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Coup in the armed republic of rebel grots (RP ONLY)

imported_Rebel Grots
05-12-2003, 15:48
This is a continuation of a past post. People who can't RP will be soundly ignored. This is more of a diplomatic RP than a military one, nations that send X number of troops/bombs/planes/giant kittens will be ignored.

The past thread was "new socialist/communist coalition formed"


Quote, speech by President of the Republic of Kristinuria:

" These are troubled times. As we struggle to maintain the peaceful, sensible yet open way of life that has characterised Kristinuria through the ages, we find global peace and prosperity threatened once more by the aggressive rhetoric of representatives of an ideology masquerading as humanity but practicing inhumanity, hatred and folly. Grots, Likon and Rosvoll have declared their intention to pursue their self-chosen conflict with what hey see as the capitalist world without relenting. We Kristinurians have never classified ourselves in such crass terms, but we have no doubt that these nations would include us in this category. To their leaders, I would say that they will find Kristinuria both willing and able to defend our borders against any threat, and to offer assistance to fellow nations threatened by aggression - let us never forget our glorious national motto. To you, my own people, I would say that this - what better justification could we get of the correctness of our recent heavy investments in national defence than these words of hatred, spite and threats."



Quote from speech by president Gazkhull

"Comrades, many other glorious nations including fellow socialists have critisised our policies lately. To them I say but this, we have no intention of invading our comrades. Many times the tides of war have caught our nation and we have been swept about, but each and every time a capitalistic/imperialistic nation has been the agressor. There is no denying this fact. Their answer to things that they do not like is simple, bomb it! We, on the other hand, do not propose an assault on every non-commie nation. Hell, we're not even commies ourselves. All we want is to be able to defend ourselves and our socialist comrades.
Some countries fear we will attack them without cause. We are not warmongerers, many pacts and alliances of this nature have been formed in the past without incident. Why now, you say? The answer is simple, the imperialists do not want us to unite! They wish for us to be scattered, divided, leaderless, so that they can take us out one by one. Well boy have I got news for them, we won't let them!
*cheering*


(in this speech the president mentions imperialists, please note that we don't classify non-commies as imperialists)



"So", says the Kristinurian Ambassador with a sly smile as he sidles over to his Grotian colleague, "Did your President make up his mind yet about whether he wants to threaten the world or reassure it?".

The Grotian ambassador supresses an embarrassed grimace, and replies "Well, hopefully these last statements have cleared the matter up. Misunderstandings among friends are unfortunate."

"As are misunderstandings among imperialist dogs and socialist brethren" replies the Kristinurian ambassador. "Ruffled a few feathers he did, and those feathers will I fear remain ruffled for some time on. But I am sure the President will be extra mindful of his phrasing in the future. Anyway, as always, the politicians only ever care about their own public image and it is up to humble servants such as ourselves to make it our constant toil to sweep up the pieces, never complaining of our hardships. Those salmon canapees any good?"



Ambassador Heinrich tried some more of the salmon canapees and looked at his colleague. "Propaganda has it's uses, but it's damn hard to clean up after it." he poured himself some more pure scotch single-malt whisky and said. "I'm sure that the president wished to assure the world that there is no pact of agression, but as usual he screwed up." Heinrich liked the Kristurnian ambassador, he was a solid, dependable man, and they both shared the same burden, stupid politicians. "there are rumors flying about" He said. "people think that president Gazkhull was involved in the death of the former president waaghman. Waaghman was mad, but it was a horrible incident. He died in a tragic "accident" involving a speeding escelator, but all the hubbub sorrounding his death was overshadowed by the first invasion of our ally, communist Likon. But now, those rumors are back. I don't know what to think. President Gazkhull is a good man, but a terrible international politician. He's getting the entire world on his neck." Heinrich sighed and took another sip of his drink. "Any extra-salty peanuts left?"



"No" replied the Kristinurian ambassador, "but try some of these goose liver pate rolls, they're really not bad". Helping himself to a glass of wine, he paused reflectively while rolling the glass under his nose, before continuing. "You know, it would help as well if our esteemed President would stay off the Churchillian circuit for ten minutes. Now, regarding your President, our intelligence chappies tells us basically the same story. As likeable, solid and dependable a homicidal maniac as you can find. Psychotic, but fair. Can be relied upon to maintain internal cohesion, by means of falling elevators or otherwise, they say. But international statements of this kind, that's something else entirely. Makes everybody jumpy. Makes the politicians grab for the microphones. Makes the Generals' trigger fingers itch. 73 Latour, I'd say. One of my favorites."


