there is an entire company in pursuit, we will bring them for your justice.” replied one of the troopers standing guard over her.
A sudden shake and flash outside grabbed their attention. Pushing the medics aside, Coordinator Kurita stood and went to the window, a glass far too thick for any projectile weapon to penetrate. However, what she saw horrified her.
A cloud in the shape of a mushroom rose in the distance, and a couple moments later, the power went out. Two more explosions went off across the city. Suddenly the drains in her private bathroom exploded, sending geysers of water into the ceiling, a trooper ran over to close the door.
“They are hitting the utilities…” she muttered under her breath. “Who are they!?” she shouted in a rage. “Black Dragons? Nova Cats?” she asked herself.
“Ma’am.” A Battle Armor trooper got her attention. He brought up his wrist mounted holopanel and showed her an image of the front of the building. Over the flanking Dragons was a sword, appearing to pierce each creature. “This appears to be the Word of Blake; Gunji-no-Kanrei has already brought the DCMS up to full alert and sent the word across the nation, ma’am.”
She nodded, deep in thought. Looking out the window again, seeing the clouds of the low yield warheads, both fear of the hellish past and resolve to survive it filled her. Still recovering from the wounds suffered from the Dragon’s Tongue, the beast stirs to fight the pestilence returning from the dead.
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The very same day as the attacks on the Imperial City the Word of Blake began its attack on the Draconis Combine. A number of dirty bombs crippled major Luthien infrastructure, globally, to distract and hinder the response to the invasion. As a spear, the Blakist flotilla struck directly at New Samarkand as well. With multiple factories and the HQ of the ISF, it was a prime target to strike. A nuclear warhead was fired directly at the ISF HQ without warning or hesitation.