NationStates Jolt Archive

Government-in-exile
a temporary government moved to or formed in a foreign land by exiles who hope to rule when their country is liberated

Bigtopia. A filthy land filled with decay and waste, but still, it was a neutral nation and as such made a perfect home for moderate sized Iesus exile community.
It wasnt the saftest nation but it now was temporary home to Patrick Iesus and it was from the urban slum that is 'little Iesus' that he spoke to his homeland and the world via comm and radio address.
"Friends, comrades and fellow Iesus Christians.
I greet you all in the name of Christ, peace and freedom for all.
I stand here before you not as a king or prophet but as a humble servant of you, the people. The tireless and heroic sacrifices of you my fellow citizens has made it possible for me to be here today....I therefore place the remaining years of my life in your hands. May I prove worthy of the sacrifices you have made.
Today, I have the 'honour' of declaring that a Iesus Christi Government-in-exile has been formed with the simple goal of returning Iesus Christi back to the path of God and national freedom. No longer can we stand in quiet apathy as genocide and brutality become national norms, it is time to end 60 years of darkest corruption and oppression...it is time for Iesus Christi to be returned to her people.
I vow to God the most high that I and my comrades shall do everything within our power to restore Iesus Christi to her people. I do this not out of personal desire for power but because I love my country and long to see her take her rightful place in the light of the Lord.
I pray that you, my fellow countrymen may take up this cause, reject those who hate God and embrace the Cross...and I pray that you who rule in Iesus Christ today may turn aside from this path of hate that will certainly led to blood flowing . In your hands lies the power for good or evil....Let not our national brotherly love be stretched to the point of breaking.
Our struggle must be our own, only from within will Iesus Christi be freed but I hope in my heart that outsiders will contribe to our cause and struggle with us. Let former enemies be united in the cause of universal freedom.
The need to unite the people of our country is as important a task now as it always has been. No individual leader is able to take on this enormous task on his own... It is our task as leaders to place our views before our organisation and to allow the democratic structures to decide. On the question of democratic practice, I feel duty bound to make the point that a leader of the movement is a person who has been democratically elected at a national conference. This is a principle which must be upheld without any exceptions, it is a principle that shall seperate us from the ministry and their goons.
I will fight against fascist domination as I have fought against foriegn domination. I will cherish the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be....it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.
HEIL IESUS
HEIL FREEDOM!"

In the name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful . honor and praise to him alone.
I inform the proud Muslim people of the world that Patrick Iesus and all who are in this government in exile are against Islam and represent a vile danger to our islamic state, the Prophet and the Koran, and thus all are sentenced to death.
honor upon him who draws the blood of these villians.
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un
~Mular Vikram for the council of faith.

o.o.c: sort reply to this shocking treason. expect a longer berating latter.

A button was pressed, and the recording played once more through the austere chambers of the Hierarchical Foreign Office, the voice of Patrick Iesus reverberating through the air to the circle of engraved mahogany chairs. A white-robed figure reached forward, click, and the room was silent save for the faint sound of breathing as the Archbishop Judas Tay gathered his thoughts. The other four people seated watched him in silence.

"Gentlemen...If Ieusus Christi has turned, I apologise for my subordinates's lack of attentiveness and ability. However, the situation warrants further analysis - if we assist him, and he succeeds, we could gain ourselves an ally. If he fails, we should be able to cover ourselves well enough to be safe. Besides, if someone does attempt to attack us, we always have the Hand of God systems in place."

One of the others in the room, wearing a black uniform with the image of the Cross Aflame upon the breast spoke quietly, voice devoid of emotion.

"I concur. If the rest of you find it acceptable, I am willing to dispatch a Chaplain with a small team of Nazareth..." He pauses to nod toward another of those present "...to survey Patrick Iesus and render aid depending upon what they find."

The discussion continued for a short while before a conclusion was reached. Within the hour a private jet had left the Hierarchy's airport at Tol Isam, bearing a Chaplain-Sergeant and twenty Nazareth Stormtroopers, as Judas Tay sat at his desk, composing a response to the broadcast. When he wrote it, the message was brief but would probably reach Patrick Iesus before too long.

"Patrick Iesus, the Lord smiles upon you and thus our aid is at your disposal."
The message was sent with the number for a mobile telephone enclosed, all the Hierarchy needed to do now was wait...something they were very good at indeed.

The speech reached its end on the CD player and the Foreign Minister switched it off quietly. There was a thoughtful silence while the people in the room silently digested it.

"So what does this mean?" asked Lady Bryce eventually.

"It is a chance, my lady... one of the first glimmering chances to sweep aside the iron curtain of madness and fascism in Iesus. If the Iesus people like this man, it could herald a new age--"

General de Santuro snorted derisively. "Oh please. Even if the civilians backed this man, do you really think they can take on the military? Mathew and his cronies would wipe out everything in their path without thinking twice. This Patrick Iesus might just be giving them all a false hope."

"But it is a hope, General," replied the Foreign Minister sharply, "We shouldn't just throw it away."

Lady Bryce looked at the Prime Minister. "Mr. Achefield?"

The Prime Minister leaned forwards. "I believe we should support them as much as possible. Usually the Iesus resistance to Mathew's regime is weak, fairly disorganised, mostly consisting of a few poor refugees who've somehow made their way out. Besides... isn't it a matter of policy to support democratisation around the world?"

Lady Bryce nodded thoughtfully. "General... how feasible is it to support this Patrick fellow militarily?"

The General frowned. "If worse came to the worst we'd be up against the entire Reich. Well, most of it. You know how those despots stick to each other... If they see Chimaea interfereing in Iesus' internal politics..."

"We could supply them, though, can't we? We could train them, advice them." insisted the Foreign Minister.

The General hesitated momentarily. "It would be dangerous... However I suppose we could supply them with a hell of a lot of weapons and ammo. Thing is, do they really have the human resources to wage even a geurilla war?"

Lady Bryce placed her palms flat on her desk. "Well, we need to try. Dig up as much information on Patrick Iesus as you can. Open up a contact with him, send agents, do whatever it takes to keep him alive and find out as much of what he's planning as you can. Gentlemen, naturally this is top secret. Not a word of this must be leaked anywhere." she frowned thoughtfully. "Actually, make a public announcement of support for Patrick Iesus. If we remain too quiet people will begin to wonder."

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The Commonwealth of Chimaea fully supports the goals of Patrick Iesus and his government-in-exile and we hope that these goals are met with success. We can only hope that democracy will one day triumph over fascism for the suffering people of Iesus Christi.

~Lady Bryce,
Governor of Chimaea


OOC: Are you seriously considering a regime change in Iesus? Or are they going to die horribly? And I hope you don't mind me suddenly butting in like this :)

No statement came from the Knootian foreign ministry, but there was heavy speculation in the AIVD, EIVD and MIVD intelligence agencies about what the heck was going on. The joint meeting of the intelligence agencies was extremely chaotic.

