Tsuvarian Government Overthrown!
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The small country of Tsuvaria had its government overthrown in one of the bloodiest civil wars of the relatively young country's history. Lead by Sayou Shoji, the revolutionists slowly manufactured low tech weaponry to overtake the government. The antiquated military of the former Tsuvaria, which was armed only with single shot rifles and six shot pistols, was overwhelmed by the spear throwing and arrow launching grassroots revolutionists.
After 15 years of bloody fighting, the government finally collapsed in the quiet hours of Thursday morning only three days ago. The Dictator was assassinated in his home, while using the lavatory by a black clothed individual carrying a sword. Shortly after Sayou Shoji stepped up to power to lead the nation in its conversion to Kindris. The war torn country is expected to recover very quickly given the extreme loyalty of the populace to their new leader.
Sayou Shoji is relatively unknown to the rest of the world, however several small yet no longer existent South Pacific nations were once quite familiar with his name. He in fact lead the former dictator into power through assassination of the opposing army's generals. It seems now he is his people's Patriot.
More will be revealed in the coming days as the new leader sits more comfortably in power.
The news of the revolution reaches the Office of Central Monitering and Survalence in Hutu shortly before it breaks world-wide. The Officer in command at OCMS immediatly calls the Premier's aid in the capitol.
"Hello, we've got urgent news for the Premier." the Officer blurts out.
"What is it sir?" The female asks.
"Tell the Premier, a revolution has occured in..." He pauses to look over the file on the computer a moment. "In, Kindris, where ever the hell that is." He stops again to pull the phone away and yell at someone in the hall. "Find out where Kindris is ASAP!" He comes back to the phone and continues. "Sorry, where was I... Oh yea, there was a revolution in Kindris, Sayou Shoji is in power. The government looks weak, but has the backing of the people. This maybe a hot spot as it was a very bloody revolution."
"Ok, so anything else?" She asks again.
"Yes, ask the Premier if we should send in any ambasadors or agents and if we should upgrade their report from level Blue(2) to Yellow(3)"
"Alright, i'll call him up now." The female hangs up the phone then picks it right back up dialing the Premiers office.
"Hello." The Premier grunts out.
"Hello Sir, I just got word from the OCMS that a revolution has occured in Kindris and a Sayou Shoji is now leading a very weak yet heavily supported government. They want to know if we should send in agents."
"Hmm, well, this should be interesting, since there's only been about 5 revolutions worldwide in the past year. I think i'll have their file put to level Yellow. While your at it, have 5 of our agents activated and briefed on the situation. Now for my part i'll send a letter to Mr. Shoji."
"Ok sir." The woman and the premier hang up the phone and the Premier goes about typing the letter.
To: Mr Shoji
From: Premier Roach
Comrade Shoji,
Our nations has taken an interest in your current events and welcomes you to leadership with open arms. We fully support your cause and would like to offer the sale of some of our older tanks and rifles to your nation for your army. We do this out of the good will of our hearts, and support of your actions. We are not doing this to ensure our safety in the future, we would never belittle others for our own good. This is merely our way of saying welcome, welcome to the world.
Sincerely,
Premier Roach
Silently, a lone figure shuffles through a narrow corridor, his body bent slightly, arms cradling one another at the small of his back. His thoughts linger on the blood shed, old wounds and new that mar his body. He pauses at a low archway, staring into a room extravagantly decorated in greenery, it brings deep lines along his worn face. Dark eyes narrow from deep sockets as he steps shoeless into the chamber. He speaks in a voice that betrays the ragged man that weilds it.
"Mmmm.....Decadence." his gaze sweeps the grand display of plants and incense and tapestries. The bronze buddha rests in perfect harmony despite the trappings of the last regime.
He comes to kneel before the statue and shuts his eyes, fingers playing over wooden beads that coil about his soiled hands. The blood leaves his mind and he silently finds peace. If it were all to end at this moment, it would be perfect. He waited for the enlightenment among the destruction.
"Most Revered Voice of Enlightenment" it would not come this night.
"Yes?" his voice echoes the displeasure of his being interrupted.
"The soldiers have captured the general. He is being brought here." her voice was an elegant soprano which brought with it the scent of the cherry trees. He did not rise to address her. With his new position came an expected distance. It was this very thing that lulled many emperor's before him into corruption.
"See that General Miura has been prepared for my arrival. I will to him shortly." the tone of his voice was weighted with solidarity. He intended to return to meditation. "Thank you Aiko." he could almost hear the smile in her voice.
"Yes." with that she was gone.
The sun rises long after the new leader of Kindris receives his throne. The people closest to him gather, military and social advisors silently looking on at a kneeling man meticulously bathed and dressed before them. They say nothing, only watch as he inks out what will be his last words.
Finally the Emperor speaks, seeing the defeated General set his brush down. It is a ceremony of sorts from times no longer relavant to the world. "Your capture was most disappointing to me. I expected more from a soldier. I am the new voice of the people. I am the people now. I should hope your followers realize this at your end and find similar honor as yourself."
