Decisive Action
20-09-2004, 22:51
Czar Roger Fabus turned twenty (20) years old about 3-4 weeks ago, his birthday present from the National Front Party is finally ready.
Roger calmly walked up the stairs of the podium at the Party stadium in Philadelphia, Mississippi; approximately eight million people were crammed into the stadium and the surrounding areas. Many who couldn’t see were watching the screens that transmitted the footage from the cameras that covered every angle.
Everywhere one looked, the only sight were teenage boys in their black Fabus Youth uniforms, standing tall and proud, their Czar was here...
The leader of the Fabus Youth, Otto Witt (Father of General Fritz Witt) shouted into the microphone, “Youth your leader, leader, your youth!”, as he turned to salute Roger.
The two hundred thousand Fabus Youth present immediately snapped to attention, and promptly threw their left arms into the air, shouting “Hail Fabus!”
Witt spoke boldly and proudly, “The youth obey their leader! What is your honor?”
The youth all replied in unison, their voices echoing and booming throughout the stadium, “My honor is loyalty!”
Witt replied, “Recite your oath of loyalty for your leader!”
In unison, the words sounded out:
"I swear by almighty God this sacred oath, I will render unconditional obedience to the Czar of the Mississippian Federation and people, Roger Fabus,
Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces, and, as a brave soldier, I will be ready at any time to stake my life for this oath."
Roger threw his left arm into the air, “Hail Victory!” he cried out, the youths immediately followed suit, and the cheer of “Hail Victory” drowned out any other noises, the engines of the tanks, the fighter planes going by overhead.
Otto Witt stood back and let the words flow from his mouth, as though naturally, “Holy Czar, I present you with the gift of undying loyalty of your youth, and their service to you in the Republican Guard. We are now forming nine new Republican Guard Armored Divisions from the youths you see here before you. Youth, salute your leader!”
Immediately over two hundred thousand arms went straight and rigid, out into the air, “Hail Fabus!” the cry went out again.
Roger spoke calmly into the microphone, “Youth, at ease.” Immediately they all dropped their arms and stood at ease. He began to speak to them, as was his manner, he started softly and would work himself up into a frenzy, different from his father, who always seemed to start strong and smooth out along the way.
(Roger) “Youth of Mississippi, you have been endowed by our great God with a special task, a special task indeed. You have been blessed and honored with the opportunity, the rare honor to join the Republican Guard. Field Marshal Witt has informed me that your years of training in the youth regiments have been successfully completed, and that now you will move on to form nine Republican Guard Armored Divisions.”
Roger paused for a second, the youths hanging on his every word, the glint in each boys eye as their leader stared out at them.
He clenched his hand into a fist and gestured with it, “Those who would dare oppose you in battle must know that the price of their insolence is total and utter ruin!” He brought his fist down against the palm of his other hand; the youths were excited and anxious now, wanting to hear more.
He stood back a few feet and was behind the podium now, he put both hands firmly on it, then bellowed into the microphone, “No one shall dare oppose you, for no one would dare take such a risk as to incur your wrath. You are holy warriors in a holy war, soldiers of God! Soldiers of Mississippi! Your families look to you to lead this nation into the future; the Mississippian youth are the Mississippian future. You my Mississippian boys and my Mississippian girls, you are the future.” He paused for a brief second to run a hand through his hair, then he cleared his throat, “Mississippian youth are Mississippi!”
He stepped away from the podium before he threw his left arm into the air, slicing rapidly through the air and straight out. “Hail Victory!”, he brought his arm back down, then out again, “Hail Victory!”, repeating the process again, “Hail Victory!”
With each thrust of the arm and the cry of “Hail Victory”, the youths present all followed suit.
Roger walked off down the stage, shook hands with a few dozen of the youths in the front, the clamor to shake his hand was such that SRG men had to physically hold back hundreds of youths. After signing a few autographs, Roger stepped into a waiting Cadillac and his driver took him back towards Stalingrad.
Meanwhile the youths began to receive their division assignments, the RG Armored Division Battle Order was being altered, and numerical designations changed to accommodate the youth divisions.
Ooc- About Otto Witt
Field Marshal Otto Witt (44) Field Marshal in the High Command, director of the Fabus Youth, he was responsible for the 1987 law that mandated membership in the Fabus Youth. He is one of the staunchest supporters of the Fabus regime and the National Front Party. His son Fritz Witt is the commander of the 31st (formerly 30th) Republican Guard Armored Division, the original Fabus Youth Division. IQ 162
Ooc- I’m going to update my fact book shortly to reflect the addition of these youth divisions. (Note these youths are all between 16-18)
Ooc- This is basically a move to increase the size and combat power of the Republican Guard since the civil war is now basically over and we need more soldiers that have undying loyalty to the regime and to Czar Fabus. Surprisingly, less than 400,000 civilians and 300,000 soldiers were killed or wounded in the brief several week long civil war. It was intense, but little damage occurred to infrastructure as most battles were in remote areas, with the exception being the battle for the suburbs of Jackson City.