"Well, if Biotopia trusts them..."

"... When was the last time you trusted something from Iesus?"

".... this has GOT to be part of something big."

"...perhaps their regime is collapsing..."

"... but... the Reich has never done better! Our military intelligence, economic, social..."

"You almost make it sound like a nice place to live"

"Meh."

After the Council of Ministers meeting, Hans van Mielro was flocked by journalists shouting questions about the government in exile and the Knootian position. But the aging foreign minister just smiled and ignored the journalists, getting into his car. He casted a welcoming smile in the direction of his driver.

"To home, Peter. And pass me a Pink Bunny Cola."

Prime Minister Felix Munchmeister slammed his fist against his desk and glared again at his top advisers.
"You don't need to remind me that Ineptia has been out of circulation on the interregional front for a long time--I know it, and everyone else knows it. Hell, for all they know, we just dropped out the edge of the earth and disappeared."

He sat down and looked again at the communique in front of him.

"Still, Iesus Christi was at one time a close ally of Ineptia, if not the rest of The Heartland, and I simply can't stand by without offering to help."

Clarkson, a junior aide, stepped forward gingerly.

"But which side would we back, sir?"

Felix scowled more at the dead-on validity of the question than its impertinence.

"Damned if I know. Matthew saved my butt long ago, when I thought I was a dead man, but if Patrick can truly bring peace and stability to the Iesus Christians, then just maybe...."

He was cut off by a phone call in the outer room. Not quite sure how to finish his thought, he sat down and studied the communique in greater detail.

Patrick was exhausted, his already gruesome features now had a grey tinge and his once strong body was fragile ....this was simply due to the fact he hadnt recovered from his extended incarceration in varied Iesus dungeons. What he had suffered he refused to discuss and instead through himself into his new task.
The makeshift HQ in Bigtopia was far from ideal,already the Reich was pressuring Bigtopia to expel the dissent group and security was concerned over the very real threat of a kidnap or murder attempt, but still Patrick pressed on with interviews and public announcements.
" I wish to pay tribute to the many communities and nations who have extended provessional support to the I.G.E . I hope I can count on their support in this campaign for justice and peace in Iesus Christi. Let us work toegther for a people who have never known freedom....let freedom be our cry from Chimaea to Laverunz.
and to those who as yet are unwilling to lend their support to our cause...for whatever reason....I say to you follow your conscience....
Mary Queen of Courage. pray for Iesus Christi."

Patrick slumped in his chair after the broadcast. Collins looked with concern at his old friend.
Patrick grinned up at him
"Stop looking at me like that Mike. If the Creator had a purpose in equipping us with a neck, he surely meant us to stick it out."

"He is a hooligan, a parasite poisoner of the people! A saboteur of the regional good,
a revisionist renegade terrorist who must be punished!"
Hatusu listened ,but her mind was a thousand miles away from this nonsense.
Finially when the sppech was coming to an end she spoke "and do you think this is helping? we all know who Patrick Iesus is, yet this doesnt explain your death sentance."
Mular Vikram spat his words at the council "I want those criminals dead"
Hatusu stood. Her anger was now clear to everyone, eyes sparkling with burning life, the blood running fast and free. She was so angry she could not stay still, but walked up and down, linen robes swishing, her multicolored sash swinging backwards and forwards to the clatter of bracelets and necklaces.
"You would demand of me, my Lord?" She herself demanded.
Vikram locked his eyes on hers " I demand what Islam demands, I speak for the faithful and when the faithful speak all must listen."
Mular Jumar added his voice "God's curse be upon the infidels! Evil is that for which they have bartered away their souls. To deny God's own revelation, grudging that He should reveal His bounty to whom He chooses from among His servants! They have incurred God's most inexorable wrath. An ignominious punishment awaits the unbelievers."
Hatusu turne don him "and what does that mean? I know the holy Quran . I wont be lectured too in my own palace! leave me!"
Soon the room was cleared of everyone except for General Idis, his loyalty to her was forged in a life long friendship, so when he spoke Hatusu listened "You cant beat them on this you know. The clerics want him dead, Patrick is a threat to them simply because he would change the path of Iesus Christi. You must consent to their request, but there are other ways you can defy them once you consent"
Hatusu sighed "As they have said, by my will let it be done."

Captain Waermund stared around, feeling almost naked without his hip-holster and service pistol. He frowned.

"He lives here? In this... lower-income area?"

The tall, non-descript man in the black suit and sunglasses standing next to him shrugged. "It's a slum. And yes, this is where he has taken refuge."

"Surely that's dangerous?"

"At this moment, sir, he will know we have arrived. He will know that you are unarmed, he will know what we're wearing and he will probably know that you have an ink-stain on your shirt pocket."

Waermund cursed, and rubbed at the blue spot on his grey shirt. "How would he--"

"Little Iesus a close community, sir. They take care of their own. Have you ever met any of the Iesus refugees in Chimaea?"

"Erm... not as such, I've gotten some intel from them before coming."

"They're lucky because Chimaea has good refugee programs; however even in society like Chimaea's, there is a close-knit, underground network of expats and so forth. Here in Bigtopia there are no such helpful programs. The bond between these people are forged in the fires of tyranny."

Waermund looked up in surprise. He hadn't had much experience with Operators but had expected them to have a cold, professional attitude. Picking his way ahead of them was the second Operator, making a party of three.

Waermund was about to reply when he realised that they were being slowly surrounded by people, all dressed in fairly battered clothes and all holding weapons of some sort. Waermund tensed up, being unused to these kind of situations but the Operatives simply stopped walking and waited.

There was a tense pause, then Waermund walked forward a bit, stopped suddenly, then took off his hat and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "Er... hello? We're here to, er, see Mr. Patrick Iesus?"

The weapons jerked up. Captain Waermund flapped his hands nervously. "Nonono... We're friends. Chimaeans. Er. Take us to your leader?"

Bigtopia was entering running debates with the Iesus Christi government over the 'exile government', pressure was being applied and now threats....
Still the government provided extra police to keep the peace and dragged out discussions with the Iesusians. Patrick himself was wary of openly talking to the government too often lest he be betrayed or located.
The guards at the door of the apartment block who eyed Captain Waermund with caution, were men who till recently had been members of varied Iesus special forces. Many in fact had made the dangerous trip to Bigtopia with Patrick.
The biggest of the guards, a man who had the look of a fascist bullyboy grinned.
"uhuh...sure...see down the street...Our Lady of Hope...Roman catholic Church. Thats my leader fella. Now suppose you're meaning someone else....that can be arranged in time...gotta do certain tests ya know, and then arrange to get you to him. Think your game to trust us Mate?"

