Dyelli Beybi
28-09-2004, 13:23
From: The Tzarist Liberators of Fiord Harbour
To: All Right thinking Governments
Subject: Aid
Nations of the world, unite. The evil Communist Regime in Cyro is falling, and the supporters of the rightful ruler of Dyelli Beybi, Tzar George VIII have seized the vital port of Fiord Harbour, seeing off the Communist opressors. Under the wise rule of the Tzar, Dyelli Beybi was a peaceful and prosperous Nation. Now it is hell bent on war and spreading the twin evils of Socialism and Communism to the entire world. But with your help we can stop it in it's tracks.
If we are to succeed and overthrow the Communist regime we will need weapons and soldiers. We cannot hope to oppose tanks and helicopters with what small collection of grenades and rifles we have aquired. With your help, the world can be rid of the evil of Communism once and for all.
Long Live the Tzar!
Lord Luke White, Duke of St. Guineford's and Marshall of the Tzar's armies.
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Benjia house was home to Dyelli Beybi's secret police, the Cheka. They were tied to the Communist/Socialist regime that had ruled in Dyelli Beybi for over 5 years now. They had seen the first unrigged elections in Dyelli Beybi's long history - naturally no 'counter-revolutionary' parties were permitted to run for office. Now there was genuine alarm in Benjia House. There had not been this kind of alarm during any of the threats of invasion.
"Why hadn't we noticed it?" one Commisaar bawled at his subordinates, "It must have been planned for a years."
The only man who seemed unphased by it all was Felix Dzerzhinsky, the head of the organisation. He smiled vaguely at the computer screen he was facing, "Well personally I believe this might be for the best."
A voice returned from speakers set into his voice. It was a crisp masculine voice. The voice of 'Borris' as the Computer had chosen to call itself, "It is somewhat concerning though, that we failed to notice this rebellion until it was too late."
"Please." Felix gave a soft laugh, "Your logic is supposed to be infallible. I know what you mean. There has been a worrying lack of Intelligence, but this will play to our advantage. For a start we now know where the missing heir is, and when we put an end to it, he will join his brother and father in the bowels of hell."
"Shall I order troops to support?"
"No." Felix shook his head, "Squeegleton is nearly as strongly fortified as Bath, and it has nearly a whole Division inside it. We'll keep it supplied by sea, and keep it supplied by Sea. First we will use this opportunity to draw our enemies overseas out of hiding, and besides the Tzarists have already miscalculated..."
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Lord White had miscalculated. There had been three rebellions that had gone off simultaneously. Two in the island cities of Fiord Harbour and Squeegleton, and the third in Christchurch, one of Dyelli Beybi's Southern Ports. The rebellions in Squeegleton and Christchurch had been ruthlessly crushed by police and military forces, neither lasting more than a few hours, but in Fiord Harbour they had succeeded in more or less seizing control of the town. The garisson Commander here had been fat old and incompetent, he had been unable to respond to the rebellion.
"My Lord White." one of the Officers bowed to his leader.
"What is it?" White demanded, turning from the window of his new 'office'.
"What of the prisoners my Lord?"
White stared at him blankly for a moment, "Shoot them then nail their bodies to posts outside of town." he explained as if to a two year old.
The Officer bowed again, "One last thing." White spoke again, "I hear not all the Cheka are accounted for."
"No Sir, some of them..."
"Find them." White growled, "And kill them."
The officer bowed again and departed. This time White did not stop him. His 'office' overlooked the harbour and dockland area. A few dead scattered the area. The men they had been fighting here were D.B.P.A (Dyelli Beybian Provincial Army), East Benjian troops to be precise, traitors to their rightful Tzar, men who had chosen Communism and the likes of Eamon Collins over their rightful ruler. Soon though the D.B.P.A. would Marshall to destroy him and the Tzar he had set up, Tzar George VIII. He had scarecelly 5,000 men under his Command and no vehicles besides civilian ones.
He did have one advantage though... he had a Senior Insider in the Cheka that should slow things down a little. He had also recieved reliable information that the old snake, Dzerzhinsky would probably wait to see what other Nations would come to the Tzarist cause before reacting, he wanted to flush the Socialist regime's enemies out of the woodwork.
White could only hope this gamble by Dzerzhinsky would prove a deadly one. This was White's final throw of the dice, and if this didn't come up with a good result, he was dead, as was the cretin of a Tzar he had installed.
