Solau
24-10-2004, 11:49
Chikoko de Sol, Solau. 10:00 AM, Pacific Time
The morning had crept by the island at a quick pace and sunlight now doused the chain of atolls that surronded the mainland. People were awaking in rubble and destruction, to chaos and death. While almost all of the main cities were demolished or near demolished, the outlying fishing and farming communities remained untouched, as so, most of the population was staying in those towns with relatives and family long lost.
And so when Ouro Choko had began his trip from the south end of the island to the north, everything seemed deserted. He had borrowed the 1986 Mercedes from a friend after the Free Soluan High Council had summoned him to the now free capital of Chikoko de Sol. And so, that morning, the young man had started out driving to the north. The actually island span was very large for an island, but the trip only took 5 hours, which was short compared to some countries. Pulling through Chikoko was a sad sight, as the beautiful city had destruction all about. Most of it was a ghost town since everyone had packed up, but a few people here and there who recognized him, especially the Free Solau guerillas, would wave with half a smile, but then go back to a gloomy expression. Freedom had come, but at a large price.
Only days ago, the corrupt regime of Juan Guardnez, who had been in power for over 30 years, had pushed its powers to its own downfall. During a protest against his execution of people speaking out for their own rightd, Guardnez had 50 protestors lined up and shot, and in plain sight in the city. This had enflamed the mob to storm the one of many palaces the dictator had had, and the guards shot and killed over 324 people before the citizens had backed off. It was oppression at its worst, and something was finally going to blow up.
Ever since the regime of Guardnez came in, there had always been a guerilla movement. Almost entirely self funded and self equipped, the movement had mostly died down from a fiery passion filled resistance to a intelligence network that just annoyed the dictator. But finally, the movement had the support it finally needed. With almost the entire population behind the banner of a Free Solau, bands of guerilla were quickly trained up and placed into position, for the careful planning was crucial to Solau's independence.
And, then, at night five days ago, Solau's first war had started. The Solau Republican Guard base at Moloto was attacked and seized by a guerilla force nearly triple that of the Guard. And other cities began to get seized in a flurry of activity by the movement. At first, surprise had caused the Soluan military to reel back and start licking their wounds. But soon, they began to push back, and lines began to draw in the country. By day three, the country was in total anarchy. No one knew who would win, or what would happen. Everything was uncertain. But, when the dust settled, the Republican Guard had surrendered its last stronghold cities and the remanants of the Soluan regime collapsed. Juan Guardnez had fled to hide with his inner cabinent and lick his wounds like the dog he was.
Finally, Solau was a free country. While a majority of the guerillas were still on station, slugging with some Guard in the jungles, many were turned into aid workers. Fresh water plants and sewage systems were prepared. Aid was sent to the various citites. For the most part, the rebuilding process had begun, and this time, everyone was working together to bring the country into a new peace time and a government of democracy.
Ouro shook his head of his thoughts as he pulled up into the drive way of the Presidential Palace. Some statues were knocked down, but the beautiful white stone structure was mostly intact. When the movement had settled into the capital, the High Command of the rebellion had set up shop in the palace. While they distasted using the corrupt leaders home, it was buitl to withstand assault and had the quarters to accomdate. Pulling to a stop in front of the building, a guerilla turned guard opened the door and snapped off a quick salute. Ouro snapped it back and marched up the long white steps.
Upon entering the beautiful building, Ouro turned towards the the staircase and walked up it and straight in through thr large double oak doors, into the dictators former office. The whole High Command was already grouped at the table in the back, and Ouro pulled a high backed chair to join them. He cracked a salute before sitting down.
"You've made good time General Choko. I assume our forces in the south have made progress in mopping up the Guard?" That was George Matrin, the High Command's Minister of Diplomatic relations. Ouro nodded.
"We've taken back all of the cities and pushed the remanants of the Guard into the jungles. We've mostly left them alone to flee, but we suspect Guardnez and his regime are pulling Guard units together over the mountains at his two naval bases. We're moving to assault these in a few days." With a nod, the group leaned in. Ouro knew it was time, as in England, to get to "brass tacks".
"Well, as I was informing the command before you arrived Ouro, now that Solau is free, we need a government. There is no question is should be something other than Communistic. Though theres many democratic Communist nations, our own experiences with our old government makes us cautious about this. The most obvious path is a United States like government. We've almost uniamously decided on this, so you'll know how we'll need to set up."
"Now, the High Command will set up election on a preset day in the next few months, for all the positions we'll have to fill in a Soluan Senate and an Executive branch. That's where you come Ouro. You're loved by our people. You've fought since your youth for a Free Solau. You're naturally brn to to lead, which is High Command is asking to to run. You'll undoubtedly win. Will you accept a nomination?" It only took Ouro a few seconds to nod his reapply, and the Minister smiled.
"Great! In any case, besides setting the government up, we need to put a message to the world for some humanitarian aid. Embassies or help with the remanant Guard wouldn't hurt either, so we'll make a conference in the next few days."