OOC: translation : hooding you..checking you for bugs and dragging you to a location. paddy is moved around like a sack of spuds to stop Iesus agents bombing the area :P He's kinda living like a hamas leader :P(with the same short life span expected)


The real truth my friends is we cannot and will not address this 'so called' Patrick situation...there will be no statements...the party line about him being in hospital stands...
I will not have our government undercut by rumours and rebels...let him make speech after speech...who hears them! We control truth in Iesus! Our truth is law! They cannot dissent!
Bridgette Iesus. Speech to Military council

A Skittletopian representitive approached a group of operators looking every inch the door to door salesman, he had his hands in the air as if inviting the Operators to aim their weapons at him to further reassure themselves of his friendly intentions.

He had been told to introduce himself as "a representitive of a well-wishing nation whose sovereignty wishes to remain anonymous", to submit to even the most invasive of searches and movements, and to carry only a catalogue listing everything from even the most esoteric and violent of small arms (including a favourate of the Leader's circled in red, a double barrelled semiauto shotgun with a rail mounted benalli super-shotgun strapped to the underside, effectively forming a triple-barreled shotgun) to bombers, (those available in no nations other than Skittletopia have been pixellated and the specifications slightly understated so as to make them unrecognizable even by that). and to ask to speak to Patrick.

Each item had a price and tucked in the front cover of the thick book was a telephone number and the text "Congradulations, we decided to give you the first $3,000,000 worth free, your credit limit is $10,000,000, signed, president/pope/leader/fuhrer/king/queen/lord protector/mother superior of a beautiful nation of firearms and confectionary.

In a room somewhere in Vegana City

"What are we supposed to do about this Patrick Iesus situation? I really could do without that right now. It is a little too much action stirring in the Reich right now for my taste." He walked over to the open fire and looked into it. "We have the Bendecitia Situation, St. Peter Clavers Island, unrest in Iesus, a new leader in North Star, a new Iesus Born. God Bless Maire for still being sane.. Have you heard anything from Iesus Christi?" The four men standing in the middle of the room shook their heads as one. "Well let them now that we are very concerned about the stability in the region and offer our support and help in any way they want it"

The nightmares came again. Patrick twisted and kicked but it didnt stop the terror filling his mind. Sweat poured down his frail twisted body....his frantic cries desperate sounding....terror filled every word he cried.
Only his final death scream snapped him awake.
"useless...useless..."


The men who looked every part the door-to-door salesmen were told very politely that Patrick would love to meet them but it wasnt really fitting or safe for people from 'undisclosed' to meet him.
Collins talked with them....trying to be as helpful as possible.
"I hope you understand...God bless all who oppose tyranny but security and 'face' demands we keep some strict rules.....Pray God you dont hold this against us.."

A Skittletopian representitive approached a group of operators looking every inch the door to door salesman, he had his hands in the air as if inviting the Operators to aim their weapons at him to further reassure themselves of his friendly intentions.

OOC: There seems to be some confusion. The Operators are... kind of a Chimaean version of the CIA's paramilitaries. Sort of. So unless you're trying to talk to the two Chimaean Operators with Captain Waermund, I think you'd better address the Iesus special forces people instead ;)

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Captain Waermund nodded nervously. "All right. We were expecting something of this sort... er, my two friends here are armed, I'm not."

The Iesus guards gestured and the three put their hands on their heads. Two of the guards came up and throughly frisked them, producing two heavy .50 desert eagles from the Operators. They had dressed down for the occassion, without the hidden blades and other small devices of death that Operators tended to carry on the more dangerous missions.

After the initial frisking, they were taken at gunpoint to another location and more thoroughly searched, this time for bugs. Captain Waermund had been briefed to expect certain indignities in the name of security but he was still a little shocked at the thouroughness of the search, though he supposed that guarding someone like Patrick Iesus needed it.

From that location they were blindfolded and taken on a fairly long and involved journey around Little Iesus. Captain Waermund tried to formulate a path in his mind but at the 10th turn he was hopelessly confused.

The guard who lead the examination of Captain Waermund wasnt unkind, even if his bedside manner needed working on.
"....It isnt out of malice...alot of people have a odd concept about the Iesus christi mindset...no...we generally dont do things outta malice but out of a straight forward practical mindset...Ya know once a hero martyr of my old company had part of his stomach replaced with explosives...true story.."

After all the scans, checks prodding and walking in circles , Captain Waermund found himself alone and hooded in a damp smelly subterranean room. He waited there for a good 15 minutes before his hood was pulled off .
A tiny ferret like man stood before him, his voice the very sterotype of a seedy intell officer.
"so...you are...? please be honest."

"I'm Captain Waermund," the Captain replied, slightly nervously. "An honourary title; I am a special envoy of Lady Tanya Bryce, the Governor of Chimaea. I am here to, ahem, discuss certain matters of mutual interest to both her Ladyship and Mr. Patrick Iesus. Although I carry authority to discuss and reach settlement on most matters, officially I do not exist."

He gave a hopeful smile. "I would like to see him at the earliest opportunity, I've heard so much about him."

A black military helicopter landed smoothly within the suburbs of Bigtopia, the bribes had been small, and the threats to individual civil servants many - a few still remembered the lethality of the Holy Ghost Operatives.

Chaplain-Colonel Simon Hysan stepped smoothly down from the helicopter, grey eyes looking dispassionately at the slummish area as a half-score of Nazareth Stormtroopers moved down and their aircraft moved off once more.

"Nazareth. Find Patrick Iesus or one of his lieutennants and let him, or them, know that I wish a word concerning his safety and cause, do not mention the name of our nation although if they know it then so much the better. Make sure that they are aware that we are authorised by the Highest authority."

With that five of the Nazareth immediately moved out into the streets, battle-armour removed and replaced wth light defensive meterials underneath plain clothing. The other half of the contingent remained with the Chaplain.

(TAG for Thelasi Meddling... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)

" Captain Waermund from Chimaea eh. Well why didnt you say....paddy cant hardly be meeting every random wellwisher...but a envoy is a different matter..."
The man tapped his comm and spoke random sounding gibberish into it.
"My names John Irving. Make yourself comfy. shouldnt be long. anything I can get you....within reason...we live a very spartan life..."

The Isam personal didnt find it hard to locate someone matching the profile of one of patricks current 'staff'. Collins quite openly wore his old camojacket and lounged with several men infront of a cafe, across the road from the 'HQ' apartment block.

The tiny shi'ite mosque was a haven for a small colorful arabic community.
Many were Starian, mostly refugees from the sultans constant assualts on extreme branches of islam.
Muhammad Kali'ze had heard the call of his clerics at home, he felt honor bound to answer their call to kill the blasphemer Patrick Iesus - God willed it.
He left friday prayers with the words of the muezzin ringing in his mind.
Hayya la-l-faleah - Hayya la-l-faleah!*


o.o.c:Hasten to real success, Hasten to real success,

Deserts in the Northwestern part of North Star are areas of extreme heat and dryness....newly arrived Iesus troopers suffered under the heat but laboured on.
Captain Larkin was shaking with horror...his new commander in a cool voice repeated himself.
"Captain. You have your orders...there isnt enough room at the holding station...kill them now..."
Larkin looked over the huddled mass, in the distance the village they had been forceabley removed from continued to burn.
"Sir. I cannot obey that order. it is a immoral order and by law of Christ and society I will not carry it out..."

