The Blue Ribbon Rebellion
The Blue Ribbon Rebellion
As the sun rose on the faint silhouette of the imperial palace, the morning silence broke with a tremendous thunder. Daishi tightened the grip on his rifle, watching as the first plumes of smoke streamed out of the courtyard. A shiver ran down his spine as the cannons opened up once more, thundering as if Raijin had arrived to personally aid him and his comrades in unseating the child of Amaterasu from their throne.
By this time the personal guards of the emperor had surely been roused and groups of men in blue arm- and headbands now advanced on the palace, some falling over as flashes of light and smoke came from the windows of the palace. His own group was finally given the order to advance and Daishi rose to his feet, dashing for the breaches in the walls alongside his comrades. Miraculously no one in his unit fell victim to the fire from above, but it was not until after they had cleared the wall that the real fighting would begin.
Imperial guards met them in the courtyard with loaded rifles, killing many of the attackers in a first lighting volley that stopped the charge in its tracks. Daishi lowered his rifle and fired in a practiced motion like his comrades, revealing their army drilling to their opponents. Once the first volleys had been fired the fighting devolved even further as many rushed for whatever meagre cover they could find, the two groups rapidly trading blows of gunfire and whittling away at each other, the shattering stone showering those careless enough with deadly fragments. After what felt like hours but was mostly likely only a minute of fighting the guards lay dead, allowing the cadre to advance into the palace itself.
Gunfire still echoed across Tokyo and there was even still some fighting on the palace grounds, but someone had hoisted the black and blue bicolour out of one of the windows, signalling that the palace was taken. Daishi and his group set to rounding up all the retainers they could find, grouping them up inside the small courtyard in the middle of the palace and putting them under guard.
By now word would certainly have spread outside the city and so the revolutionaries set to fortifying their defences in the heart of the city, erecting large barricades and entrenched defences flying the republican black and blue in an echo of their European counterparts. Rumour said Hayao Akutō himself was convening a tribunal to judge the Emperor, something that could only mean one thing; Victory or Death.
Daishi stared at the horizon, wondering who Raijin would really favour in the coming storm.
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