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The Clock Strikes Midnight

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“When a Clock is to Hit its Final Ticks, It is Better to Let it Die.” 

M.R.A Leader Mikhael Schiewart, 1813 

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 The arrest of the leaders of the M.R.A. by the Imperial State Constabulary, c. 1813.

 

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During this midnight, the forces of the Ministry of Justice and its Constabulary have dismantled the Forward Operating Base of the M.R.A. in Oren, and have effectively arrested all its leaders in a Special Operation led by the Solicitor-General Charles Galbraith, the Inspector-General Elasar Illyd and the Chief Commissioner Arlo Cooper. 

 

After this occurrence, all the arrested members of the M.R.A were prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law and brought to Orenian justice by the Attorney-General Farooq Gray. A majority of the members of the M.R.A were banished, while the sect of leaders in the Orenian FOB were executed first thing this morning.  

 

The arrest of these specific Leaders, as well as the clearing of the M.R.A FOB located in Providence, have caused the M.R.A. to dismantle and disband. Amidst the confusion, many members of the M.R.A. still located inside Oren have escaped the nation to seek refuge in other countries.

 

After this major defeat, I, Mikhael Schiewart, with the administrative power I still hold, do hereby declare the M.R.A. defunct of all operations among Providence and subsequently of all Oren. Effective immediately, the M.R.A. does hereby officially surrender to the Imperial State Constabulary and the Ministry of Justice, and ends its violent conflict against the Holy Orenian Empire.

 

The Clock Strikes Midnight,

 

Hail the Nightmare, 

 

For the Dreams of Men of Mercatore,

 

For the Dreams of Tea Never Drunk,

 

God Save the Mercatorii, for No One Else Can. 

 

Signed,

Mikhael Schiewart.

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The Solicitor-General would smile as he heard the news "After almost a decade of terror the Ministry of Justice and its Constabulary have finally defeated this terrorist organization known as the M.R.A."

 

"Today is a day of celebration and joy. Let us celebrate together, as Orenians, the start of this new chapter of peace and safety in our Country."

 

"God save the Empire!"

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Anthony Basrid folded the paper over his desk and nodded "One less thing off my plate, perhaps I can get back to writing my papers one of these days..." He mused, though soon shuffled off as he received a few urgent letters. It seemed it wasn't quite time for a break yet.

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Josephine Augusta, the Director of Civil Affairs, looks forward to being able to park her carriage on the street without risk of it being bombed again. “They do good work at the MoJ,” she remarks.

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Valent upon hearing about the news smiles. "Justice is served!"

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Arlo Cooper would place the paper on his desk after reading with a blank expression as he said "Another organization down."

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"All we do is win win win no matter what" Garret states drinking some San Robertos Tequila imported from Cartagena in celebration 

 

 

 

 

 

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Luka Bishop now sat in his family's Haenseti manor hears the news, he looks to the door, a sad expression on his face as he pushes himself to his feet. He then steps outside, taking a seat on the porch as he watches the street throughout the day and into the night, stuck there with himself and his thoughts until he finally falls asleep in his chair, having shed no tears for the Mercatorii's fall.

 

 

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