On the feast of St Stephen, Captain James Fenris Larkin stood before the firing squad....his protest hasnt stopped the massarce of the villagers, but still somehow he felt more content than he had in years as he stared down the barrels of the ministry troopers.
"I call on God Almighty to have mercy on the Iesus and metahuman peoples.....now take a step forward lads....It will be easier that way!"


Rumour of the I.G.E was spreading slowly through the ranks of the Iesus Military...and a network of 'hero patriots' leaked information back to Patrick...he spent night after night trying to become aware of what was happening in his homeland.


To:The glorious islamic government of North Star
My brothers in the lord. I rejoice to hear of your support and recent declaration...toegther North star and Iesus Christi will crush the treasonous serpents ....Heil our forever unity!
yours in God.
Brigdette Iesus.

" Captain Waermund from Chimaea eh. Well why didnt you say....paddy cant hardly be meeting every random wellwisher...but a envoy is a different matter..."
The man tapped his comm and spoke random sounding gibberish into it.
"My names John Irving. Make yourself comfy. shouldnt be long. anything I can get you....within reason...we live a very spartan life..."

Waermund nodded gravely. "Well, we're keeping as low a profile as possible. For now, anyway."

He watched as the man spoke into a communicator of some sort, though he didn't understand what was said. He politely declined Mr. Irwing's offer and waited, somewhat with a growing anticipation, wondering what the symbol of Iesus resistance was like in the flesh.

Muhammad Kali'ze lurked infront of the appartment building, in the vain hope of seeing Patrick Iesus. After some time , he finally attracted the attention of those trusted with Patricks security.
Collins and another man approached Kali'ze "Can we help you Sir?"
"Oh yes, honor to allah!"Kali'z grunted, and lunged with his knife that he had hidden under his coat, opening Collins arm from elbow to shoulder. Kali'z ducked under a flailing blow and hit out again, catching Collins glancingly in the neck .
Wincing Collins grasped the knife, its sharp blade tearing into his hand, but he fought to keep hold of it. With great force, Collins kneed Kali'z in the crotch, and the other bodyguard locked Kali'ze in a bear hug and crashed him to the ground. Collins fingers had to be nearly severed by now, but at last he could let go, as Kali'ze was pinned to the ground.

Elsewhere, another arab had a far different assignment.
He left messages with whom he considered appropriate people -those who could help him meet with Patrick Iesus and in this matter he spoke for the Sultan herself.

Chaplain-Colonel Simon Hysan soon found one of the 'lieutennants' and after some time got into a discussion. They talked in a tiny room and the 'officer' introduced himself as "offa" a long time expatriot who now was working to restore liberty to Iesus. Hysan got the feeling he was talking to a 'middle man' but a middleman who knew about 'things'.

Waermund waited alittle more time before the door finially opened, and Patrick Iesus entered. He warmly grasped Waermunds hand and flashed a grin....turning his face into something like a grimacing deaths head. His grotesque visage had certainly not immproved while in Iesus prisons.
"Sorry for the deal. couldnt be helped"
Patrick took Irvings seat, and Irving stood at the door ..watching careful.
"So your .....Captain Waermund from Chimaea? well I'm glad to meet you, I hope this You and I can make better relations than our countires have in the past..or present.."

Collins cursed his bad luck.
"Bloody arab nutcase...."
The doctor sewed his wounds and tried to calm the very angry officer.
"Sir....calm down or I'll calm you down.."
With a smile , Collins nodded at the worried doctor....he'd do what the doc said simply because he didnt feel he had the strength to resist.

Several officers,including officers of Captain Larkins command, stood before the memorial.
Years ago during the 'great war' this piece of sand had been the scene of bloody conflict...one of the many places Iesus forces had been butchered like cattle during the first world war.
Iesus had joined the war unprepared, and paid a high price in blood for it.They had been savaged by the central powers.
The epitaph on the memorial was simple, but everyone in the company had made the trek to read it.
Known Unto God
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
Our country mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

The 'Islamic truth' are Fundementalist assasins. The 'I.T' has become the frontline killers used by ruling clerics in North Star to enforce their edicts.
Not everybody can be assasin. First of all assasins must himself die in his act of terror. The personal goal of an assasin is to achieve Martydom by dying in the act of killing the enemies of Islam. To do this Assasins need to have a suicidial charecter. Someone who wants to die for the greater good. Then he must be very religious and believe that everything his religious leader is absolutely true.
The 'islamic truth' recruit from many areas. Islamic trust schools, mosques in poor or war suffered muslim neighborhoods. They helped people without wanting anything in return. By that way they can keep in touch with possible candites for assasins and contacts.
They chose only the most loyal and able, and then train them hard.
It was these men , from "islamic truth' that now entered the country. professionals directed to end this sideshow. they were armed and had inside contacts. The leader wrote in his log before he left "It is a time for martyrs now, and if I am to be one, it will be for the cause of Reich Unity"

The anti-Government program 'Free Iesus Broadcasting' is being organized by some 20 defectors from varied branches of the Iesus government.
The program, intends to promote Democracy in Iesus , and to help Iesus Christians everywhere better understand the problems of their society and to open them up to other ideologies, but it is going to need alot of financial and logistics support. We simply dont have the resources to do this alone.
The program will help Iesus citizens know better about their actual situation and to let the rest of world know about the reality of the Iesus Christi government.....we must plan for the future now or accept Iesus will never change...

Patrick Iesus


The 'Islamic truth'commander meet briefly a short dumpy man....they talked quickly and then the little man handed over a small paperbag.
"He's all yours. heil victory"

The emissary of Sultan Hatusu - she who god loves - waited to talk with one of the many people looking after the 'exiles' interests. The emissary had been shuffled along from person to person, building to building, but she didnt mind. It was all very understandable, she didnt even expect to meet Patrick - she just had to pass on the 'desires of the sultan'.

Tarek had read the information provided, and was already using it. His men had been dispersed and he himself had slipped into the community.
He sat in a run down coffee shop , and watched Iesus exiles and the other colorful people who haunted this urban slum.

Captain Waermund was an experienced diplomat in certain highly specific circles under the bluster and oddball personality and he didn't flinch at the other man's grotesque features. Instead, as he grasped the proferred hand and shook, and looked into the intense gaze and heard the low, gruff voice, he saw not the wreck of a man but the opportunity of a future. Waermund was a student of history and recognised that in Patrick's unusual visage lay the 'uniqueness' that was so important to capture attention. Most of the movers and shakers of history were different in some way--arguably the most influential man in World War II was a short, rather simple-looking fellow with bulging eyes, truly bad hair and a mustache which, though popular at the time, made him look like he was trying too hard. And Churchill looked like a bulldog with a cigar. And as for Ghandi...