Roger calmly walked up the stairs of the podium at the Party stadium in Philadelphia, Mississippi; approximately eight million people were crammed into the stadium and the surrounding areas. Many who couldn’t see were watching the screens that transmitted the footage from the cameras that covered every angle.
Everywhere one looked, the only sight were teenage boys in their black Fabus Youth uniforms, standing tall and proud, their Czar was here...
The leader of the Fabus Youth, Otto Witt (Father of General Fritz Witt) shouted into the microphone, “Youth your leader, leader, your youth!”, as he turned to salute Roger.
The two hundred thousand Fabus Youth present immediately snapped to attention, and promptly threw their left arms into the air, shouting “Hail Fabus!”
Witt spoke boldly and proudly, “The youth obey their leader! What is your honor?”
The youth all replied in unison, their voices echoing and booming throughout the stadium, “My honor is loyalty!”
Witt replied, “Recite your oath of loyalty for your leader!”
In unison, the words sounded out:
"I swear by almighty God this sacred oath, I will render unconditional obedience to the Czar of the Mississippian Federation and people, Roger Fabus,
Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces, and, as a brave soldier, I will be ready at any time to stake my life for this oath."
Roger threw his left arm into the air, “Hail Victory!” he cried out, the youths immediately followed suit, and the cheer of “Hail Victory” drowned out any other noises, the engines of the tanks, the fighter planes going by overhead.
Otto Witt stood back and let the words flow from his mouth, as though naturally, “Holy Czar, I present you with the gift of undying loyalty of your youth, and their service to you in the Republican Guard. We are now forming nine new Republican Guard Armored Divisions from the youths you see here before you. Youth, salute your leader!”
Immediately over two hundred thousand arms went straight and rigid, out into the air, “Hail Fabus!” the cry went out again.
Roger spoke calmly into the microphone, “Youth, at ease.” Immediately they all dropped their arms and stood at ease. He began to speak to them, as was his manner, he started softly and would work himself up into a frenzy, different from his father, who always seemed to start strong and smooth out along the way.
(Roger) “Youth of Mississippi, you have been endowed by our great God with a special task, a special task indeed. You have been blessed and honored with the opportunity, the rare honor to join the Republican Guard. Field Marshal Witt has informed me that your years of training in the youth regiments have been successfully completed, and that now you will move on to form nine Republican Guard Armored Divisions.”
Roger paused for a second, the youths hanging on his every word, the glint in each boys eye as their leader stared out at them.
He clenched his hand into a fist and gestured with it, “Those who would dare oppose you in battle must know that the price of their insolence is total and utter ruin!” He brought his fist down against the palm of his other hand; the youths were excited and anxious now, wanting to hear more.
He stood back a few feet and was behind the podium now, he put both hands firmly on it, then bellowed into the microphone, “No one shall dare oppose you, for no one would dare take such a risk as to incur your wrath. You are holy warriors in a holy war, soldiers of God! Soldiers of Mississippi! Your families look to you to lead this nation into the future; the Mississippian youth are the Mississippian future. You my Mississippian boys and my Mississippian girls, you are the future.” He paused for a brief second to run a hand through his hair, then he cleared his throat, “Mississippian youth are Mississippi!”
He stepped away from the podium before he threw his left arm into the air, slicing rapidly through the air and straight out. “Hail Victory!”, he brought his arm back down, then out again, “Hail Victory!”, repeating the process again, “Hail Victory!”
With each thrust of the arm and the cry of “Hail Victory”, the youths present all followed suit.
Roger walked off down the stage, shook hands with a few dozen of the youths in the front, the clamor to shake his hand was such that SRG men had to physically hold back hundreds of youths. After signing a few autographs, Roger stepped into a waiting Cadillac and his driver took him back towards Stalingrad.
Meanwhile the youths began to receive their division assignments, the RG Armored Division Battle Order was being altered, and numerical designations changed to accommodate the youth divisions.
Ooc- About Otto Witt
Field Marshal Otto Witt (44) Field Marshal in the High Command, director of the Fabus Youth, he was responsible for the 1987 law that mandated membership in the Fabus Youth. He is one of the staunchest supporters of the Fabus regime and the National Front Party. His son Fritz Witt is the commander of the 31st (formerly 30th) Republican Guard Armored Division, the original Fabus Youth Division. IQ 162
Ooc- I’m going to update my fact book shortly to reflect the addition of these youth divisions. (Note these youths are all between 16-18)
Ooc- This is basically a move to increase the size and combat power of the Republican Guard since the civil war is now basically over and we need more soldiers that have undying loyalty to the regime and to Czar Fabus. Surprisingly, less than 400,000 civilians and 300,000 soldiers were killed or wounded in the brief several week long civil war. It was intense, but little damage occurred to infrastructure as most battles were in remote areas, with the exception being the battle for the suburbs of Jackson City.