To: All Right thinking Governments
Subject: Aid
Nations of the world, unite. The evil Communist Regime in Cyro is falling, and the supporters of the rightful ruler of Dyelli Beybi, Tzar George VIII have seized the vital port of Fiord Harbour, seeing off the Communist opressors. Under the wise rule of the Tzar, Dyelli Beybi was a peaceful and prosperous Nation. Now it is hell bent on war and spreading the twin evils of Socialism and Communism to the entire world. But with your help we can stop it in it's tracks.
If we are to succeed and overthrow the Communist regime we will need weapons and soldiers. We cannot hope to oppose tanks and helicopters with what small collection of grenades and rifles we have aquired. With your help, the world can be rid of the evil of Communism once and for all.
Long Live the Tzar!
Lord Luke White, Duke of St. Guineford's and Marshall of the Tzar's armies.
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Benjia house was home to Dyelli Beybi's secret police, the Cheka. They were tied to the Communist/Socialist regime that had ruled in Dyelli Beybi for over 5 years now. They had seen the first unrigged elections in Dyelli Beybi's long history - naturally no 'counter-revolutionary' parties were permitted to run for office. Now there was genuine alarm in Benjia House. There had not been this kind of alarm during any of the threats of invasion.
"Why hadn't we noticed it?" one Commisaar bawled at his subordinates, "It must have been planned for a years."
The only man who seemed unphased by it all was Felix Dzerzhinsky, the head of the organisation. He smiled vaguely at the computer screen he was facing, "Well personally I believe this might be for the best."
A voice returned from speakers set into his voice. It was a crisp masculine voice. The voice of 'Borris' as the Computer had chosen to call itself, "It is somewhat concerning though, that we failed to notice this rebellion until it was too late."
"Please." Felix gave a soft laugh, "Your logic is supposed to be infallible. I know what you mean. There has been a worrying lack of Intelligence, but this will play to our advantage. For a start we now know where the missing heir is, and when we put an end to it, he will join his brother and father in the bowels of hell."
"Shall I order troops to support?"
"No." Felix shook his head, "Squeegleton is nearly as strongly fortified as Bath, and it has nearly a whole Division inside it. We'll keep it supplied by sea, and keep it supplied by Sea. First we will use this opportunity to draw our enemies overseas out of hiding, and besides the Tzarists have already miscalculated..."
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Lord White had miscalculated. There had been three rebellions that had gone off simultaneously. Two in the island cities of Fiord Harbour and Squeegleton, and the third in Christchurch, one of Dyelli Beybi's Southern Ports. The rebellions in Squeegleton and Christchurch had been ruthlessly crushed by police and military forces, neither lasting more than a few hours, but in Fiord Harbour they had succeeded in more or less seizing control of the town. The garisson Commander here had been fat old and incompetent, he had been unable to respond to the rebellion.
"My Lord White." one of the Officers bowed to his leader.
"What is it?" White demanded, turning from the window of his new 'office'.
"What of the prisoners my Lord?"
White stared at him blankly for a moment, "Shoot them then nail their bodies to posts outside of town." he explained as if to a two year old.
The Officer bowed again, "One last thing." White spoke again, "I hear not all the Cheka are accounted for."
"No Sir, some of them..."
"Find them." White growled, "And kill them."
The officer bowed again and departed. This time White did not stop him. His 'office' overlooked the harbour and dockland area. A few dead scattered the area. The men they had been fighting here were D.B.P.A (Dyelli Beybian Provincial Army), East Benjian troops to be precise, traitors to their rightful Tzar, men who had chosen Communism and the likes of Eamon Collins over their rightful ruler. Soon though the D.B.P.A. would Marshall to destroy him and the Tzar he had set up, Tzar George VIII. He had scarecelly 5,000 men under his Command and no vehicles besides civilian ones.
He did have one advantage though... he had a Senior Insider in the Cheka that should slow things down a little. He had also recieved reliable information that the old snake, Dzerzhinsky would probably wait to see what other Nations would come to the Tzarist cause before reacting, he wanted to flush the Socialist regime's enemies out of the woodwork.
White could only hope this gamble by Dzerzhinsky would prove a deadly one. This was White's final throw of the dice, and if this didn't come up with a good result, he was dead, as was the cretin of a Tzar he had installed.