The Capital; a corrupt cesspool of scum and villainy were the greedy rule and the masses suffer. At the top of this corruption was Prime Minister Honest. He freely manipulated the young emperor Makoto to carry out his will. Anyone who would have challenged him have grown silent, either out of fear or assassinated by Honest's various 'minions'.

Joker despised it, he despised this rotten government, and the greatest irony of all: he was apart of it. He was a politician, one of the bureaucrats that fed off the dying empire. It disgusted him, how these people only cared about their well being while the citizens they were sworn to serve lay dying in the streets due to starvation at best.

Joker inherited this position from his father, had he not giving his father his word on his death bed Joker would have left this life along time ago. He had seen the sparks of rebellion rise time and time again throughout the land, only to be snuffed out by the Empire's agents.

Child assassins, when Joker learned of this he almost openly declared his hatred with the government, but such a move would only bring his own execution. So he did what he had been doing all these years, he held his anger and remained silent.

He hated himself for being such a coward, sometimes Joker wish he did declare his disgust just to end this sad, awful joke. Perhaps he could have become a martyr. Joker was glad he didn't, for he meet an unlikely ally and fellow politician who shared his views on the Capitol.

"The current government is a rotten cancer slowly sucking the life out of this once glorious empire." He told Joker. "Perhaps together, we can make it grand once again."

What his benefaction suggested was treason, but with the current state of affairs within and around the Empire, such a plot could work without as much risk of discovery...Until it was too late of course.

With the sparks of rebellion forming into a powerful flame in the form of the Revolutionary Army gathering its strength in the south and the threat of Prince Numa Seika in the North, the Empire's attention was diverted between these exterior threats. They wouldn't be expecting a coup from within.

It was a risk well worth the end results if they were to succeed, and they WILL succeed, for Joker's ally had a few trump card under his sleeve:An Imperial Arm he kept hidden from the Prime Minister.

There were 48 of these mysterious and powerful Arms all with various appearances and abilities. Most are unaccountably for but the Empire has a dozen or so. Joker's spies also told him of a group of assassins linked to the Revolutionary Army operating in the Capital that is made up of Imperial Arms users.

This particular Arm's ability was on par with the dreaded Ensdeath's ice manipulating Imperial Arm, but for a different reason than one would 1st think: This Arm had the ability to manipulate one's memories and mind, replacing and rewriting them however the user choices.

With the help of the Imperial Arm, Joker and his ally have gradually amassed a secret army of their own, ready to fight and die on their command.

Inspired by the group of assassins known as Night Raid, -the latter of which was becoming a concern to the corrupt government and other greedy scum within the Capital- Joker suggested they form their own cover unit.

Thus Clockwork was born; a group of 5 including Joker himself which carries out espionage, sabotage, and eliminates other threats to the planed coup d'etat.

These men and woman fight for the reformation of a dying empire and, like many others, would die if needed to change the current corruption within the Capital.

On one of the various rooftops overlooking the Capital's military district, 5 figures covered by the pitch black night stood overlooking a large square. The square was filled with warehouses containing various munitions for the Army and several Imperials patrolling the grounds.

"Is everything set D?" A man with long black hair and brown eyes who wore an outfit perfectly suiting for a nobleman asked.

The man he referred to as D was crouched in front of him. The latter had short blue hair, a scar across his nose, dark blue eyes and wore a skin tight shirt that framed his biceps, a red helmet similar to what the Imperials wore, green baggy pants with various pockets, short black boots and two generator looking gadgets on the back each of his shoulders.

D looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Aye, all set and ready to go J."

A shorter, teenage looking man with short gray-blond hair and yellow "snake eyes" and wore black pants that became puffy just before they reached his feet, white bandages that were wrapped around his lower legs and arms, black slip-on shoes, and a thin, green, unzipped hoody that showed his chest crossed his arms. Two twin swords were holstered on each of his sides.

"Finally, our enemies shall know of our existence." He said.

The 4th man, the tallest one of the 5, chuckled. "And here I though you liked all this sneaking around S?"

The tall man had dark spiky hair, black eyes, a small scar on his chin, and wore dark blue pants, sandals with flame portrayed on them, and a large coat he kept unzippered with these fluffy feathers spread around the top of the coat.

"Even I get tired of staying in the shadows P." S replied. "A change of pace every now and then is all I ask."

The 5th member of the group -A brown-skinned man from the western tribe with light gray hair, gray eyes and multicolored war paint on his face, arms and chest and wore nothing more that a straw made skirt and several small bands around his right arm and left leg and held a wooden spear in his left hand- Grunted in agreement.

"Today marks the beginning of my revenge for the decimation of my tribe." He said emotionlessly. "Let us wait no longer."

J smirked. "You heard R, D. Do what you love best."

D smiled, showing his teeth. He pulled out a small detonator from one of his many pockets. "With pleasure!" D said as he pressed the button.

Suddenly, warehouse after warehouse exploded in a huge ball of fire. Panicking, the Imperials ran back and forth trying to figure out what was going on while trying NOT to get caught up in the blasts. After most of the warehouses were blown to pieces and other set on fire, secondary explosions rocked the square shooting out various colors high up in the sky.

The colors began to take shape over the red lit night. They showed a picture of a large clock tower with various decorations spread around it as if they were the frame of some art piece.

Above the tower word took shape: CLOCKWORK

"You've outdone yourself." J said.

D rubbed his thumb over his nose. "That's nothing. You should see when I'm truly inspired."

J pulled out something from his left side pocket; it was a strange metal glove with a purple jewel in the center of its backside. J put the glove on over his right hand.

"Now its my turn." As he said this, the jewel fastened on his glove began to glow, what looked like an eye appeared inside the purple jewel and quickly opened soon after it formed.

'Obey my command.'

These words echoed in the minds of several Imperials located in the burning square below. These men were already marked by J prior to this operation.

'Strike at those who serve the corrupt government of the Capital. Spare no one!'

At the voice's commanded, those Imperials whose minds were affected drew their weapons and yelled in bloody raged. They rushed to the nearest Imperial not marked and violently attacked them.

The members of Clockwork could hear the screams and shouts from there:

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Death to the Capital!"

"Arrgaaa!"

"Why are you doing this?! Aren't we friends?!"

"I have no friends who serve the corrupt."

"Someone get reinforcements!"

"Die traitors!"

"Someone! Anyone! Help me!"

"To the restoration of our glorious Empire! Show no quarter!"

The rising flames illuminated the square, showing the ongoing battle between those who were but a moment ago allies.

"Now isn't that a wonderful sight." P said with a smile. "You gotta love that Imperial Arm of yours J."

J moved the glove in front of his face. "The power to twist one's memories and enslave one's mind. A truly powerful weapon in our struggle against the Capital. The Conqueror's Hand; a fitting name for such an Imperial Arm."

J lowered his hand and turned around. "We're done here. Time to withdraw." The other 4 followed him without delay, leaving the square in its state of disarray.

Hello all! Dark here, showing off one of my various story ideas. I've been following Akame ga Kill (or Kiru) since the anime came out a month ago, and I've seen the potential 'sandbox' that this anime can be. So I though up this story idea of two politicians within the Capital planning a coup while everything else is going on in the main story.

This entry is nothing more than a "sampling"(which I extended for better detail of characters and such.) Seeing if anyone would wish to see this story take form. Comment ur opinions on a Review and perhaps you'll get your wish.