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Transmission Intercepted from a Popular Zenith News Network Broadcast

Camera activates, a tall man dressed in long white robes and carrying a wooden staff is standing in front of the camera. He has a grey-white beard. It was the Proconsul, Alexander Zarkar.

"My fellow Populist Zenithi. Moments ago, shock troops of the Warrior Caste's 2nd Order stormed several compounds within the northern reaches of our country. The 2nd Order was charged with hunting down the final remnants of the Pro Democratic Alliance, a terrorist organisation that wants to destroy the fabric of our society and the stability of our nation. We implore you to support all action against this cancer. All those found supporting the groups activities will be dealt with harshly but humanly. Good day to you all, may you prosper in your goals."

His voice was sympathetic, warming and compassionate.

More info on Popular Zenith for those interested....

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=128464

The Ineffable Empire applauds this anti-democratic action, and suggests to the Popular Zenith government that the best way to ensla...I mean look after a society is to prevent them from seeing their chains, i.e. slowly edit out all knowledge of democracy from the general populace's pysche, and limit their view of the world outside to only those nations who politically agree with you.

The Popular Zenith would like the international community to know that we are not opposed to the maximum possible freedom for our citizens. However, we believe that the average citizen should have a very limited say in government. We believe that only the best and brightest should lead. Democratic Freedom does not constitute happiness, rather it constitutes more worry and fear. The terrorists are being given the most humane treatment possible under our law.

Alexander Zarkar
Proconsul of All the Districts
The Technocratic Oligarchal Republic of the Popular Zenith

She awoke, her mind scattered and confused as the anaethetic wore off.

She tried to move, but her arms were unable to respond. Several restraints prevented her from rising from the bed.

She screamed in panic, her breathing accelerated rapidly.

She could see several people standing around her. They had various implements in hand, some surgical, others more crude in appearance.

A voice spoke from a loudspeaker. It was clear, precise and spoke with perfect enunciation.

"This interrogation is futile, she does not have the information we seek about the Democrats. Terminate her."

The surrounding people responded and she could feel a needle enter her left arm. She screamed in pain.

Darkness...