I come back from vacation to find treachery and betrayal around every corner. Tribhuvana better get this corrected shortly or his empire will be very shortlived as it crumbles from within. Excellant updates. 
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rcduggan said:
You find info about it here.
It is a finnish movie or at least it is directed and produced by Renny Harlin
And there is a finnish flag, like in all Renny Harlin films. If you have seen Die hard 2 there is a something finnish, cutthroat island and othere where is finnish flag or "Finlandia vodka" bottles. And good update
just so everyone knows, I am currently writing the next update. I just got sidetracked over the weekend. it will be up within the next few days.
Prinz Wilhelm said:GOOD GOOD GOOD!
Viva lá Update!
Will
I am about halfway done with the update (wasn't home a lot today), and I hope to have it up tonight or tomorrow.
CHAPTER NINE, PART FOUR
Cholon Badzar felt a growing sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. He crouched on the balcony, his body numb.
He pulled out a two-way radio from the bag he had carried. “This is Cholon,” he said. “Mohan, do you read me? Mohan, do you read me?”
A voice crackled raspily from the other end. “This is Mohan. I hear you. Go ahead.”
Cholon took a deep breath. “I have intercepted the mark.”
“And…”
“I hit someone. I’m almost completely sure it was Tribhuvana. He was definitely in the back seat, so it was him. It’s pretty dark know, but in the light I could tell it was Tribhuvana.”
Cholon heard an exclamation on Mohan’s end. “Sir?” he asked tentatively.
“Never mind. Sorry.” Mohan coughed. “Was there anybody else inside the car?”
Cholon nodded, then realized that Mohan couldn’t see him. “Yes, there was. There was a driver, and another man who I could not identify. He was sitting in the back with Tribhuvana.”
“Did you eliminate all of them?”
“No. I only had enough bullets to kill Tribhuvana. When I paused to reload, the car drove away. They went out of sight.”
Cholon heard a crackle that may have been a sigh. “That is unfortunate. Do you know which way they went?”
“I believe they are heading back towards the palace.”
“Excellent…” Mohan muttered. “See if you can follow them, Cholon.”
“I will, sir.”
“And at the same time, we’ll send… others… after the two survivors. They must not be allowed to return to the palace.”
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Mohan Rana twisted the cork out of the bottle of champagne. He then handed the bottle to a waiting servant, and sat down in the ornate chair at the head of the table.
Tribhuvana’s chair
Seated alongside either end of the table were Padma, Kiran, and Rudra Rana.
As the servants filled each man’s cup with the yellowish, bubbly champagne, Mohan spoke.
“I have gathered you here tonight to mourn the death of a great man. Until recently he was employed by the royalty of Nepal. Last night he was tragically killed.”
The servants, having finished pouring the liquor, promptly left the room. Mohan waited until the door shut behind them.
“Last night, he was tragically killed… in a car accident.”
Mohan smiled knowingly. “And so, now and forever we will mournfully remember this day… as the day Tribhuvana died.”
The room was momentarily silent.
Padma opened and closed his mouth speechlessly. “Are you—did you—”
“I did nothing.” Mohan shook his head. “If you will allow me to continue, I will explain. I just received shocking news. While Tribhuvana was en route to an urgent meeting with the German Ambassador, he was made a target of a rogue Nepali partisan unit. There was a sniper waiting in ambush for him. He was not expecting it.”
Mohan paused, more for dramatic effect than anything else. “Tribhuvana was killed by a bullet in the back of the head. His death was almost instant. But most assuredly not painless.” The man laughed cruelly.
The other three Rana’s had confused looks on their faces. Kiran stroked his beard. “So you are saying we had nothing to do with the ‘death’ of Tribhuvana.”
Mohan sighed. “No. The partisans acted alone.” he put particular emphasis on the last word. “They were non under the orders of any Rana.”
Mohan leaned forward, and spoke in a low, rapid whisper. “Now that Tribhuvana is dead, I will seize power. We must killed Keshar and Baber Rana. They are either loyal to him, or unwilling to join us. Then we will install a new government based in this palace. The Kathmandu Royalist Party will be the only governmental party allowed. So, once this meeting is adjourned, you must act like you know nothing of Tribhuvana’s death. I will give you the signal when the time has come for us to act. Until then, do nothing. You will know when the signal has been given.”
Mohan got to his feet. “Well, gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure talking with you. But now the hour is growing late, and I tire. I will retire to my chambers. You may do so as well.”
With a brisk nod, the man walked out of the room.
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Cholon Badzar approached the still, black car, his anticipation growing.
What will I find in there?
His imagination conjured up nightmarish images of Tribhuvana’s bloody, twisted, broken body. Cholon steeled himself for the worst.
Here goes nothing.
And everything.
Cholon grabbed the handle with a shaking hand, and turned it. The door slowly swung open, almost as if it was rusty.
The light from a nearby streetlamp illuminated the interior of the car. Cholon could see the dark shadow of a body lying in the back seat. But was it the king?
