In the halls of Luthien, the capital of the Draconis Combine, Ranold Kurita, son of Theodore Kurita, plans his families withdrawal from Luthien. For days now a military revolt led by Marshall Quinlan has been steadly marching toward the capital city. This new army has been calling itself The Order of the Crimson Fist. Ranold, his advisers and personel bodyguards are busy doing last minute packing when an explosion opens the large Throne Room doors.The blast sends Ronald into his throne. In a flash of gunfire the Kuritan bodyguards fall to the ground. As the smoke clears three figures come threw the doors.

"How dare you invade my home Quinlan." Ranold yells to the on coming figures.
"Lar would you show the man what gives me the right to do as I please?" Quinlan says to one of the figures. With that Lar raises the barrel of his rifle and for a second everything is quite. Then with a devilish grin Lar pulls the trigger and the adviser next to Ranold is lifted out off the ground and falls to the back of the room, most of his head missing. "Do you wish to continue this conversation Duke. You still have two advisers left." grins Quinlan. Ranold steams "You pompus ass..." Quinlan puts his hand to his mic"shut him up will you Butcher." I will have your head for t...".interupted as Butcher plants his armoured fist in Ranolds mouth. Ranold steps up, spitting teeth out, and curses.In a daze Ranolds hears from Quinlan" You will be happy to hear that your family is safely on their way to exile." With that Quinlan, Butcher, and Lar turn to leave the throne room.Suddenly Quinlan turns around saying" By the way I have something for you." Tossing an object in the air. Ranold catches the object and as he wipes the blood from his eyes his face goes pale and shock comes over him.

"I hope he enjoys his suprise" Quinlan says as he gets in the cockpit of Warblade, his maddog. Looking over he sees that Butcher is in his Stormcrow and the hatch of Lar's Jenner is closing. Then a burst of flames comes from the top of the captial building. "Well I guess not" Butcher's voice comes over the radio. "I always liked your sense of humor Butcher." Lar says as he turns up the music coming for his mech. "Well men today is the first day of the fall of the Combine. Praise the heavens we have done the right thing."