Pillau, Bourgogne. Henri Lierre was watching the country he loved was falling apart, the western regions had seceded, riots were engulfing what was left of Bourgogne. Following the Grand Duke's death and the union with the Kingdom of Elben all the old divisions and conflicts that had for so long lain dormant were bursting to the surface. Something had to be done, if Bourgogne was to survive something had to be done, something radical, the government in Chagny had proven itself incapable of the decisive leadership needed to save the country. If they wouldn't act then he would. Bourgogne needed strong leadership, it needed to regain its lost glory, what it needed was a republic, a government of the Burgundian people for the Burgundian people. He had been Mayor of Pillau for some fifteen years, he knew his city and its surroundings like the back of his hands, he was confident that the people, well at least those who mattered would back him, and as for the rest well they could all go to hell. He'd been planning this for weeks now, ever since the Good Friday strike, as soon as he gave the word and declared the Republic men loyal to him would take to streets, hopefully more would join...otherwise well it was best not thinking about. Right enough contemplating time to get to it, he picked up the phone by his desk. " Hey Edouard assemble your men, its time". Once the call was made he pulled a bottle of Gunnish Whiskey from a drawer in his desk, a 20 year old single malt and made a toast. " Long live the Republic...and hell long live Henri Lierre too"