Cholon reached tentatively into the car. He was half expecting the body to reach up and grab him. All the childhood stories about vampires and other supernatural creatures came back to Cholon at once. He had to push himself to grasp the shoulder of the body.
“What the hell is this?” Cholon muttered to himself. His hand had just grasped something hard and bony. The shoulder. But it was covered with a semi-viscous, sticky substance. With a sick feeling in his stomach Cholon realized it must be blood.
But trying his best to ignore that, Cholon grabbed the body with both hands and pulled it into the light.
It took a few seconds for his mind to comprehend what he was seeing.
Cholon reeled back in shock. He let go of the body and stumbled backwards, almost falling onto the cold, hard stone street. But he regained his balance in time.
“Gods almighty, Mohan needs to know about this,” Cholon said aloud. He dashed back to where, a short distance away, he had left his sniper rifle (now reloaded) and two-way radio. He flipped the switch on, and spoke desperately into the device.
“Mohan! Mohan! This is Cholon.”
There was no answer, but Cholon continued anyway.
“The body in the car, it’s not Tribhuvana. Repeat, whoever I shot was not Tribhuvana. Presumably Tribhuvana is still alive, and heading back towards the palace as I speak. What should I do, sir? Please advise. Should I pursue Tribhuvana and stop him from reaching the palace. Mohan? Sir?”
Silence.
“Mohan, where the hell are you?” Cholon shouted.
Silence.
Cholon threw the radio to the ground in anger. It crashed and broke on the hard street.
Cholon let out a howl of pure, animalistic fury.
STELLA!!! STELLA!!!
Sorry, but the last bit about Cholon screaming "in animalistic fury" just made me think of A Streetcar Named Desire. Sorry.
But still a great update! Yay!!
Sorry, but the last bit about Cholon screaming "in animalistic fury" just made me think of A Streetcar Named Desire. Sorry.
But still a great update! Yay!!
I can imagine Cholon yelling like that! MOHAN!!! MOHAN!!! Anyways, great update, as usual.chefportnen said:
What's the main method of transportation in Nepal? Isn't it the yak, i believe? A Streetyak Named Desire.
YaY! Love your updates RCD!
Full of excitement, is Tribhuvana going to reveal the plot?
Will
Full of excitement, is Tribhuvana going to reveal the plot?
Will
:rofl: thanks.chefportnen said:
SeedSnatcher said:
yep, its yaks. definatley.chefportnen said:
thanks.Prinz Wilhelm said:YaY! Love your updates RCD!
Will
Geez, Tribhuvana will get a nasty surprise when he gets back at the palace
Keep does updates coming!
Keep does updates coming!
Emperor Ike said:
in a few days, probably.
Sophianumg@mer said:Geez, Tribhuvana will get a nasty surprise when he gets back at the palace
Keep does updates coming!
And the game is afoot. Great update RC. Gripping to the end. I think that is starting to become your hallmark.
I've not been able to read every update to this AAR since the thread is already 24 pages long. Though I have read a few updates and I must say that the AAR is very well written and ambitious, I wish I had the same stamina.
This last one was not technically a cliffhanger, but I nevertheless feel like I could kill you for not telling more of the story.
I think I better get used to that feeling...
Anyway, that was brilliant, as usual.
I think I better get used to that feeling...
Anyway, that was brilliant, as usual.
grayghost said:And the game is afoot. Great update RC. Gripping to the end. I think that is starting to become your hallmark.
yeah.
I made a handy table of contents at the beginng. it has every update.Razor said:
Le Ran said:This last one was not technically a cliffhanger, but I nevertheless feel like I could kill you for not telling more of the story.
I think I better get used to that feeling...
Anyway, that was brilliant, as usual.
thanks.
CHAPTER NINE, PART FIVE
“Street clear,” Gyel-tsen hissed. He waved his arm in a forward motion, and then began stealthily making his way. Tribhuvana followed close behind.
Gyel-tsen, using his experience as a professional solder, would inspect every doorway, alley, and any place else an assassin could hide. Only then would he allow Tribhuvana and himself to continue towards the palace.
They rounded a corner.
There was the sound of a footfall further down the street.
Gyel-tsen raised an arm, signaling Tribhuvana to halt. “You might want to have your gun out,” he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. “Could be trouble up ahead.”
As the two slowly traversed the street, Tribhuvana marveled at just how quiet it was at night. He had never realized it before, but in the pitch darkness of midnight, it truly felt like Kathmandu was asleep. Tribhuvana could almost feeling the slow, steady rhythm of Kathmandu breathing, sound asleep.
The breathing stopped.
Within a second, there was utter silence.
What the hell just happened? Tribhuvana thought to himself.
He could practically hear his heart beating. It echoed across the boulevard, painfully loud in the complete silence. Tribhuvana was sure that whoever –or whatever—was waiting down the street could hear his heart thumping anxiously.
Tribhuvana’s foot came down on the cobblestone.
Gyel-tsen turned instantly. “Quiet!” he mouthed.
For a moment Tribhuvana thought the bodyguard was talking about his heartbeat, but then realized Gyel-tsen meant his footsteps.
