NationStates Jolt Archive

((Okay, since my country is so much smaller than Resurrected Fascism, I thought the best idea to start a thread would be that my country was once part of RF and that we recently seceded. Your previous government was fine that we seceded, but now that Fascism has taken control, they are rethinking it. We can being with diplomatic posturing and espionage, and, if it comes to it, war. I'll give you the honor of beginning the game.))

Chaos gripped the region after the the secession. Many pro-republic left the mainland to join the constitutional freedom movement leaving the mainland in a state of political turmoil.

Climbing through the ruins of a once great nation a leader with a vision came to power. The leader, Dale Hardee, capitalized on the population's mistrust of the citizens who sided with the constitutional freedom movement that caused such chaos. The people were hungry for an answer and many even began to question the democratic principals that the country was once founded on.

Dale Hardee's Fascist party moved from the extreme fringe of politics to the political center of power. By the time Hardee was elected president his fascist party already controlled over 75 percent of the seats in parliament. In a few short months his party had rid the country of it's cumbersome constitution in an effort to revitalize and resurrect fascism as a viable political philosphy. Then Dale Hardee was granted nearly full dictatorial power for life.

Dale Hardee came to the podium for his acceptance speech dressed in full military dress uniform. In a powerful and moving speech he outlined his plan for his country's future.

"...we must therefore prepare ourselves against political dissent to eliminate the possibility of another revolt like the constitutional Freedom movement...all citizens must swear loyalty to the state or face the consequences...we must expand our military tenfold both technologically and numerically...cleanse our nation of those unfit to live such as rapists, murderers, and homosexuals..."

The acceptance speech was broadcast all across the region. Dale Hardee had made most of his motives clear. Now it was just a matter of time to see how he would act on them. And how Constitutional Freedom would respond.

((Like a good thriller, my post has a twist at the end to make the talks between RF and CF even more interesting. I'm not going to include myself in this though. I'm kind of surprised you did. I enjoy fictional characters more than real people. :D ))

A quarter of CF's population tuned in to Dale Hardee's speech. Most of CF's government officials watched closely, listening for any dangerous or aggressive statements that might alarm the people of the newly created republic and call for a statement from the government.

"He wants to cleanse his nation of those he deems unfit. Sounds a lot like Hitler to me..."

It was the first statement made after Hardee's speech, which had left the government leaders in utter shock and in an uncomfortable and awkward silence.

Mr. Scott, Minister of the Interior, rose from his chair as he continued with his thoughts.

"Mr. Hardee is a dangerous man. I'm glad we're no longer a part of his regime, but I can't help but think that we brought about his rise to power. Once we left, the nation fell into turmoil, and he exploited those that remained."

He paced the room, thinking, and continued.

"We should issue a response. Once Mr. Hardee cleanses his own country and rebuilds the military, he might wants us back. He would certainly be capable of initiating a war. We should begin talks -- a government statement and then perhaps a personal letter. We musn't let this get out of hand. We have 20 million people, devoted to freedom and liberty, to think about."

The lights flickered, as if on cue. A man, dressed in a full white suit and a white fedora stood at the back of the room and walked casually to the front.

"Gentlemen, I will hold my press conference in 5 minutes. Thank you all for joining me. I expect to see you all again at tomorrow's conference. We will discuss this matter in greater detail then."

He swiftly exited to the podium outside Freedom Hall, the main government building. A handful of newscasters awaited him as he began to speak into several microphones already attached to the podium.

"People of Constitutional Freedom. Many of you viewed Mr. Hardee's address today. I come to you now to assure you that Mr. Hardee has no ill-intentions towards our fair country and that there is nothing to fear.

It is a well-known fact Mr. Hardee's and my political philosophies clash greatly. It is this government's position that any significant deterrence to the freedom and liberty of mankind is unjust and untenable. It is also our position that any kind of racial, sexual, or any other kind of 'cleansing' is abhorrent.

We offer refuge and asylum to any political enemies of Mr. Hardee, because our country is built upon the principles of freedom and liberty, and we pride ourselves on fairness.

Talks are underway with the government of Resurrected Fascism. We eagerly await their response."

Several miles away, a family switched off the TV, and the parents tucked their children away. One particularly inquisitive little girl quietly and tiredly asked, "Mommy, who was that man?"

