When it started, all we wanted was a chance to live our lives. Now in darkness, taking anything we want and we will rise… We’ll rise…
The night of July 21st. It would be remembered as the most horrific night in recent history. King Louis and his wife ran away in the streets of Varennes as they heard the mechanized whirrs of the supposed guardians of the Naval trading ships: The Navirezes.
However, this Navirez was smaller than some of the others. Standing at roughly 16 feet, the Navirez easily scaled the buildings to stalk its prey. Marie tripped and fell as Louis ran to help her up, only for a red hand to point its metal, knife-like claw at Louis. Louis had a chance to see the Navirez. It was crimson red with a white faceplate depicting the face of a gargoyle and having large, bull-like horns. It wasn’t a Navirez at all… But a Ramirez. He recalled the stories of this Ramirez. Led by the leader of a known rebellious group: The Jacobins. His name: Jacques.
“
King Louis XVI, your reign of terror ends now!” Jacques spoke, voice echoed throughout the Ramirez. His metal claw stabbed through Louis’ shoulder.
“RUN! RUN!” Was all Louis said to his wife before he was hoisted up onto the rooftop. He saw a crowd of passing through villagers, who looked up in awe of the Ramirez.
“
People of France! I have captured the king, and have thus claimed checkmate over this war! We, the people, have won! Let the revolution begin with the death of our tyrant as I drive him fast to his tomb. THIS FROM JACQUES!” Louis only clued in Jacques’ intentions with him too late. He struggled, but the claw tossed him up in the air, loosening him and freeing him from its grasp. He hovered in the air for a bit before the metal claw had its palm out to him. A stream of fire seeped out of the claw as it burned Louis alive. His dying screams echoed throughout the small town of Varennes. It is met with mixed responses, both joyous and horrified.
This night would be remembered forever. To some, it was the end to a reign of terror. To others, it was the beginning of one.
This is a story of those who believed the latter, and their war to prevent it from destroying France.
Welcome to a world of bloody revolutionIt has been a week since that bloody night of July 21st and the city of Versailles has been quiet. Out of shock? Out of fear? Out of victorious feelings? Who’s to say now? Versailles has been quiet, save for a few dozen people. The Girondins weren’t happy with Jacques’ message to France, and neither were the nobles. They forged a secret alliance to take down the Jacobins.
As such, one of the conditions was that a squad of people capable of piloting Navirezes be put together by one of the nobles’ top generals: General Auguste Bittencourt. The team he had formed consisted of a son of a minor noble family, a dock worker, and even a slave trader. Each with their own custom Navirez. “
Good. Least I don’t have to conscript some myself.” General Auguste thought. He written to each of the three a letter telling them to meet him behind the palace to begin their first day as the salvation of France.