With a wave of his hand, the new leader of Kindris signals the man to read what has been written, a stoic look upon his face. General Miura began to read, his voice echoing among the large hall. "I am a soldier."
The man folded the paper around the knife before him and plunged it into his stomach, and leaned forward, pain written on his features. The attendant off to his side, made no motion given to watching the body quiver for a moment. There was a smirk upon his face. Finally he removed the man's head entirely, letting it roll across the floor a bit in dishonor.
"Remove this filth. The people will hear this letter that has come to us."
A young girl, no more than 11 stepped into the hall and bowed deeply. Her child's voice was soothing, the news which the letter brought was unexpected, but not unwelcome. A heavy silence filled the Court before the Emperor rose, in all the pomp and stance that went with the Court.
"We will send to them a letter. We will write it ourselves."
Some time later, the once elegantly dressed man now rested in his study, a blade at his side and a pen in his hand. He wrote in the broad strokes of his own language, which would be translated by a lesser person of station in order to be sent to this Premier. Its contents:
We would give you audience, should you so desire to discuss these things of which you speak. We from Kindris happily look upon the world in fascination. We expect that your kind words hold much weight in this new station in which we have found ourselves; the world. It is our hope, to experience this world in all of its splendor; even more so with help such as your own.
In Auspicious Gathering,
The People's Republic of Kindris
Translated by: Le Himura
The Premier sits in his office with a few of his aids as he reads the message aloud. The others in the room nod listening and not saying much after the Premier is finished. He stands slowly walking around his desk and dusting off his military like uniform that he often wears locking his hands behind his back and staring out the window at the snowy landscape. With a slight cough he begins to speak, "Gentlemen, this is the begining of a strong allience to be built, I believe this could benifit both sides if the deal is struck properly."
The Premier continues to stare out the window, "If.." he pauses and looks up at the large painting on the dome roof. "If we have a weapon like this." He points at the awe striking painting.
"Perhaps if we brought them to see that sir?" One aid in the corner of the room says.
"No, thats not what I meen you simpleton." Premier Roach says disapprovingly, "We need to impress them, do something that truely shows our character. We must send them aid to recover their nation."
"Ah, yes that the perfect idea sir." The aid concurs.
"Get this message to Comrade Shoji, and also, have 3 of my guards briefed for a trip."
Once the Premier is finished speaking a small woman rushes in an sits with a small laptop and types up the message as follows:
Comrade Shoji,
I suppose we can be taken as Comrades this soon in our affairs? If not I do appologise for my being so foreward. I will be planning to make the trip to your nation within the next few days with three of my guards if you don't mind. Also, I am sending you before hand 65 Million dollars in aid to get your country's economy running. Again, if you would like when I arrive I could bring some of my engineers with me to build your military facilities and power plants if you would like. See you when I arrive.
Premier James Roach
Chancland
24-12-2003, 00:11
December 23, 2003
-=Office of the President of Chancland=-
The President read through the small section in the paper which described the revolution in this foreign country. Chanc I, knew little about it as a country and just a tad bit about its leader.
"Hmm...I would like to send a telegram to this...new leader of...K..K..that foreign country...I don't recall its name..."
"Of course, sir, shall I write it by hand then send it?" an aid asked.
He nodded and began addressing the telegram....the finished copy being this:
'President' Shoji,
Chancland would like to welcome you into power. While we know little of your country or yourself we hope to one day soon enough develop a diplomatic state with eachother. While we understand the hardships you will be going through in your period of reconstruction there is little we ourselves can do. Therefore we would like to wire you $50 million USD. While we have no 'relationship' amongst eachothers countries I hope to one day soon develop one. Good luck and god speed.
-President Chanc I
Ruler of Chancland
It took little more than an hour to have the original and translated copies of the Enlightened One's letters sent out to their destination. As with all things in Kindris, it was a matter of formality:
Comrade James Roach,
It is with much pleasure that we bring ourselves to accept your much needed assistance. Our rule of the country is now absolute, and it would please us beyond your ability to comprehend to have your presence within our borders.
We have done much study of cultures similar to your own, and we have since trained to speak openly with you; including the native tongue of your home land. We would graciously accept this money you bear, in the hopes to repay you with a possible alliance that can not be undone. Shall you aid us, so shall you be aided.
With Our Regards,
Sayou Shoji
Translaed by: Le Himura
Careful consideration of the letter causes the Emperor, robed upon his throne, to furrow his brow. His face lifts from the letter, translated so that he may read it. As he does so, the small girl before him immediately lowers her eyes and attempts to lower herself more so to the floor. He simply waves a hand and lets the letter drop to the floor, which the girl immediately scampers to gather in her small fingers which are tipped with a fine red lacquer.
"Bring the translator and advisors. There is something to be discussed." without out a word the girl rises and bows, taking three steps back before turning and leaving.
