NationStates Jolt Archive

The afternoon sun was hot and dry, but that wasn’t what was bothering him. Max Forester, “loyal” citizen and soldier, had much on his mind, currently free from his therapy armband. One of few in the country exempt for wearing one, as least while he was here, a remote training compound. “God, I hope the General knows what the hell he’s doing!” he mumbled.

Looking around for a hill over the camp, to the left was the firing range and live-fire course. Just above them was the urban combat section, fake city and all. An explosion goes off in the city. “Well, they didn’t get the bank again but they are getting better” he said out loud to no one.

He looked to the center of the compound, out side the barrack were hundreds of people marching, drilling and exercising. A group of doctors and medics were leaving the mess hall head back to the biological/chemical weapons center. A shiver when up his spine and he thought to himself, if we go thought with this we’ll never survive.
He slapped his forehead to clear his mind, he mustn’t think such things. He mustn’t think. He kept thinking that over and over again, and looked forward to putting his armband back on once his was done here.

“Commander Forester, how is the training going.” asked a visiting minister.

“Great, just great. Tell the General that we’ll whip our comrade in to shape in no time” he replied, hope he sounded convincing.

“Good. The General is really excited about this project and wants to see some action soon. Their not going to know what hit them, damn the General is smart,” said the minister not noticing Max checking to see if his armband was on and active. It was.

[i]“To our glorious leader, General Mani, to the revolution and to our comrades struggling against their oppressors. May their sacrifices not go unnoticed,” he said, praying that he wouldn't regret any of this later.

That evening Max Forester was happy, peaceful and in love with his leader, General Mani. He didn’t have a care in the world and knew without think that the General was right. The training of foreign revolutionary, terrorist and militants must surely be right, because his glorious General Mani said so. And yes, his armband was on and active.

Long Live General Mani and his revolution!

So what is General Mani, anyway? A Nazi? A communist? What?

ooc:...and the International Communty of Small, Terror Prone Nations makes a big UH OH!.

OOC
General Mani is a great leader, a knowing … oops, sorry about that my armband was on … he’s a Stalinist.
You know a good old Uncle Stalin, he’s out for the people. A progressive in a hurry. Willing to settle issues with a nice polite discussion so long as he has gun to everyone else’s head.
:wink:

Command Max Forester sat reading the latest report for the People’s Commissary for Foreign Affairs. People’s Commissary, not Ministry. No longer was it enough to rid the country of capitalists but now to rid the language and mindset of capitalist thoughts. Again his thought wandered toward dangerous thoughts. Damn it, he had to stop doing that, but resisted the temptation to activate his therapy armband. It interfered with his abilities to think clearly, and right now he had to think.

Looking up the only other person in the room, “Officer Carett, this list of new arrives include groups that are not our normal candidate types. I’ve never in heard of most that them on the list, and I received nearly all the reports on revolutionary activities. Like this group, the Young Lords of …”

Political Officer Carett smiled as she cut him off, and said in soft, sickly sweet voice, “The Council of People’s Commissars has expanded the lists and made offers of support and training to parties that don’t necessarily agree with our principles, but no nothing of our plans and reasons. The Young Lords are a street gang that is ruthless in their control of their tuff. And under your training, they will achieve even greater status and further terror.”

She continued, but her voice was so sickly sweet now, “Our project will include all kinds of groups; street gangs, criminal organizations, militias of nearly all political types, etc. You haven't got to the part in the report on the revision in our overall strategy. But in short, governments and societies, like an old oak, are strong and can resist more external pressure. And like an old oak that is diseased, governments and societies can be destroyed from within. That you know of our stratagy, but the Council has decided to accelerate these ailments of other nations. Many of the capitalist, democracy, and even some of the fascist governments have group opposed to them in their own society. And its these groups that we will seek out and train.”

“So seeds of their destruction already exist, we are just going to fertilize them,” he responded.

“Exactly. And once they have be forced to take extreme measures to stop the disorder and anarchy, they will be show as the oppressor that they truly are,” she responded with a evil, twisted smile. He quickly glace to see if her armband was on, it wasn’t!

Max nodded in agreement, while try to hide the shock that she could think this way while not under her therapy. And again he looked forward to turning his armband on tonight, so he would have to think about any of this.