Hallad
12-02-2005, 04:01
The government of Hallad did not like Edolia. The Imperialist Edolians had their say in the Union of Socialist Republics, more say than Hallad wanted them to have, and everything they said was the opposite of Halladi belief. In fact, many Halladis began to believe Edolia was not Socialist at all. It was openly known that many Halladi delegates in the Parliament of the Union of Socialist Republics disliked Edolian delegates and the Edolian government. One of the Halladi delegates had done a particularly insulting move. He hosted a party to celebrate the death of Impërator Erik von Blätterschplitt. And, in the long run, all of this boiled down to the fact that the Worker's State was pleased with Edolia.
Indeed, only recently was Edolia a friendly nation to Hallad, they comrades not so long ago. But, their actions spoke treason to the True Directorate, the Socialist Party of Hallad. The True Directorate had been elected into office for the past ten years, ever since Mustafa Fenris stepped down as "President-For-Life." They held great influence in Hallad, a good sixty per cent of the nation support them directly, another dozen or so indirectly. The majority of the nation would support the True Directorate now, and in the future.
* * *
Reports of declarations of Yasmarean independence had been streaming into the Worker's Protection Agency for three days now. The WPA was the Halladi Intelligence Agency. After the death of the Edolian Emperor a weakness in the “Socialist” Empire had been confirmed.
Now the WPA was to activate their agents in Yasmarea. There were currently twenty-five agents in various spots in Yasmarea, five of them on the Yasmarean capital. In addition to this, Operation: Super Rad! ordered that another twenty-five insurgents be implaced. The Halladi agents in Yasmarea already were about to be contacted.
* * *
The phone rang. The primary agent, designated Alpha-Double, was being called. She was a middle-aged woman, a Caucasian Halladi. She had trimmed her look to appear as an Edolian living in Yasmarea. She had been reading a book by a fireplace, when the phone began ringing. She casually put her book down, got out of her seat and went to answer the phone.
“Hello?” She said into the phone.
“Aegis rising, the light bringer calls. Bloody thorn, called sylvan.” A deep, manly voice answered.”
She hung up the phone. The message was clear to her, beyond the heavy coding. She was to begin agitating the local population, to contact those that she new were pro-Yasmarean independence. These people weren’t just supposed to protest, she was to incite out-right rebellion with any means necessary. Bribery and corruption would be her allies.
She went back over to the chair she had been sitting at. She sat down, and picked up her book. It was late now, nearly eleven o’clock. She would begin her duties tomorrow in daylight, working hard to avoid the Martial Law looming over the territory.
* * *
Serilda, known to the Worker’s Protection Agency as Alpha-Double, had fully reviewed Operation: Super Rad! She began her work at work, ironically enough. She worked in a tractor factory and she knew quite a few discontent Yasmareans. They respected her secretly; she had talked to them about Yasmarean freedom before. However, she’d made it clear that her opinion shouldn’t be made public.
During lunch brake she approached a group of her comrades. They were sitting, five of them. She sat down with her own lunch.
“You know what we talked about before, right?” She said, direct to the point as ever.
“Yeah.” They all said in unison.
“It’s time to make it happen.”
They looked confused. She explained. “Yasmarean independence. The time is now, comrades, Edolia is weak. The Military Governor has moved beyond his authority, declaring dictatorship and martial law over Yasmarea.”
“Are you serious?” One man asked, nearly spitting out his lunch.
“Deadly serious.” She began to get up. “I’m sorry, I thought you lot were Yasmarean, not cowards.”
“Wait!” One said. He was clearly the leader of the men. “Sit, stay a while, wont you.”
She took her seat. “Now really isn’t the place for this. But the time is perfect. I’m willing to explain everything to you after work, my place. Five o’clock.”
The men looked at each other, nodding. They were in agreement. They were curious, she wanted to know why this Edolian really cared so much about Yasmarean independence. They wanted to know just what she was proposing was done. They ate their lunch, but now only made small talk. They talked as though the latter conversation had never even happened.
Indeed, only recently was Edolia a friendly nation to Hallad, they comrades not so long ago. But, their actions spoke treason to the True Directorate, the Socialist Party of Hallad. The True Directorate had been elected into office for the past ten years, ever since Mustafa Fenris stepped down as "President-For-Life." They held great influence in Hallad, a good sixty per cent of the nation support them directly, another dozen or so indirectly. The majority of the nation would support the True Directorate now, and in the future.
* * *
Reports of declarations of Yasmarean independence had been streaming into the Worker's Protection Agency for three days now. The WPA was the Halladi Intelligence Agency. After the death of the Edolian Emperor a weakness in the “Socialist” Empire had been confirmed.
Now the WPA was to activate their agents in Yasmarea. There were currently twenty-five agents in various spots in Yasmarea, five of them on the Yasmarean capital. In addition to this, Operation: Super Rad! ordered that another twenty-five insurgents be implaced. The Halladi agents in Yasmarea already were about to be contacted.
* * *
The phone rang. The primary agent, designated Alpha-Double, was being called. She was a middle-aged woman, a Caucasian Halladi. She had trimmed her look to appear as an Edolian living in Yasmarea. She had been reading a book by a fireplace, when the phone began ringing. She casually put her book down, got out of her seat and went to answer the phone.
“Hello?” She said into the phone.
“Aegis rising, the light bringer calls. Bloody thorn, called sylvan.” A deep, manly voice answered.”
She hung up the phone. The message was clear to her, beyond the heavy coding. She was to begin agitating the local population, to contact those that she new were pro-Yasmarean independence. These people weren’t just supposed to protest, she was to incite out-right rebellion with any means necessary. Bribery and corruption would be her allies.
She went back over to the chair she had been sitting at. She sat down, and picked up her book. It was late now, nearly eleven o’clock. She would begin her duties tomorrow in daylight, working hard to avoid the Martial Law looming over the territory.
* * *
Serilda, known to the Worker’s Protection Agency as Alpha-Double, had fully reviewed Operation: Super Rad! She began her work at work, ironically enough. She worked in a tractor factory and she knew quite a few discontent Yasmareans. They respected her secretly; she had talked to them about Yasmarean freedom before. However, she’d made it clear that her opinion shouldn’t be made public.
During lunch brake she approached a group of her comrades. They were sitting, five of them. She sat down with her own lunch.
“You know what we talked about before, right?” She said, direct to the point as ever.
“Yeah.” They all said in unison.
“It’s time to make it happen.”
They looked confused. She explained. “Yasmarean independence. The time is now, comrades, Edolia is weak. The Military Governor has moved beyond his authority, declaring dictatorship and martial law over Yasmarea.”
“Are you serious?” One man asked, nearly spitting out his lunch.
“Deadly serious.” She began to get up. “I’m sorry, I thought you lot were Yasmarean, not cowards.”
“Wait!” One said. He was clearly the leader of the men. “Sit, stay a while, wont you.”
She took her seat. “Now really isn’t the place for this. But the time is perfect. I’m willing to explain everything to you after work, my place. Five o’clock.”
The men looked at each other, nodding. They were in agreement. They were curious, she wanted to know why this Edolian really cared so much about Yasmarean independence. They wanted to know just what she was proposing was done. They ate their lunch, but now only made small talk. They talked as though the latter conversation had never even happened.