OOC: Basically, Solau needs help rebuilding, starting a new government and taking out the remanant regime.
The morning had crept by the island at a quick pace and sunlight now doused the chain of atolls that surronded the mainland. People were awaking in rubble and destruction, to chaos and death. While almost all of the main cities were demolished or near demolished, the outlying fishing and farming communities remained untouched, as so, most of the population was staying in those towns with relatives and family long lost.
And so when Ouro Choko had began his trip from the south end of the island to the north, everything seemed deserted. He had borrowed the 1986 Mercedes from a friend after the Free Soluan High Council had summoned him to the now free capital of Chikoko de Sol. And so, that morning, the young man had started out driving to the north. The actually island span was very large for an island, but the trip only took 5 hours, which was short compared to some countries. Pulling through Chikoko was a sad sight, as the beautiful city had destruction all about. Most of it was a ghost town since everyone had packed up, but a few people here and there who recognized him, especially the Free Solau guerillas, would wave with half a smile, but then go back to a gloomy expression. Freedom had come, but at a large price.
Only days ago, the corrupt regime of Juan Guardnez, who had been in power for over 30 years, had pushed its powers to its own downfall. During a protest against his execution of people speaking out for their own rightd, Guardnez had 50 protestors lined up and shot, and in plain sight in the city. This had enflamed the mob to storm the one of many palaces the dictator had had, and the guards shot and killed over 324 people before the citizens had backed off. It was oppression at its worst, and something was finally going to blow up.
Ever since the regime of Guardnez came in, there had always been a guerilla movement. Almost entirely self funded and self equipped, the movement had mostly died down from a fiery passion filled resistance to a intelligence network that just annoyed the dictator. But finally, the movement had the support it finally needed. With almost the entire population behind the banner of a Free Solau, bands of guerilla were quickly trained up and placed into position, for the careful planning was crucial to Solau's independence.
And, then, at night five days ago, Solau's first war had started. The Solau Republican Guard base at Moloto was attacked and seized by a guerilla force nearly triple that of the Guard. And other cities began to get seized in a flurry of activity by the movement. At first, surprise had caused the Soluan military to reel back and start licking their wounds. But soon, they began to push back, and lines began to draw in the country. By day three, the country was in total anarchy. No one knew who would win, or what would happen. Everything was uncertain. But, when the dust settled, the Republican Guard had surrendered its last stronghold cities and the remanants of the Soluan regime collapsed. Juan Guardnez had fled to hide with his inner cabinent and lick his wounds like the dog he was.
Finally, Solau was a free country. While a majority of the guerillas were still on station, slugging with some Guard in the jungles, many were turned into aid workers. Fresh water plants and sewage systems were prepared. Aid was sent to the various citites. For the most part, the rebuilding process had begun, and this time, everyone was working together to bring the country into a new peace time and a government of democracy.
Ouro shook his head of his thoughts as he pulled up into the drive way of the Presidential Palace. Some statues were knocked down, but the beautiful white stone structure was mostly intact. When the movement had settled into the capital, the High Command of the rebellion had set up shop in the palace. While they distasted using the corrupt leaders home, it was buitl to withstand assault and had the quarters to accomdate. Pulling to a stop in front of the building, a guerilla turned guard opened the door and snapped off a quick salute. Ouro snapped it back and marched up the long white steps.
Upon entering the beautiful building, Ouro turned towards the the staircase and walked up it and straight in through thr large double oak doors, into the dictators former office. The whole High Command was already grouped at the table in the back, and Ouro pulled a high backed chair to join them. He cracked a salute before sitting down.
"You've made good time General Choko. I assume our forces in the south have made progress in mopping up the Guard?" That was George Matrin, the High Command's Minister of Diplomatic relations. Ouro nodded.
"We've taken back all of the cities and pushed the remanants of the Guard into the jungles. We've mostly left them alone to flee, but we suspect Guardnez and his regime are pulling Guard units together over the mountains at his two naval bases. We're moving to assault these in a few days." With a nod, the group leaned in. Ouro knew it was time, as in England, to get to "brass tacks".
"Well, as I was informing the command before you arrived Ouro, now that Solau is free, we need a government. There is no question is should be something other than Communistic. Though theres many democratic Communist nations, our own experiences with our old government makes us cautious about this. The most obvious path is a United States like government. We've almost uniamously decided on this, so you'll know how we'll need to set up."
"Now, the High Command will set up election on a preset day in the next few months, for all the positions we'll have to fill in a Soluan Senate and an Executive branch. That's where you come Ouro. You're loved by our people. You've fought since your youth for a Free Solau. You're naturally brn to to lead, which is High Command is asking to to run. You'll undoubtedly win. Will you accept a nomination?" It only took Ouro a few seconds to nod his reapply, and the Minister smiled.
"Great! In any case, besides setting the government up, we need to put a message to the world for some humanitarian aid. Embassies or help with the remanant Guard wouldn't hurt either, so we'll make a conference in the next few days."
OOC: Basically, Solau needs help rebuilding, starting a new government and taking out the remanant regime.