It had been raining but that hadn't stopped the crowds from coming out, swelling so large that the local police had turned to the Army for aid in containing them. It was Mikhail Sudoslav's first deployment to the far flung frontiers of the Tsardom, a backwater called Markatz and as a newly commissioned officer of the Semenovsky Life-Guards Regiment, one of the oldest regiments within the Chernogovian army and the first Imperial Bodyguard regiment established to protect the Tsar. Mikhail would've much rather been fighting against the URCS pigs on the border, but his father a Boyar would never allow his son to go to the frontlines and thus he found himself here. It was supposed to have been a quiet post, but the increasing burden of taxes and the arrest of a local priest of the strange Markatz religion had caused long simmering tension to boil over.
Mikhail hadn't expected the sheer number of people whom continued to press forward, knocking away a thin line of policemen and breaking through makeshift barricades on their march towards the government house to demand the priests release. Except they would have to break through the hardened Imperial Guard to get there. The Colonel edged his way through the mass of troops atop his horse, his hard gaze sweeping through the masses before he spoke. That riding crop held in his gloved hands looking nearly as fierce as any sword.
'' This assembly is unlawful. Return to your homes immediately or you will be dispersed. '' Close to a thousand rifles were lowered to back up the Colonel's threat of 'dispersion'. Everything seemed to come to a standstill and it seemed as if the threat of violence would dissipate the masses, Mikhail could see the crowd slowly begin to creep back as the Guardsman advanced.
Then someone shouted '' DOWN WITH THE TSAR! ''. The cry of defiance came from somewhere in the front rank followed by a loud BANG, Sudoslav didn't even see the flash of the gunshot that blew a fist sized hole through the Colonel's chest and left him slumping over his horse.
'' FIRE! KILL THEM ALL! '' A voice he recognized as Corporal Razov spread through his section, the call was picked up. '' BELAY THAT! '' Sudoslav screamed but his voice was carried away by the first smattering of gushots from the front rank o Guardsman, the handful of shots turned to a roar as the rest of the regiment joined in during the confusion. Some officers ordering their men to stop, others ordering that they fire. Two volleys of fire sprung free from the rifles of the soldiers and by the time order had been restored and the command to cease fire had circulated through the ranks, it had been done. The street was choked with corpses and the wounded, the crowd had been 'put down' but Sudoslav knew even then the repercussions of the event. So much blood and there would be more to come.
Thirty Two Years Later
Field Marshal Mikhail Sudoslav awoke in a cold sweat, instinctively reaching for the cross that was around his neck. His heart was racing as he pushed himself from his soaked sheets and stumbled towards the bathroom, splashing his face with water before he stared at himself in the mirror.
No trace of the boy he had been at Markatz remained, his features were weathered now, hardened. Gray was now the predominant color of what remained of his close cropped hair where once it had been black as coal. Where once had been smooth soft skin was now replaced with scarred flesh. A bayonet wound extended down his left eye towards his cheek, leaving him both blind in one eye and disfigured. Those hadn't been his only wounds, he had more. Both visible and invisible from Markatz, Demuon, and against those URCS 'pigs' that he had despised and still did. '' Hah, at least not all things have to change. '' Sudoslav said with a bitter laugh.
A deep breath rattled from his lungs as he began to regain the composure. It had been the same dream that he had since a young man, but now in his old age it was becoming more frequent. Was he going insane or were the years just catching up to him? Those events had happened a long time ago, in a different Chernogov, and under a different Tsar. Thing's had changed now..and he had a duty. A scowl flitted over that marred visage before his deep voice belted through the room no doubt awakening his sleeping adjutant for the day's events. It was nearly dawn.
SUMMARY:
General Mikhail Sudoslav recalls the event that triggered the November Uprising in the province of Markatz.
Mikhail hadn't expected the sheer number of people whom continued to press forward, knocking away a thin line of policemen and breaking through makeshift barricades on their march towards the government house to demand the priests release. Except they would have to break through the hardened Imperial Guard to get there. The Colonel edged his way through the mass of troops atop his horse, his hard gaze sweeping through the masses before he spoke. That riding crop held in his gloved hands looking nearly as fierce as any sword.
'' This assembly is unlawful. Return to your homes immediately or you will be dispersed. '' Close to a thousand rifles were lowered to back up the Colonel's threat of 'dispersion'. Everything seemed to come to a standstill and it seemed as if the threat of violence would dissipate the masses, Mikhail could see the crowd slowly begin to creep back as the Guardsman advanced.
Then someone shouted '' DOWN WITH THE TSAR! ''. The cry of defiance came from somewhere in the front rank followed by a loud BANG, Sudoslav didn't even see the flash of the gunshot that blew a fist sized hole through the Colonel's chest and left him slumping over his horse.
'' FIRE! KILL THEM ALL! '' A voice he recognized as Corporal Razov spread through his section, the call was picked up. '' BELAY THAT! '' Sudoslav screamed but his voice was carried away by the first smattering of gushots from the front rank o Guardsman, the handful of shots turned to a roar as the rest of the regiment joined in during the confusion. Some officers ordering their men to stop, others ordering that they fire. Two volleys of fire sprung free from the rifles of the soldiers and by the time order had been restored and the command to cease fire had circulated through the ranks, it had been done. The street was choked with corpses and the wounded, the crowd had been 'put down' but Sudoslav knew even then the repercussions of the event. So much blood and there would be more to come.
Thirty Two Years Later
Field Marshal Mikhail Sudoslav awoke in a cold sweat, instinctively reaching for the cross that was around his neck. His heart was racing as he pushed himself from his soaked sheets and stumbled towards the bathroom, splashing his face with water before he stared at himself in the mirror.
No trace of the boy he had been at Markatz remained, his features were weathered now, hardened. Gray was now the predominant color of what remained of his close cropped hair where once it had been black as coal. Where once had been smooth soft skin was now replaced with scarred flesh. A bayonet wound extended down his left eye towards his cheek, leaving him both blind in one eye and disfigured. Those hadn't been his only wounds, he had more. Both visible and invisible from Markatz, Demuon, and against those URCS 'pigs' that he had despised and still did. '' Hah, at least not all things have to change. '' Sudoslav said with a bitter laugh.
A deep breath rattled from his lungs as he began to regain the composure. It had been the same dream that he had since a young man, but now in his old age it was becoming more frequent. Was he going insane or were the years just catching up to him? Those events had happened a long time ago, in a different Chernogov, and under a different Tsar. Thing's had changed now..and he had a duty. A scowl flitted over that marred visage before his deep voice belted through the room no doubt awakening his sleeping adjutant for the day's events. It was nearly dawn.
SUMMARY:
General Mikhail Sudoslav recalls the event that triggered the November Uprising in the province of Markatz.