There was something captivating about the man, too. A barely restrained energy... was it anger? Pain? It burned in his eyes like the fires of hell. Waermund was oddly reminded of a hazily-remembered legend of a man that had been moulded out of the earth itself and given life to lead an army. In the situation, it was an oddly comforting thought.

He took his seat once more and listened to Patrick's greeting. "I'm honoured to meet you in person, President Iesus," he replied, and noted that the significance of the title wasn't lost on the other two men in the room. "I've heard so much about you and I've looked forward to meeting you on a personal level. However, time is short as always and the world waits for no pleasantries."

Waermund paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "Chimaea believes that a crucial time of change is growing ever nearer--not just in Iesus Christi but in the entire world. Old regimes are being overthrown. The high-profile rise of terrorism seems to signify that the struggles of people in distant lands are being brought to the global doorstep. The last remenants of the old world isolationism and iron curtains are being washed away... By war, by peace and everything in between." He paused, aware that he was getting a bit lyrical, and suddenly struck by something. "I suppose that a lot of us will whither in this brave new world," he noted sadly, then brightened up. "But we must do what we can to help it along! Lady Bryce has invested me with special powers to negotiate one to one and to close deals right here. We're willing to help. Money, arms, skilled workers, diplomatic pressure, safe havens... We're liasing with the Iesus Christi expats in Chimaea, who've long been working on the refugee programs and they have a great deal of intelligence and advice. We've been in contact with several allied nations and are planning to approach several more. We're ready and willing. The Reich is already escallating the situation in Syskeyia... And open war may be closer than we previously thought."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes grim. "Well. We need to know what it is you plan... not in detail just yet, but enough to know the general direction of your goals. Are we talking armed insurrection here?"

A odd...almost surprised smirk did cross Patricks face when the term 'president' was used. He relaxed in the chair, and spoke warmly.
"Saddly Captain Waermund you are right...time is always short...
Firstly let me say your offers are most welcome and I can see us taking up on them...I thank you deeply and your country...pass my thanks on...
Secondly...I agree conflict is on the rise...things between you and the Reich will certainly get alot worse before they get better. If I, or anyone loyal to our movement can help you...please just ask. Few manage to leave Iesus Christi, but whatever we can provide, we will pass on."
Patrick paused. Considered his options and then started up again.
"As for 'our' plan, it greatly depends on support. Our hands are tied by those who would aid us, and even more so by my own desire to avoid unnecessary loss of life.
Still....if I can only free my country by armed insurrection , then that is what I shall undertake. Iesus must be free"


Provisional Exile governing council declared
Iesusmen and Iesuswomen....In the name of God and the dead generations that bled so we may live.
The governing Cabinet has atlast been formed, this body shall now represent the true interests of the Iesus people, until such a stage they can themselves appoint their own governing officals.
In interests of national unity, the majority have been drawn from what would be considered 'mainstream' culture, but at the same time....and as a direct challenge to countless crimes carried out by the 'ruling class' in Iesus Christi...we have also 'appointed' representives from the victimized, the expelled, and the hunted.
May God have mercy on Iesus Christi.
Signed:
John Irving
Chief Liaison and Director of communications.

At last the emissary found herself talking with someone who could help and was trusted. She didnt really know what to say but instead handed over her own briefcase. She knew it would be checked by the exiles for dangers, but that fine. Unlike other 'gifts' from her government, this one wasnt lethal.
She smiled humbly "I hope this can be of some help. And I would greatly love to meet someone to discuss more of the same"

The briefcase was indeed inspected closely. For saftey reasons patrick himself would never even see it.....biological agents were a Reich speciality after all...
Still, even with the deep concern, the contents were welcomed. The ex Marine tried his best to sound offical as he talked.
"Well..On behalf of what is vaguely called the Iesus government in exile,I thank you for your contribution to the cause...I'm sure we can arrange a more formal meeting perhaps? I'm sure you are keen to see someone more than a middle man...but I can tell you about how the Syskeyia war is going"


Press Release
To attempt to place ourselves as the legitimate government of the people, it has been necessary to place Cabinet roles on the members of the Provisional governing council....this in no way circumvents or supercedes our desire for democracy, and nor do we intend these roles to be in place once liberation is achieved. This is simply a matter of practical necessity in our current dire situation.
It has already been said, but I will restate that we have drawn the governing body from the best freeminds on offer....and have drawn from all aspects of the Iesus community...and without apology I stand by the council members drawn from the most persecuted elements of our community. Our council must be a new beginning....the rising of the daybreak, a forerunner of most splendid light. Every being has the right to life, to bodily integrity...that is the basis our our movement. I will not spurn on conception our hightest goal.
I have been all things unholy and evil.I have been blind, but now is our nations chance to start again...and if God can work through me, he can work through anyone."

Patrick Iesus.

The Cabinet
Director of communications:John Irving.
Minister of Justice and religion:Katherine Dudly.
Minister of Labour : Ruth Demsky
Minister of Health and Education: Angrod Prieston
Minister of Defense and liberation operations: Jason Argo
Minister of finance : Mark Andrews
Minister for Foriegn affairs: Alice Haines
Acting president: Patrick Iesus



Bridgette made her thoughts clear after reading the new press release.
"Death solves all problems..... no man, no problem."

Captain Waermund nodded, his face grim. "I will convey this to her Ladyship. Anyway, we're willing to get our hands dirty--training personnel, special operatives, state of the art weapons systems... anything you want. And the way things are going in Syskeyia, we'll probably be doing quite a bit of action ourselves."

He hesitated a bit, thinking, then rubbed his chin. "You are perhaps amongst the most important persons in the world at present. Of course there are those who would stop at nothing to destroy you... Her Ladyship is worried about your personal security. An offer of asylum is always open in Baron, of course, but I can appreciate that you need to be seen as taking an independant stand.

"It's with this in mind that her Ladyship wishes to add Chimaean personnel to your security team--and the resources to go with them. I'm sure my two companions are being held somewhere close by... well they can be of service to you if the need arises, so if you wish it they can stay here. I will be constantly shuttling back and forth between here and Chimaea myself, being a direct and non-diplomatic, executive link between Lady Bryce and yourself." Waermund nodded again, almost to himself, thinking, and the story of why I got that job would be telling.

"Anyway! We can begin supplying you at once, more or less. Our munitions factories have taken on extra orders anyway, what with the hostilities elsewhere. Anything you need."

Reich space, Reich communication centre "Freedom"

Trying to follow what was happening on the ground the team of ten did image enhancing and analyses of the pictures they had so far. It was hard making out anything of it yet but together with the team posing as a commercial flying banner company. They would triangulate onto the channels of radio frequences used by this "goverment" and pinpoint the location of them. It was like finding a needle in a haystack, but at least they had a damn good metal detector. This was one of the biggest manhunts ever performed in Vegana and it wsa mostly done on foreign territory. Things had to remain smooth as long as possible.

