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>>6242569
August 9th, 199X
10:30 am Moscow Time
Valgrod, Sovereign Social Republic of Oskovia
"...Jamethorpe from the BBC reporting live from the Oskovian, or perhaps we should be saying Imperial capital of Valgrod with the coronation of Prince Nicholas Romanov to Tzar of Oskovia. This is a momentous occasion, with visiting royalty from across the world having arrived earlier this week to attend, including our own Queen Elizabeth and Diana, Princess of Wales."
As the reporter trails on, the crowd of thousands hearing as the Oskovian national choir begins to sing "God save the Tzar" as the Prince takes to the stage; flanked by Count Obnizov with the two seemingly having good conversation by their expressions. The mood is utterly elated, with a number of flags being waved from the Oskovian CCP's to that of Romanov era Russia. Ultimately, the coronation proper begins with the playing of the nation's provisional anthem; an instrumental rendition of the March of the Siberian Rifleman, having been chosen for its significance to both the Communists and Nationalists/Monarchists which made up the government.
The crown is lowered upon the Prince's brow, and Prince he is no longer. Tzar of the Oskovians, the Romanov dynasty so cruelly cut down, restored to their rule over Russian lands; if only technically. Cheers erupt from the crowd, but there is a commotion as well.
Officer Korovela had mixed feelings about being assigned to guard duty, but now that she was finished in the ladies' room she was feeling much better. It sounded like the Prince was about to be crowned, and she was hurrying along back to her post when she saw a man beginning to move towards the front of the crowd. Pistol in hand. Before she knew it her boot was sailing towards the back of the man's legs, her own service PM in hand and pointed towards the back of the man's head.
The commotion was somewhat noticed, though as it radiated through the crowd the lack of any loud and obvious threat kept things out of the international public's eye. But the Tzar saw. Nicholas was seated right in the line of sight to see a man get kicked down by one of the MVDO officers. Dear God, was that an assassin? The light sweat which formed at the thought went unnoticed as the rest of the coronation went unspoiled; from swearing his oath to lead and defend the people and nation of Oskovia to his "granting" (really reaffirming) of the Count's title back to him. All in all, things had gone quite well.
>>6242569
August 9th, 199X
10:30 am Moscow Time
Valgrod, Sovereign Social Republic of Oskovia
"...Jamethorpe from the BBC reporting live from the Oskovian, or perhaps we should be saying Imperial capital of Valgrod with the coronation of Prince Nicholas Romanov to Tzar of Oskovia. This is a momentous occasion, with visiting royalty from across the world having arrived earlier this week to attend, including our own Queen Elizabeth and Diana, Princess of Wales."
As the reporter trails on, the crowd of thousands hearing as the Oskovian national choir begins to sing "God save the Tzar" as the Prince takes to the stage; flanked by Count Obnizov with the two seemingly having good conversation by their expressions. The mood is utterly elated, with a number of flags being waved from the Oskovian CCP's to that of Romanov era Russia. Ultimately, the coronation proper begins with the playing of the nation's provisional anthem; an instrumental rendition of the March of the Siberian Rifleman, having been chosen for its significance to both the Communists and Nationalists/Monarchists which made up the government.
The crown is lowered upon the Prince's brow, and Prince he is no longer. Tzar of the Oskovians, the Romanov dynasty so cruelly cut down, restored to their rule over Russian lands; if only technically. Cheers erupt from the crowd, but there is a commotion as well.
Officer Korovela had mixed feelings about being assigned to guard duty, but now that she was finished in the ladies' room she was feeling much better. It sounded like the Prince was about to be crowned, and she was hurrying along back to her post when she saw a man beginning to move towards the front of the crowd. Pistol in hand. Before she knew it her boot was sailing towards the back of the man's legs, her own service PM in hand and pointed towards the back of the man's head.
The commotion was somewhat noticed, though as it radiated through the crowd the lack of any loud and obvious threat kept things out of the international public's eye. But the Tzar saw. Nicholas was seated right in the line of sight to see a man get kicked down by one of the MVDO officers. Dear God, was that an assassin? The light sweat which formed at the thought went unnoticed as the rest of the coronation went unspoiled; from swearing his oath to lead and defend the people and nation of Oskovia to his "granting" (really reaffirming) of the Count's title back to him. All in all, things had gone quite well.
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