The consistent rumble of tank movement filled the air of Bern, as the largest Swiss military mobilization in memory moved toward the Bundeshaus. The soldiers on either side silently marched with rifles by their sides. A small mass of citizens walked quietly behind the formation, a few raising signs. One sign read, “Down with the traitors! Down with the council! Long live Jacques!”
Jacques Laflare, president of the Swiss Council, sat on the front tank of the movement. Reaching the steps of the Bundeshaus, the formation stopped their engines and the soldiers lined up on either side.
Jacques spoke into a megaphone as a crowd began to gather around the formation. “Captains, seize the nation-traitors.”
Seven men stepped forward and entered the building, coming out soon after holding the other members of the council by the arms.
“You lot have betrayed the potential of this great nation. Immigrants pour into our borders while expansionist regimes knock on our doorstep. You have cut military spending at a time where it is most important. Worst of all, you have betrayed our national languages, instead promoting the tongue of the dirty fascists! The people do not want a council in bed with Germany, councilors.”
At this point, Jacques begins to shout orders in Romansh.
“Line them up! Federal Square shall be their grave!”
The men holding the councilors pulled them to the side of the stairs leading into the building, and placed them in a line facing the wall.
“Any last words councilors?”
One spoke, “Jacques, please stop this! We only worked in the national interest! All we -”
The man was shot in the back of the head mid-sentence. Jacques broke out in laughter, as did several men behind him.
“Ha, Holy shit! Lets get this show on the road shall we?”
The crowd behind the military formation cheered as the soldiers gathered the remaining councilors and led them to the telephone poles around the federal square.
As one looked up the telephone pole, he screamed and hit the soldier behind him with an elbow. As quickly as this happened, three soldiers surrounded the councilor and began to beat him with their rifles.
“Enough, men! We want them alive, remember?”
The men backed off and lifted their fellow soldier up and helped him away. Another took his place, taking a rope and tying it around the councilor’s chest before hoisting him up as the other men did the same with the other councilors. Soon enough, each councilor was hanging by their chest along the telephone poles.
“What do you say boys? Should we give them a few days to think about their actions? Or perhaps a few weeks?”
A crack of laughter rang through the men once again, before gunshots rang out toward Jacques’ military formation. Jacques and several men ran into the federal building as the military formation turned to face the source of the gunshots, a loyalist military formation, presumably the result of a request for backup by one of the councilors.
Another formation bearing the star of Jacques began to roll through the town as a storm of gunshots began, and soldiers led the civilians away from the fighting.