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In a small building on the outskirts of Corva:

The small antechamber hung heavy with tension; a small group of men and women (about 22) sat in a circle within it, about an oaken table. Each wore a red armband, and each came with an equally formidable guard, carrying an Ak-47.

"If all are present," said a tall, swarthy man, who was clearly the council's chairman, "than I'd say that this session of the Central Committee of the Stalinist Party of Tharra is now in session."

There was a long pause, as several members took in the weight of their very treason by actually being here.

"If we're caught..." a young woman breathed, not daring to finish the thought.

"It doesn't matter. The people's revolution only does; the fact that there is more industry in the empire than there has ever been, well, I'm just happy that we can lead a worker's internationale now." another stated.

"And yet serfdom exists." replied a shadowy member cynically.

"Oh...I don't know; I think that recent terrorist attack by the catholic extremists shook things a little. However, they did seem a little too eager to recieve our support." the chairman answered.

"Yes, I look for the serfs to be emancipted soon...after all, the imperial regime is not very keen to admit to its internal weakness, only forget past challenges to its authority." the young woman agreed.

"Then we are agreed. The time for revolution is nearing, and our efforts are slowly bearing fruit. Soon a time will arrive when we no longer have to use pawns, but can operate openly. The eve of revolution is upon us, comrades." the chairman was clearly excited. After all, after being elected leader of the Stalinist Party at the First Party Congress of late, why shouldn't he be.

For, few could stand against him: Comrade Ilya Lekov, the one who had manipulated the dark side of revolutionary politics in Tharra for several years now, the true power player of the Tharran political arena, the Tharran Emperor's greatest fear.

(OOC: this is going to be a long rpg. I'm trying to establish a revolution in my imperialist nation. Though wheather it suceeds or not is for the future to decide. PLEASE JOIN!)

OOC: You mentioned Catholic terrorists; perhaps Farmina could be pulling the strings there, it wouldn't be unheard of. However I can only play a minor role (like shipping weapons and the such) until I finish another conflict; which I also got into by aiding Catholic extremists in another country.

ooc: if you'd like, I'll rp a Resquiden couple on honeymoon or something in your country who get caught up in the first attack. Just give me any pertinent details like things they really would know about your country if they'd been there for a few weeks.

OOC: visit our national site at http://tharragov.freeservers.com/ it should give you some information on my country.

Btw, about the catholic terrorists, I mentioned them on an earlier post; basically, they are a religious extremist group that attempted to force the emperor to outlaw serfdom and make catholicism (sp?) the state religion. All were captured and executed several months ago.

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Well, I've read your info page and gone O_O

What I really need, however, is social information. If my people were on a world-trip honeymoon and happened to be in Tharra, where would they stay? How would they get to wherever the revolution occurrs? Would somebody go "join us or die"? (that's what I'm hoping for, but you know your revolutionaries best) Just tell me where and how to set them up, and I can wing it from there.

OOC: It depends on your social status. If the honeymooners had the right amount of money, they could expect to stay in some of the comfortable hotels in the "inner" city of Corva. If not, there are still the town-house hotels in the outer city. Tharran nightlife includes clubs and red light districts.

Oh, and yes, the revolutionaries are planning some big moves. Since your tourists, they'll probably present you with a "join or die" situation, like they would to any worker.

ooc: okay, then, since their on a roundtheworld trip honeymoon im thinking they have money, but if they can more plausibly run into revolutionaries downtown theyll stay there for the vibes :P just tell me when.

ic:
The sound of Trent's deep laugh echoed across the street as he and Bronwyn wandered through Corva's entertainment district. Their round-the-world honeymoon so far had been blissful, and in two months they would be off home to Temequenne, Resquides major port and the place where they had just bought a modest house.

"Come on, Trent, we can't hang around here all day! How am I going to write a column about Tharra's FASCINATING nightlife if we don't get to see any of it? And we're going on that tour tomorrow, so we can't get back to the hotel too late!"

"All right, Bron, look, there's an interesting looking nightclub. Shall we?"

"Why not? Race you!"

And with that the couple ran laughing down the street, unaware of what was in store for them.

Ilya Lekov stood in the shadows. Even though lights existed all around him, he was well hidden in the shadows-the shadows of one of Corva's elitest nightclubs: "The Sceptre and the Dove".