"Well, honey, that was our President -- a man we chose to lead us because we thought he would be the best at it. He's done well, so far. I hope he can navigate us through this mess with Resurrected Fascism. It will be difficult for him, though. After all, Mr. Hardee's Fascist Party is vehemently opposed to homosexuality."

Mr. Hardee Ended his speech with the flamboyant raised fist salute of his fascist party. The crowd responded with loud cheers and returned the patriotic gesture with enthusiam. He left followed closely by his personal bodyguard who were constantly on the alert for any suspicious behavior.

The next morning he was looking over news reports of the days events in his dictatorial chamber which had been converted from the former democratic capital building. It seemed the Constitutional Freedom didn't approve of his rise to power. It didn't matter, they would be dealt with in due time. Right now they were not a threat. Except for the offer of political asylum the president had offered. It didn't matter greatly, after all Dale Hardee already had military patrols who were unquestioningly loyal to his agenda patrolling the border.

Outside of the capital building a protest line had formed by homosexuals and other political deviants who found it unfair they were not allowed to leave the country. It had already been going on for a few hours now. Hardee had let it continue long enough to get the perfect critical mass of protesters in one place for the maximum display of his power. Hardee lifted up his wrist to check the time. The trap was nearly complete.

On Hardee's head of security's cue the army was mobilized. Three tanks with a large infantry escort to the front moved forward down the city block. The protesters, led by a man dressed in rainbows and talking with a lisp through a blowhorn, came forward as a mob in opposition to the military. The two forces stopped about 20 feet away from one another.

"Mr. Hardee, your forces are in place." Hardee's head of security radioed.

Dale casually walked to the gigantic bulletproof window to survey the scene outside.

"Mr. Remington, you may fire." Hardee ordered over the tactical com unit.

The protesters began to walk forward shouting chanting anti fascist propaganda. The soldiers raised there automatic rifles and fired into the crowd. The mob immediately dispursed in terror. They were continually cut down by the weapons fire. They turned to try to find a way to escape, but only found that another military unit had come in behind during the showdown to cut off their only root of escape. They too opened fire combining their firepower with the machine gun fire from the tanks.

In a matter of minutes it was over. Dale Hardee smiled in satisfaction when the report from Elias Remington, his head of security, that all 1600 protesters had been executed.

"Good work Remington, have our political prisoners clean up the mess."

News of the mass execution of thousands of anti-fascist protestors quickly reached the people of Constitutional Freedom. As Resurrected Fascism was their neighbor, it worried many of the citizens. Was RF planning to invade and take back their chosen republic?

A few hours later, a video of the massacre was played on TV's throughout CF. One of CF's spies in RF had captured the grisly moment on a small, portable video camera. Millions of CF's populace looked on in horror -- especially the government leaders and most notably, the President.

Dressed in all white (as he always was), he crumpled onto the lavish couch in his private chambers as he witnessed the slaughter.

How can a man wield such power and be so heartless?

A knock on the door.

"Enter," he said with an obviously shaken voice.

"Mr. President, it is of the Ministers' opinion that we should all move into the underground bunker. It becomes clearer and clearer what Mr. Hardee's plans are. We do not believe that he can be negotiated with.

"What of the people, Mr. Scott? Have you even stopped to think about the people? They will be helpless while we beaurecrats are safe in our concealed, little bunker. Such an idea sickens me."

"It is only our advisement, Mr. President. The decision is up to you."

"Thank you for your advisement, Mr. Scott. You are the Minister of the Interior. Take the necessary security precautions. I don't think Hardee will strike pre-emptively. From what I know of him, he will engage us in conversation first. That will be my chance. That will be all, Mr. Scott.."

The President stared at the plasma TV mounted on the wall. He saw the man dressed in a rainbow suit -- his long-time, flamboyant friend who stayed behind to peacefully combat fascism rather than secede. He saw the thousands of brave souls who took a stand against that detrimental political philosophy rather than run.

I'm such a coward.

A young man, in his mid-20's, entered the room and placed a consoling arm around the President's (who was in his late 20's) shoulders.

"Thank you, Caleb, but I'm afraid that I'm beyond comfort right now. This is not a problem that is going to just go away...."

The President broke down in tears.

"I don't know what to do. I'm afraid for my people, I'm afraid for my life, I'm afraid for you. I'm afraid of that menace across the border. I can't do this."