"I have little doubt your nation will be seeing alot more combat in the near future. The reichs 'blood' is up......prepare for the worst but hope for the best."
Patrick smiled his grim smile.
"Well......I gratefully accept the offer of protection. Extra security is always welcome.... liaise with my head of security Mike Collins. he deals with the practical matters ....like me not getting shot. I'm sure he'll be greatful the help.
As for the offer of asylum, I thank you warmly, and maybe forced to take up on the offer.....but for now I must turn down your generous offer. As you say...we must be seen to have our Independence...of course..we barely have that now.Still I hope you will leave that option open to us, incase matters become more dire.
Supply will be a problem. We have a growing amount of manpower but arming them is a issue....we'll need you to run weapons into Bigtopia and maybe even into Iesus...is this possible?

Bigtopia

The small aeroplane didn't look much to the world. The only thing one could notice if anyone measured the plane was that it had an extra feet wingspan. This was the only way to fit in the antenna. O'brady had spent more than 20 millions on the equipment of this plane and to still make it look like a standard small banner carrying airplane.

Usually he flew over the city with a banner that said things like "Drink Pink Bunny Cola, No Cola is better than our Cola" or just banners from fictive companies, his real mission was to listen in on radio transmissions from the insurgents and try to get a fixed point. This had proved very hard so far since Patrik always was on the move between different hideouts and regularly changed radio frequency, but O'Brady still had good hopes to get a lock.

Bigtopia, Jan. 7th - Cabinet meeting at the Brenim Hotel from halfpast one till three. Everyone present.A feeling of fear hung in the air, I myself half expected a bunker buster to crash through the ceiling.
The subject for consideration was, the confidential proposals of the Chimaean diplomat and our relationship with these noble men. There was much conversation, without coming to any definite point. The object of Mr John Irving appears to be to obtain some public pledge from the Government of the Chimaea, and without it we should have nothing to do with them. John appears to worry greatly about the need for the government to appear to be more than a terrorist faction.
Mr Jason Argo, Minister of Defense and liberation operations, inclined to giving a discretionary power to the president in these types of situations. He stated the facts that we are under resourced and can hardly be turning away aid. He suggested a declaration against the Iesus Christi interference in the current syskeyian matter,and thus making it clear where we stood...thus avoiding any dipiction of us as just terrorist mercs....He went on to say, if necessary, we should pledge forces to assist Syskeyia or Chimaea against reich agression. He went on to outline the logistics of supplying volunteers , it seems very possible and the president seemed willing to give this more discussion at a latter date. Everyone seemed of the same opinion, I myself and several others made statements to the fact that we could provide more manpower and information than Mr Argo was offering.
Miss Katherine Dudly put our case most well, declaring we should seek to aid our allies first and foremost , because from them shall come victory. She proposed, turning over our entire network to the cause of defeating the fascist beast in the field rather than working on resistance at home.
Saddly , the President was averse to any course which should have the appearance of making Iesus liberty becoming subordinate to the needs of 'our allies'...
I remarked that the communications recently received from the network showed our military actions against Iesus had been totally ineffectual. I was candid, and stated plainly it would be better to have our allies crush Iesus and the reich in the feild with our aid..for in that task we can provide essential intell.......than try and liberate ourselves...a hopeless task...
This idea was crushed by the president, he spoke violently and showed his true Iesus nature...I fear he has alot of his father in him....I was made to feel quite small by that man and his grotesque visage.
Saddly I fear he and I have vastly different Ideas....
God bless him anyhow. His rant over, the meeting ended and we scuttled in different directions in fear of some attack.

[sir]Angrod Prieston. Minister of Health and Education. personal diary

International waters, Outside Bigtopia

The unmarked planes were circling on high altitude accompanied by a flying tanker, there were always two planes in the air. They were the top of the top, the best of the best and they had no clue what so ever why they had been chosen to take turn in flying circles over open sea. Their order was clear, await the signal, go to low altitude, bomb the designated coordinates and go back and destroy their plane. There were no way the plane could be hidden from all those all-seeing eyes once the attack had been made and this mission was meant to be untraceable. If their governement thought that this target was worth all those billions then it was their choice.

Tarek had slunk into the community. He and his men played up the cover story about being dissendents from North Star.
Tarek never went out of his way to talk to any of the Iesusians, but was always in and around where they where known to gather - where he went, he left anti Reich and anti Cleric literature. His men carried out similar operations, littering cafes and bus stops with pamplets.
Soon Tarek was a known 'face' in cafes, always with a gin in hand and always friendly. he was always watching, and weighing up what was happening. Mentally noting times and faces.


The emissary looked around "I cannot say how the war is going, I am unaware of what is happening on the ground. I could tell you what Reich propaganda is saying?"
She waited for the soldier to realize she was joking , and smiled "I am staying in town, my location is in those notes. You know where to find me for more discussions. just ask for Yasmina"
She rose with grace, wrapped her coat around herself and left.

In a quiet and low quility cafe a former trooper picked up the pamplet, he half expected it to be some prody nonsense....
Instead the headline pronounced "Fight fascism! Liberate the reich! Muslims for a free North Star!"
He sat and read.....these guys didnt seem so bad....

The Veganians had their task cut out for them...the security around Patrick knew what it was doing...they had experience and motivation.
Still there where weak spots, many weak spots.....
The biggest was the other Cabinet members....many didnt take the precautions that Patrick and his trusted officals took....they simply lacked the training and paranoia - Years in ''saftey' had made them soft...



I shall fight the fascist government , inch by inch, and mile by mile....until victory is won. But what are you going to do? Will you come along with us, or are you going to join the goosestepping horde and suppress the aspirations of your own people? Will you continue to remain silent as the litany of hate continues?
I have made my choice.... I will regret nothing.....I will not surrender. Only through hardship, sacrifice and militant action can our freedom and liberty be won.
The struggle is now my life. I will continue fighting for freedom until the end of my days......
Patrick Iesus

Bigtopia

It happened 15.04 local time. O'Brady had a confirmed radio transmission from a person close to Patrick Iesus, this person also spoke to Patrick and you could hear more voices in the background. He lifted his com radio:

-"This is Nod. Confirmation of Blabbermouth in grid 4, coordinates X: 523,24 Y: 1457,29... Engage!" He didn't wait for acknowledge, who knew who else was out there listening.

Grunda Beach, Bigtopia

It was more the sensation of a wall of pressure that made the people on the beach react, the noice didn't come until later. Something black passed over the beach towards the city at incredible speed, no more than 60 feet above ground. Afterwards people would describe it as black, menacing and passing just over their heads. Some thought it flew just above the ground some said it was far up in the sky, some thought it was several of them.