Heinrich was impressed, this ambassador really knew his stuff, both politics and wine. Too bad he had forgotten his colleagues name. He wrinkled his nose at the goose liver pate rolls, and took a bit of the plain chocolate bar he always had in his shirt pocket. "We could come to a mutually benefitial agreement you know." He said. "Our "glorious" president thinks of you as a sensible, fair and comradely nation. If we cooperate and play our cards right, we could turn this to both of ours, I mean our countries, benefit."


Ambassador von Klinckerhofen smiled genially at these words. "My friend, I would urge you to advise your president not to make any hasty public announcements to this effect. In the present political climate, any such initiative would be bound to be met with polite but firm rebuff. Might be a bit embarrassing to both sides really. No, much better if our respective masters simply leave one another in peace for the time being." The ambassadors gaze followed a highly attractive waitress as she passed, carrying a tray of pastries. "I say, I wouldn't mind sinking my teeth into a couple of those delicious buns" he observed.


Ambassador Heinrich smiled, this colleague knew everything, politics, wine, whomen, food, irony and sarcasm. He wondered if von Klinckerhofen had understood his hint about his plans about seizing power for the good of the people. No matter, he had contacted the Kristinurian government, general Herman was completing the final arrangements, and everything was proceeding to plan. Damn politicians, to degrade a man like him to an ambassador, they would all pay soon, he swore on it.


On the pretext of going for the buns, ambassador von Klinckerhofen made his excuses to Heinrich. He was already mulling over the report he clearly had to dispatch to capital that same evening. It was apparent from Heinrichs words that trouble might be brewing among the Grots. He wondered if Heinrich had understood from his response that there could be no question of Kristinuria tying itself directly or indirectly to their alliance, and from his lack of response to his hints about internal going-ons that his country certainly could not be expected to do anything as fraught with risk as to engage in actions that could only be construed as blatant meddling in the internal affairs of other countries. It was not difficult to imagine the current President's reaction if it was discovered that Kristinuria had actively sponsored a failed coup against him, it would constitute more or less an act of war in fact. Personally, of course, he sympathised with his colleague, whom he regarded as essentially upright, decent and capable. To see him propelled to a position of high influence in a hitherto problematical nation was an appealing prospect. But he was certain that his government would never seriously consider such a course of action, and he was determined not to be drawn on the subject. And who knows, perhaps he had misunderstood heinrich's hints, though he was somehow sure he hadn't.



Heinrich watched von Klinckerhofen follow the waitress, he smiled. But his smile turned into a frown when he thought about the balant refuses to assist his plans. This was for the people, THE PEOPLE! Couldn't they understand? He rose from the table, went out the door and stepped into his limousine. "Take me home Hans" he told the driver.

Private Klaus watched the ambassador get into the car from the roof of a nearby office building. The plan was in motion. THERE! The car had stopped, as planned, he had the ambassador's head in the sight of his sniper rifle. this was what he had been trained to do, find the target, take aim, lock, *FIRE*

Ambassador Heinrich looked at his driver, Hans, in annoyance. Hans was staring at him as though he had risen from the grave, as though he should be dead. "Why did you stop just now Hans?" He asked. Hans shok his head. "Engine trouble", he mumbled and got out of he car. After a sigarette he came back and started driving again. Heirich was puzzled.

Private Wulf breathed out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The ambassador was alive, but it had been a close call. He put his silenced pistol away, hoisted the body of the dead sniper onto his shoulders and started down the stairs.



Agent Neumann of the Kristinurian Secret Service lowered his binoculars. He had been following Wulf for some days. Having recovered from the dazzling series of events he had just witnessed, it was clear to him what had just transpired. Hurriedly, he made his way to ambassador von Klinckerhofen's residence.

von Klinckerhofen listened attentively to Neumann's report. Having first called, and woken, his embassy secretary, ordering him to get over to the embassy pronto and get the classified communication system up and working, he paused to consider the matter. It seemed far from certain that his colleague was even aware that an attempt on his life had taken place, and who knew if this Wulf character would tell him. The fact that the car had stopped indicated that his driver was in on it. It was clear that danger had not passed. On the other hand, it was also clear that he was being protected. It was abundantly clear that they were witnessing some severe grotian politicla infighting. He made his decision.

"Stay on Wulf's trail" he ordered Neumann. "But be sure to keep a low profile. We can't afford to get involved in this, but I don't want to see the ambassador dead. Got it?" Neumann nodded, and left.

von Klinckerhofen then considered his further options. He would have liked to warn Heinrich, but of course he could not do so by phone, and nor could he plausibly come calling at this hour. No - there was nothing else for it, he'd have to wager that this Wulf character could keep up the protection, and try to get a few words with Heinrich the next morning, at the George Bush Memorial Reception.