Meanwhile...

"Secure the border. No one comes through without the proper documentation for political asylum. Not that there will be any. I think Mr. Hardee took care of that..."

Thousands of CF's elite national defense force were scattered across the single border between CF and RF.

"We do not expect an agressive move from Mr. Hardee. But we must be prepared. You know the security drills and codes so I will not repeat them. Be watchful and wary. Report any incidents directly to me."

Later, in an underground bunker...

Five figures sat in the dark bunker, their identities concealed by the darkness. Four guards were posted outside to ensure security and privacy.

"Gentlemen, the President is becoming less and less capable of handling this situation. He is a good man, but unfit for the job during this crisis. If we wish to save CF, if we wish to save freedom and liberty, we must transfer power to more capable hands. I suggest General Targofnik. When this mess is over, we will hold a special election, and if the people wish, the President will return to power."

"But how are we to transfer power? We do not have the authority or the capability to do such a thing."

"He must be 'incapacitated.' That is all, gentlemen. You will hear from me when the project is complete."

"Two days ago our country was faced with an attack at the foundations of our society. I have always known that the homosexuals and their activism would prove to be a threat, and would have to be dealt with. I didn't know that they would act so soon. I optimistically thought that taking away their voting priviliges, and doing our best to segregate them from infecting our society would be enough. I was wrong! The homosexual infection has brought the plague of sexually transmitted diseases to us and they have even attempted to openly revolt. Our soldiers battled bravely two days ago to stop the mob that attempted to seize control of the head of government. To prevent this kind of act from happening again I have made a decision that has not come easy to me. I propose a final solution to the homosexual problem! All homosexuals, those with STDs, and those who sympathize with both groups are to be sent to segregated communities, where they will be unable to spread there lies amongst the honest people of resurrected fascism."

"That is not all though. My intelligence connections have recently informed me that the mob did not act alone. They were supported by Constitutional Freedom! After a background check we have learned that the leader of the mob was in fact a personal friend to the president. It is obvious that this was a calculated attempt by the president to attack our government. We have shocking footage of indecent acts performed by the president, who is an open homosexual. After the attack it has become all too clear the president's intentions for our country. I hereby demand the resignation of the president if we are to continue the peace between our two countries!"

Black clothed and heavily armed secret police with gas masks prepared themselves for the raid of a well known homosexual hideout. When the signal was given the doors were blown down by explosives. A man came forward and threw gas grenades through the doorway while the rest waited. It only took about thirty seconds beofre the first of the deviants came out with his hands raised and coughing uncontrollably. Two men came forward and knocked the man to the ground and hand cuffed him roughly, another came forward and kicked him twice in the ribs. Moments later, more fags, some of them stark naked, were forced out by the gas. Within minutes it was over and they were being taken away by truck to an unknown location. Scenes like this were playing out all across resurrected fascism.

Elias Remington, Hardee's chief of secret police, stood quietly at attention before the Dale in the dictator's office.

"At ease Remington," Hardee said. "I see I made the right choice in selecting you to carry out my plans for the final solution to the homosexual problem. My sources say the raids carried out last night went spectacularly. Apparently only a few casualties."

"Yes my leader," Elias responded. "One of the hideouts was ready for us. They were waiting inside with a stockpile of small firearms. Private Steiner entered first and took some fire in the chest. Fortunately, the others applied their elite training and shot the man before he could wreak anymore havoc. Steiner is currently in the infirmary, but will recover quickly."

"Good to hear that, be sure to give him a medal and send him my personal regards. What happened to the hideout after the incident." Elias said.

"Sir, because they gave resistence they were all killed, instead of being sent to the work camps." Elias remarked with a hint of pride. "The other raids went flawlessly, we have put the prisoners to work in constructing their own prison's at the appropriate locations."

"Very good Remington. My trust was well placed in you. You are dismissed." Elias said.

After Remington left, Dale leaned across the desk to key a message to his secretary.

"Anja, please put me in contact with Jasek Steinbeck."

Jasek Steinbeck was Hardee's head military commander. Dale's job was to control the people and set basic guidelines for domestic and foreign policy. But he left the true warmaking to those who were more qualified. Hardee had military experience since he had served as a fighter pilot in the air force. But Jasek Steinbeck was a military genius. He had graduated top of his class at the Avalon College of military science. Before long he was already in command of an entire regiment. Hardee quickly noticed his talent when he rose to power and placed him as supreme commander of the military. Jasek was also unquestionably loyal to Hardee's cause.