The stealth bomber swooped down on low altitude to evade any early warnings. He knew that the hardest part would be to gain enough altitude to get the optimal accurancy and then to turn back but he had been practicing this maneuver hundreds of times. He had the location of the target and he had his orders. He rapidly climbed to 300 feet and released his load of plasma bombs on the designated target. He knew they would hit within 20 meters from the objective and the plasma would get rid of the people that survived the initial blast.

Collins Sighed and ended his comm communication.
"Sir I dont care what you say about democracy, but Angrod is a idiot. He has all the security sense of a horse..."


The Plasma bombs detonated square on target, shaking the area with a violent tremor.
The building at the centre of the conflagration. exploded in a storm of colour....a dazzling multicoloured hot fireball of destruction....those inside never even knew what hit them....their deaths where instantaneous.
The Urban building simply hadnt been designed to stop such firepower.
Several dozen tons of steel and concrete blew into air along with the plasma ... vaporizing flesh, cutting through nearby walls and power poles, igniting buildings and sending a pillar of smoke high into the air.

The result was total devastation.. Dismembered bodies, partially vaporized corpses, various body parts, clothing and large amounts of debris littered the nearby streets around the bombed out husk that had been 'ground zero'. Several vehicles were now smoldering wrecks, their occupants lay burning....
and the wounded screamed for help even as the plasma and flames continued the distruction...

Tarek heard the explosion, and felt the ripple as the earth shock. He flung himself under the table, spilling his drink. He wasnt sure if it was a earthquake or a attack.
His hand reach by instint for his gun, but he checked himself. No need to go waving a gun around a cafe for no reason.
He didnt know if he should smile or be in shock once he heard the news. It certainly was a direct attack - he wished he had suggested it himself

The pilot continued his run on a low altitude. Behind him he could see the clear lights of the impact swelling up and embracing nearby buildings. He didn't do a second run, he couldn't have done it even if he wanted. He dropped everything he got on that target.

When he reached the rendez-vous he ejected from his plane and a tear fell as he watched it continue over open sea towards its destruction. This mission was to be without any evidence, but to wreck a plane that expensive seemed to be such a waste.


Bigtopia

O'Brady listened to the communication when it came to an abrubt end. He smiled with satisfaction but continued to scan the frequencies for more information of the impact.

The city was in chaos. Answering the urgent need for help, city emergency services responded to the scene of the explosion....Police, fire and ambulence services soon swarmed in. Bystanders, police and ambulence crews risked the advancing deadly flames to save lives, while the fire department battled the deadly fires.....
Emergency services were stretched , almost to the point of breaking.
The deadly fire caused by the plasma bombs was almost beyond the abilities of the local fire department...the extreme heat forcing them back, but again and again , with extreme heroics they battled the flames...fighting them with tactics used to combat incendiary fires.

Jason Argo was covered head to toe in ash, he stumbled into the PussyKat cafe. A crowd of worried faces turned to him. He knew their question before they asked.
"I dont know if he was in there...I dont think so...I cant confirm...look just wait ok..."
He poured himself a whiskey, he couldnt talk here. Not yet.

The street was thick with smoke, Tarek didnt know where to start but knew he had to help.
With his basic first-aid knowledge he joined up with the others rushing to help the fallen.
He wrapped his jacket around his mouth to stop the ash and smoke from choking him,and placed himself in the service of the emergency agencies.

honor and praise to God.
It appears Patrick Iesus has been killed. praise God for this act. whatever caused the explosion clearly was the will of God.
~Mular Vikram

With a gasp he staggered to his feet, heading for the light, scrambling up the slide of bricks, he felt a hand around his collar dragging him up into the sunlight.
"Christ Paddy...you look a mess...."
With some effect he tried to concentrate, everything was abit of a haze.
A hand slapped him on the back and he heard a deep laugh.
"Christ. about time we had some luck..."

Collins and Patrick had only left the building minutes before the attack, a freak piece of luck for the soul of the exile government...Patrick had only left because he had desired to have confession before the coming meeting...
People latter would joke "piety saves lives."
Still..many others hadnt been so lucky...

Patrick sat dazed as he was briefed. 3 of his closest comrades and cabinet members had been blown to the stars...
"how...who cocked up?"

"alive?"
"alive"
"Do you try and make me look stupid, is this a plan you are working on?"
"no Tabi`un"
Stepping over the prostrated clerk, Vikram rummaged through the fruit bowl and found himself a pear."this really is bad timing, the sultan will be untolerable."

Slay the idolaters wherever they assualt you, and take them captive, and besiege them, and prepare to ambush them. For them there is no escape. But if they repent and establish [Islamic] worship...their way is free. Lo! Allah is forgiving and Merciful.
~The most holy Quran; Surah 9:5

The Growing 'troubles'?
From the Bigtopia times.


Since the declaration of the government in exile , more than 102 people have died and 1,000 others have been wounded by 'guerrilla' bombings, assassinations and other violence, according to the Iesus Ministry of social order.
Statistics on government inflicted deaths is not available, and now with our own city becoming a front line we have to ask ourselves....
Is this the start of a bigger conflict?!

Around the world, people usually only hear about the high-profile cases, like the recent events of in bigtopia. But for tens of thousands of exiles, the conflict is only a stone's throw away. Their lives are inextricably linked to events in Iesus Christi.... its cycles of violence and its people's hopes for peace.
An estimated 735,000 Iesus citizens live 'outside the homeland' according to the government, that number is widly regarded as fiction. Most of them are Catholic. Hundreds of thousands fleed from Iesus Christi in the 1950s to escape the turmoil of the revolution. Since then there has been a continued stream of 'exiles'...but in recent years leaving Iesus Christi has become much harder, if not impossible.

The local Iesus community in Bigtopia mirrors exile communities elsewhere, they are close knit and now provide the basis of the government in exile... many donate cash to the new government in exile, often secretly and illegally. The exiles have constantly lobbied governments to do more over the 'Iesus question'.

Thousands of these local Iesus immigrants have friends and relatives who have been killed, wounded and imprisoned back in Iesus Christi
"If people really knew what was going on over there, I think things would be done'' said Terri Harte, 45, who grew up in a small village inside Iesus and was brought by his parents to Bigtopia as a child.
Harte has lost two Uncles to the Iesus regime. People world wide , she said, would be outraged by civil rights abuses that make soviet justice look mild.
"I have watched my parents get beaten up with batons in the house, my oldest brother died on the kitchen floor'' she said. "You think God, why doesn't the rest of the world know that this is what they put up with on a daily basis?''

Iesus has been controlled by violence for the past 60 years . In recent years, the violence in the totalitarian country has risen to new levels with the Ministry of social order fanatically imposing its random will .
Francis Xe(not his real name), 27, lives with his mother, Catherine, in St Augustine. He has managed to keep in contact with his family in Bigtopia "Living here is like living in a zoo. You can't call that freedom,'' he said "You can be arrested or attacked over anything...a friend of mine simply talked about the camps in North Star and we was arrested....why? whats there to hide!"
It's a high-tech, Orwellian environment. St Augustine has the highest level of surveillance of any city in the world....millions are pumped into cameras, scanners and listening devices. Helicopters hover over neighborhoods , and the streets are well patrolled.