Grand General Herman Krieger took another puff at his cigar. He had just been reading through the reports from his agents. "Attempted assasination, ambassador Heinrich?" It seemed someone knew what Heinrich and himself were cooking up, he mused. Good, that made it all a lot more challenging. what did he care if Heinrich got wacked, he was a liability anyway. He blew another smoke-ring and propped his feet up on his desk. He wondered if it were the agents of the president himself who were after Heinrich. He had almost expected that. The president hadn't gotten where he was by being careless, neither had Herman. He glanced at his troop's statistics again. The former "royal" guard were loyal to the president, so was the home guard in the capital and the presidents private army. The rest was Herman's. Herman smiled, "Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen" He said in his best evil emperor voice. He chuckled a bit, blew another smoke ring, and settled in for his afternoon nap.

Private Wulf was tired, but not exhausted. He sat in the window of his hotel room, directly opposite the street to ambassador Heinrich's room. He clutched the former sniper's sniper rifle in his hands and sat, unmoving, and waited.........

Meanwhile the president was enjoying his evening jacuzzi. he fondly stroked one of the many whomen sorrounding him, and frowned at the many armed guards, telling them to leave. they made everything so military and formal...
06-12-2003, 11:12
The next day, as the ambassadors were filing out of the reception room after being treated to an hour-long speech, von Klinckerhofen gently steered his Grotian colleague to a corner of the hall whilst commenting loudly on the lamentable state of the weather. Once they were out of earshot, he lowered his voice. "There is something you should know, and please do not ask me how I know. First of all, however, please put your glass down on that table", he said.

Heinrich ignored this, querying instead, "What? What is it you have to tell me?"

von Klinckerhofen sighed. "Someone attempted to assasinate you last night, as you were driving back from the reception" he said.

Heinrich dropped his glass to the floor, where it broke with an ear-deafening crack.
imported_Rebel Grots
06-12-2003, 17:09
It took all of Heinrich's skill to refrain from shouting, though his brain silently screamed "WHAT?" He thought about it, ignoring the stares of other colleauges. "Hans!" he said under his breath. Von Klinckerhofen looked puzzled. "He is my driver, and he acted very strangely yesterday. He suddenly stopped the car and waited for something to happen, nothing happened, and he looked flummuxed." He waved a waiter over to clean up the mess and led Von Klinckerhofen out of the double doors. "The president must be onto me, I mean us. What did your government say?"

Wulf shifted his fake moustache, it itched. He gripped the wheel of his volvo-140 tighter, there was the amassador along with a foreigner. He started the engine and stubbed his zigarette.

The president had just finished reading his report about "anti-him" activities, curious, this was a quiet week, only four troublemakers silenced. But one of them had gotten away........

General Herman finished detailing his plans to his closest officers. The "royal" guard would be lured out of the capital to the presidents summer residens, and a division of elite commandoes disguised as guerillas would overwhelm the home guard. The general would then march into the capital, fake a battle against the "guerillas", "liberate" the people, and replace the president as ruler of Rebel Grots.
07-12-2003, 13:21
"My Government", replied von Klinckerhofen, "officially knows nothing about this, and is inofficially simply taking note that trouble is brewing in the armed republic of Grots. We like to stay abreast of things, but of course we cannot get involved. I am, as it were, telling you this in a personal capacity. One does not like to see one's colleagues get murdered."

They walked a little while in silence.

"You are right about your driver" said von Klinckerhofen. "That is, if my intelligence is accurate, which it usually is. Another thing. You are definitely being protected. The man who tried to assasinate you did not live long enough to squeeze the trigger. But doubtlessly, you are already aware of this?" He looked questioningly at Heinrich, who did not reply.

"Be that as it may. We are keeping an eye on things, and I shall feel duty bound as a colleague to provide you with whatever informtion that comes my way that would assist you in the task of staying alive. I would advise the utmost caution. In the meantime - " said von Klinckerhofen, stopping and turning to Heinrich with a decisive look - "Could you tell me what the hell is going on?"
imported_Rebel Grots
07-12-2003, 19:31
Heinrich thought he could trust the man, but he was not careless. "Truth be told," he said "I have no idea what's going on."

General Herman smiled, who needed Heirich's stupid factions and ideas of a people's revolution. Things were working out much better without Heinrich here. Answering an apparent distress call from the president, the entire "royal" guard had left the capital by train.

Meanwhile the president had nothing near distress on his mind. He enjoyed himself, in the company of multiple whomen, behind closed doors.

sgt. Franz von Marienburg crept closer to the road. His "guerillas" fanned out behind him. It would begin today, he had his orders. The 20 men sat, and waited. The tourist bus would soon be here, and it would finally begin.