The doors slide shut with the dull thud of wood on wood before he turns to a rather battle hardened man with a missing eye. The man leans close to hear the soft words of the emperor. His face tenses for a moment before nodding, bowing and escaping the chambers. It is at that very moment the advisors begin to filter into the chamber.
"We wish to know more of this Chancland. Discover the information for us." Immediately four men excused themselves.
"Craft a letter to this place. Inform them of our obvious suspicion of outsiders. Be sure that it does not insult their gracious nature. We would perhaps align ourselves with them. We expect all you know in 48 hours." the translators began to write furiously. As they did so, the Emperor continued on. He spoke this time to an advisor dressed in dull colors which noted battle readiness. His arms were upon his person, two blades of varying length. "Prepare what forces we can spare to welcome our potential visitors."
All things were settling into place. It was the time to build great bridges to substantiate future alliances.
The Premiers large trans-continental jet touches down at the airport in the capitol city of Kindris. The plane lands just behind two Hutuian Fighters and just infront of a third fighter/bombers. As the plane taxies up to the buildings of the airport the Premier sits in a large chair in the upper deck of the plane infront of a large table. On the other end of the table is his right hand man and General of the Army, Troy Romonov. also on each side of the table are a total of 4 men dressed in black suits, with red ties with a deep red star on them.
Each of the men are just over 6'4" and look to weigh 230lbs. All the men are clean shaven and wear dark black sunglasses and black leather gloves. The men carry a small machine-pistol concealed under their suit jackets and under the shirt under their suits they wear a heavy kevlar vest. The four men are known as, Ketchka, Victor, Gewher, and Nibichek. Or by their code names Eagle K, Eagle V, Falcon G and Falcon N.
As the Premier walks towards the exit of the plane Eagle K and V take up position just behind him and General Romonov waits a few moments before following with Falcon G and N taking up position behind the general. As the Premier and General leave the plane they walk out of a side door and are ushered toward a caravan of large trucks that were brought along in the belley of the jet.
Eagle K and the Premier get into the second truck in the line while Eagle V jumps in the front truck with a lone driver. The General also gets in the truck with the Premier and Falcon G and N get into the 3rd and final vehicle in the line, a small Humvee like jeep with a roof mounted 7.62mm machine gun. Falcon G sits in the pasenger side and picks up an assult rifle from the rear and Falcon N sits in the roof seat resting an arm on the machine gun.
As the caravan moves out the Premier sends Comrade Shoji a message from his laptop computer he has in his truck.
To: Comrade Shoji
From: Premier Roach
Comrade,
I am on my way to meet you and your government and am bringing along a few trucks and a couple friends, hope you don't mind. My General is coming along aswell, perhaps he can discus the building of your military. I also have some documents on one of your friends that you might like. Also, I congradulate you on the news of learning Russian for my arrival. Although I meen no disrespect I have a bit more important things to deal with at this time, but I do plan to learn your language one day so we can converse freely in either nation.
Premier James Roach
As the vehicles belonging to the Hutu Premier arrive at the expansive albeit ancient looking palace of the new leader of Kindris, a virtual army of soldiers line the road. Each of them are dressed in armor that harks of times long since passed, bright colored lacquer over wood and sections of steel. Many of the soldiers wear helmets with ornate symbols attached, some even have deer horns atop them. Others have their faces hidden behind metallic masks which bear the face of demons from the land's culture. Weaponry is devoid of guns it would seem, yet one can imagine they really do not need them.
As the convoy pulls to a stop before the palace, small girls in heavy brocade stand in wait, greeting the visitors in both the land's native tongue as well as the visitors' own language. The sun looms high in the clear blue sky, as the soldiers begin to file in formation behind the entering interlopers. It seems pleasantries are abound when the vehicles are placed into neutral and pushed by laborers to unknown locations once the visitors have managed to get inside.
Silence hangs heavy in the air as the main chamber is opened for the Premier and his associates. As they stand in patient wait, a large throne is presented to them; within the confines of the hulking, yet simple wooden chair is a man of short stature, his body encased in armor that seems of a much less ornate nature than that of the soldiers previous. His face is pleasant, but within his eyes a calculating ceature rests.
He does not speak, rather a signaled translator; intorducing himself, applies the rough tongue of Russian. "It is with great pleasure that we find you in our Court. First, would would ask that you sit. Secondly, we ask that you forgive my; and when I say 'my' I mean the Emperor of course, inability to speak your language. It would be of a dishonorable nature to speak foreign words with my own mouth."
The pause that lingers is only momentary as the Emperor speaks in a hushed manner to the translator. The men of Hutu look between one another before being drawn back to the translator. "I am Le Himura. You may call me Himura. The Emperor invites you to join him in the dining room. Where food and drink may be obtained for our talks."
With that, the shrinking group of people make their way from the throne room to an ancillary parlor, where excess items are removed and placed in a safe area. As is becoming apparent, young girls no older than 13 accompany the foreigners to acquaint them with the eating utensils and different foods that will be served. Etiquette is high on their priority list, and even the mistakes which border on silly are explained with an almost sincere smile.