The government in Exile volunteers view themselves as freedom fighters against this fascist government. Others call them terrorists. The Iesus government , and her allies have ordered death for any involved in the government in exile...be they military or not.
Still Patrick Iesus continues the struggle...but he has refused to rule out violence as a means of national liberation.

Many people are wary of both sides. Professor Kempf , a professor from Lavenrunz has studied the situation "They're all nuts,'' he said. "As a friend of mine said: `I don't know what they're fighting about. It's not going to change anything' The culture here has evolved in cancerous ways....its beyond help''
Minister Batty , from the Bigtopian Culture council put it in different terms "`The Iesus people are the friendliest people in the world, but there's not a one of them that hasnt been touched by extreme violence. . . .thats got to affect you...."
The question now is...how will it affect us.


Reggie Hay. Editor. Bigtopia times.

The emissary soon found herself again in close contact with her divine Ruler. The conversation was directed towards the urgent desire to give greater help to the government in exile, and soon the emissary found herself being reprimanded for what the sultan perceived as a lack of progress.
As much she tried, she found it near impossible to make it clear to the sultan that it wasn’t HER fault. The sultan wanted action, especially due to rising tensions with lavenrunz, the emissary had to make progress –fast.

The car pulled up in front of the apartment...
Armed with only an umbrella , a man exited the car. Glanced down at his watch...for a moment he thought they had got the address wrong...
Then he saw her approach through the rain, she had arranged the meeting quickly...with more urgency than anyone from North Star was known for...
"hello Miss, I'm John Irving. Director of communications for the Iesus government in Exile. Please, get into the car"
He didnt mean to sound rude but it was a risky business, and he didnt have time for long hellos.

OOC:We'll do the rest on yahoo? save a zillion posts:)

IC: With the forming of the government in Exile, minor anti Iesus papers found themselves facing a surge of Interest and readers.
The leading paper...Exile had been printing for years and now was the prime newspaper of the government in exile.
"Exile News is produced by a private group with the aim to tell the Iesus expat community the truth about what is happening at home.
The publication is sponsored by the Media Foundation of Bigtopia, the International Media Support network, and International Freedom of Express Exchange.
The Managing Editor of Exile is Charles Jackson. who continues doing his job in face of massive threats from rightwingers and fascist spies"
Extract - Exile Website

The room was dark, and mostly below ground. Only a tiny window high up in the wall was the only opening to the outside world. The rain outside was constant, and everything was damp. Patrick had refused the meeting, everything was still chaos after the bombing. There was no way he was about to trust someone from the Reich….

The emissary sat quietly. She listened and tried to not be disheartened by her surroundings.

“Firstly…thank you for your donations. I was surprised to hear who it came from….” John Irving eyed the emissary. He was glad he had a weapon, he didn’t trust this Arab woman one bit.

The Emissary nodded “I’m sure it was a shock. But Patrick and the government in exile have won favor with many in North Star. You shouldn’t assume that the council speaks for everyone, on every issue. The council of faith doesn’t speak for the majestic Hatusu for example.”

“The whims of royalty isn’t really the business of the government in exile….we need more than some royal favour. Again I thank you, but I somehow feel we should beware ‘Starians bearing gifts’”

Rolling her eyes, she gestured around the room. “considering your surroundings, I don’t really feel you can turn down gifts ‘minister’ ” The word ‘minister’ carried a load of venom “we have come goals, and interests. And we have common enemies. Why make an enemy when you can make a friend?”

“I wasn’t aware we had common enemies, more to the point what exactly do we have to do to gain your friendship?”

The Emissary tried not to pay attention to the casual iesus rudeness “The council of faith supports firmly the iesus regime, and presents a threat to the continued enlightened rule of the sultan. This would appear to be common ground? The sultan – she whom heaven loves – is willing to aid in whatever way she can, much more money and the like. She can be a wonderful friend to you”

“Again. What will it cost?”

“there are tens of thousands of iesus troops currently inside north star, we have no doubt you have contacts among them. They have access to vital intelligence, and activities currently not available to her supreme majesty. Her supreme majesty desires knowledge of what is happening in her lands. It is a simple thing.”

“I’ll have to check with others….But I think we can make a arrangement” John tried desperately not to sound too keen.

“Excellent. Inshalla allah. It shall be.” She leaned across and took Johns' hand. "I am sure everyone shall approve of this arrangement"

The weather had finally cleared after days of rain…the sun shone bright as the crowd gathered for the ceremony.
Thousands had gathered for this service, the street outside the church was packed with those who wanted to show their solidarity with the exile dead….those who had been murdered by a suspected Reich terror operation. There had been many funerals due to the terror attack, but this one held a special significance….it honoured the Iesus exile movement dead.
Twelve coffins lay before the altar in the church of Mary the Mother, the flag of Iesus Christi draped over them. Balaclava wearing paramilitary stood as a honour guard….and in open defiance of the risk members of the Government in Iesus sat in the front pews of the church, the crowd too had gathered in face of immense risk…all faced the possibilities of being placed Iesus Death lists…being in another country clearly only provided so-much protection. Patrick Iesus was absent….against his own wishes…but he had been convinced of the practicality.
Monsignor Caviezel lead the solemn requiem, a Iesus exile himself he knew all to well the cost of defiance. He had spent many dark nights within ministry cells, he had been among the number thrown into the dungeons of the ‘devils den’….so his homily came from the heart.
“My brothers and sisters in our Lord Jesus Christi…
The Church gathers today to pray for these 12 souls, and to offer the perfect sacrifice for them. We carry out our duty as a Christian community, yet this is not the only reason we gather today…
We gather to honour those who died for truth…we gather to remember those who perished because of tyranny, we gather to show our defiance to those regimes that would keep the Iesus people in the dust…we gather to honour those who resist! These twelve are but a tiny number of those who have been brutally slain over the years by the tyranny of fascism. We gather to honour these twelve, but at the same time we honour the countless legions that have perished to the unholy crusades of Reich madness. We shall honour these twelve with memorial and monument, they shall be an eternal reminder of the rivers of innocent blood spilt over the years....they slahh be a memorial for those who have none.
So as we mourn , we not only mourn these but all those who have gone before them…for the countless dead and those still held in bondage…we mourn for a people who has never known freedom.
We implore God the most high to deliever the Iesus people, we make this prayer through the one who ransomed us by his blood.
God Save Iesus."

The emissary attend the service, more out of curiosity than any professional inclination. There was a passion within the exile community that was attractive[if somewhat disconcerting]. Perhaps this was why the sultan was aiding these people. Or perhaps it was simply to have them as allies instead of enemies.
She watched the crowd rather than praying, that was her duty afterall.