“You stay here,” Gyel-tsen muttered. “I’ll go on ahead.”
Tribhuvana nodded, then faded into the shadow of a nearby building. He watched as Gyel-tsen moved further down the street, pistol raised and ready.
Tribhuvana’s adrenaline began pumping. His sense of anticipation built. Something was going to happen.
A shadow loomed in the darkness.
A hand wrapped around Tribhuvana’s throat, closing his windpipe.
He tried to call out, to warn Gyel-tsen, but no sound would come out.
The bodyguard continued down the path, oblivious to what was happening behind him. He was a rookie in this kind of work. He did not yet know how to protect his client to the fullest extent.
Tribhuvana struggled, but to no avail.
His captor laughed gruffly. “You’re dead, Hindu dog. He can’t hear you.”
“Mphhh…. Mphhh…” Tribhuvana again tried to get Gyel-tsen’s attention. Again, he failed.
“Remember this, Hindu dog: you will see your bodyguard die. And you never forget the memory.”
Tribhuvana’s eyes widened. He struggled futilely against his captor, but the man was too strong, his grip too tight. Tribhuvana could not break free.
The man let go of Tribhuvana with on arm, while keeping the other wrapped around his neck. He pulled out a gun from a holster, and aimed it at Gyel-tsen.
This is my fault! Tribhuvana berated himself.
But when the captor had let go of Tribhuvana with one arm, he had also halved the strength of his grip on the king. There was a weak spot, and Tribhuvana aimed to exploit it.
Tribhuvana pushed out suddenly and with all his strength. Snarling savagely, he fell to the ground and rolled away from the man.
“Gyel-tsen!” Tribhuvana shouted. “Look out!”
His bodyguard turned around, a confused look on his face. He saw Tribhuvana, and the imposing figure with the gun, and instantly reacted.
But he was not fast enough.
There was a gunshot.
Gyel-tsen cried out in pain. He fell to the ground, his leg instantly soaked with blood.
The assailant smiled grimly, and aimed at Gyel-tsen’s head. There was no way he could miss. In his rush to escape, Tribhuvana had positioned himself to far away to be of any difference.
There was a gunshot.
The assailant swayed back and forth unsteadily.
Gyel-tsen climbed onto one knee. His spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes squinted in pain. “You are the one who will die. Not me."
There was a gunshot.
The assailant stumbled backwards and sprawled on the ground. Blood oozed from two wounds, one in his stomach, and the other in his forehead.
Tribhuvana got to his feet, sickened by the bloody corpse. He hurried over to Gyel-tsen. “Are you alright?”
Even through the pain, Gyel-tsen looked annoyed. “Of course I’m okay. Nothing to worry about. Just a gunshot wound in the leg. Now help me dress this wound, will you.”
“Sure. Now, just ease down. That’s it…” Tribhuvana said. Gyel-tsen sat down and stretched his wounded leg out on the ground. “Do you have a knife?”
Gyel-tsen nodded. “Yeah. It’s… right here.” With one hand he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small kukri. “The only one… I have.”
Tribhuvana took the knife and slit Gyel-tsen’s pant leg where the bullet had gone through. He thought for a moment.
“We need something to stop the bleeding…” Tribhuvana said as he took the kukri and tore off a strip of cloth from his rob.
“Yeah. I… don’t… think I can… walk…” Gyel-tsen muttered as Tribhuvana tied the cloth around the bullet wound.
“That’s okay. I can help you.” Tribhuvana crouched next to Gyel-tsen. “I wrapped some cloth around the wound. That should staunch the bleeding, at least until we get back to the palace. Now, I’ll support you. Put your hand up—yeah, then we’ll get up slowly. Easy, easy,” Tribhuvana said. With Gyel-tsen’s arm looped behind Tribhuvana’s neck for support, the two began slowly making their way towards the palace.
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After they had traveled down several streets, both Tribhuvana and Gyel-tsen knew that it was hopeless. They were moving too slowly. It would take them hours to get back to the palace. Hours to reach anywhere where Gyel-tsen could get medical attention.
Hours where other assassins could ambush them.
So Tribhuvana approached a house off a side street. He rapped on the door.
A light went on in side. Tribhuvana heard footsteps approaching the door. The bolt clicked, and the door swung open.
An almost ridiculously small woman was standing in the door. He had a look of utter confusion on his face. What was the king doing here, at this time of night?
“Listen to me,” Tribhuvana said quickly. “Me and my bodyguard need to come in. Now. It is of the utmost urgency, or I would not have bothered you.”
The woman bowed. “Of course, my king. Anything for you.”
She escorted the two inside, and locked the door.
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Cholon fumbled through Zianzi La’nal’s pockets. “Where’s his radio?” he muttered to himself.
But then he remembered Mohan’s instructions. “Only Cholon will be given a radio. This is for security reasons. That way, if any of you others are captured, there will be no way to trace the radio to its source.”
Cholon rose to his feet and swore under his breath.
I guess I’ll just have to find them myself.