"Steinbeck here."

"Commander, we are not yet at a state of war, but nevertheless it would be prudent to activate the entire military and put them on alert. We need to be ready to make our move at any time, and we must be prepared to react to any change in our relationship with Constitutional freedom." Hardee ordered.

"With honor my Lord. I already have fighters in the air, ready to strike at a moments notice, and I have placed more troops on the border. Morale is very high sir, your troops are excited to be able to finally test their worth in combat."

News of the raids reached CF almost immediately. Videos, which were retrieved off the internet, were broadcast across the growing nation on every major news network.

CF's people were slowly becoming numb to the violence being shown on their televisions. At first, shock had overwhelmed them. But now, they were becoming agitated, angry, and generally frustrated. The country they had fled had become far worse and posed a threat to CF's security, liberty, and freedom.

The President's private quarters were currently occupied by only himself and his companion. The two sat on the couch, watching the news footage in utter disbelief. He [the President] shook his head and leaned forward -- his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded in the room -- the piercing wail of it caused the two to jump.

"What the hell?!"

Gunshots -- the distinct sound of his private security forces' sub-machine guns roaring through the hallways. Agonizing screams as bodies hit the walls and floor.

"Oh my God..."

"Where's your gun?!"

Caleb grabbed him violently, screaming in his ear.

"Chris! Where is your gun?"

He pointed a shaky finger over to the closet closest to his desk.

"Behind my suits..."

Caleb walked quickly over, threw the door open, and thrust his hand threw the rack of suits. He gripped a shotgun and a handgun, yanked both off the wall, and quickly checked to see if they were loaded. He then grabbed a few extra shells for the shotgun and tossed the handgun to Chris.

"Get behind the couch and don't let them see you."

As Chris moved behind the couch, Caleb moved to the wall closest to the double doors that opened in to the room. The shooting and screaming had stopped. All that could be heard were two pairs of footsteps and voices outside the doors.

"This is it."

The doors came crashing down. Two men, clad in black, slowly entered, both armed with dual 9mm pistols -- both fitted with silencers. They surveyed the large room from the alcoved entrance and walked cautiously forward. As they broke the proximity of the entrance, Caleb fired.

His first shot hit one of the intruders squarely in the chest. The force of the impact threw him several feet backwards. His entrails hit the wall and slid down. His partner turned wildly to face Caleb, quickly firing his pistols. Two of the bullets struck his hand and his upper arm, causing him to drop the shotgun and recoil in pain. The other two hit him in the thigh and the hipm causing him to scream as he crumpled to the floor.

Before the man in black could perform the coup de gras on Caleb, a bullet entered his eye. He stumbled backwards. His body slammed into the wall, and he fell to the floor, leaving part of his brains behind.

It was all a blur beyond that -- sirens in the background, paramedics and police. The carnage of the hallways; blood everywhere. The hospital and the doctor saying that he would be fine; Caleb would be okay.

Those two men had dispatched of most of his security force but were taken down by two untrained and frightened men. Irony at its best.

Is Dale that desparate to send assassins? He can't possibly regard me as that much of a threat...

Meanwhile, in an underground bunker...

"Gentlemen, as you are probably well aware, our plan has failed."

"Our plan? As we understood it, Minister, the President was to be incapacitated, not murdered. That was our plan. Clearly, your line of thinking is different."

"The details are unimportant, General. My sources tell me that the President likely assumes that the hit team was sent by Mr. Hardee. In a few hours, the President will probably move into his private underground bunker. His security will be tripled there, rendering another attempt at assassination impossible. This is quite a predicament."

"Have you considered, Minister, simply asking the President to relinquish power? Did that thought ever cross your mind?"

"Of course. If the President acted alone, he would be easy to convince. But Caleb will never allow him to give up power. He does not trust us like our beloved President does."

"So, get rid of him."

"Impossible. He will join the President in the bunker."

"I think it's time we took matters into our own hands, then. I am God as far as my army is concerned. They will take my orders over their so-called Commander-in-Chief."

"That's treason, General."

"So be it."