Ilya smiled, gripping his Ak-47. Taking a small, round mirror from his pocket, the revolutionary slowly inclined it, letting it catch the light. The small flash was quickly met by nearly fifty others. "All in Place." he whispered. Comrade Lekov waited for the signal...yes, that was it! He sighed with relief as a short gun shot was fired in the distance.

Jumping up, Lekov, and over fifty others (all carrying Ak-47's), smashed down the club's entry door. A short, rapid fire was issued in a hail of bullets, taking out the club's security guards. The music quickly stopped to an eerie quite, just as the revolutionaries secured the entrances.

"Now, who want's to be my little messanger to the Emperor?" he shouted roughly...all was quite.

ooc: if you'd like, I'll rp a Resquiden couple on honeymoon or something in your country who get caught up in the first attack. Just give me any pertinent details like things they really would know about your country if they'd been there for a few weeks.

That's a good idea. Remind me to steal that. ; )

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Dear Leaders,
We got wind of your situation through "a crack in the wall." We are here to offer support. If you wish we shall send some of our finer instructors from our Academy of Guerilla Warfare and Psycological Operations*. IF the need comes up we can provide munitions, but I am afraid nothing more than rifles. Also, IF the need comes up and situation escalates to an international affair we will provide you with men. Regardles of your descision destoy this telegram after reading. "We are condemned to be free."

Sincerely,
R. Bulwye
M.I.I. Administrator
The Confederacy of Greater Islands

ooc> *Military service is compulsory in the Greater Islands, so academies these are equivolent to our colleges, so going by that this one in particular is the Harvard or Yale of the Greater Islands.

OOC: Catholic's extremists and Communist rebels. My my, quite a mix! Hrstrovokia is willing to play a part supporting the rebels with military aid and possibly training some of the rebels in our state. What do you think?

OOC: We will gladly accept any support; the more the merrier.

IC:

"Comrade Lekov, do you think the emperor will actually give into our demands. After all...the imperium has never negotiated with terrorists." a young comrade by the name of Sym whispered.

At first, Lekov did not reply, he only watched as hundreds of aristocrats and tourists panacked, and the exits were sealed off by his men. "True, but we have leverage...the emperor's mistress, the Countess Elisabetha is right there." he said pointing towards a slim woman, gowned in satin. She was anxious with fear.

"I see; and the fact that there are a few important courtiers here should also influence him. So, who will deliver this message."

Ilya scanned the room, and finally settled on a tourist couple that was trying to stay in the shadows. Pointing his Ak-47, he shouted "You two! Over here!"

Trent and Bronwyn had been dancing for about an hour. Bronwyn yelled something Trent couldn't hear over the music.

"WHAT?"

"I SAID, LETS GET DRINKS!!"

With that they headed over to the drinks table. Bronwyn, looking around with a happy smile on her face, suddenly stopped. "something's wrong."

"What?" Trent said, confused.

"Look around, people are moving weirdly."

As Trent followed her lead he realised there were men moving through the shadows. His military training kicked in and he realised what was going on.

"Quick," he hissed, grabbing Bronwyn and pulling her behind a potplant just as gunfire broke out and the music stopped.

"Wha-"

"Quiet! No, it's too late."

The leader had spotted them. He beckoned them over, and they went - no-one argues with weaponry.

"How's our situation?" Bronwyn whispered.

"Not good." Trent said quietly. "We have no embassy in this country yet. We have no diplomatic immunity, because I'm off duty. We are entirely at their mercy, whoever these people are."

"In other words, we're screwed?"

"Well, we should keep our options open. We should probably go along with them at least until we work out what this is for. Why would terrorists attack a random nightclub? And what's this about a message?"

"Now, I want you two to deliver the following-no wait, I'm sorry, you...Trent is it? Yes, you stay behind so that I may...have insurence so to speak. You, Bronwyn, if you value your husband's life deliver the following message to the Imperial Palace, one of my men will escort you." he said indicating a tall, burly man, carrying an Ak-47.

"Tell him: 'The Stalinist Party of Tharra has initiated the People's Revolution. The workers will triumph over capitalism...also, we have taken 250 nobles hostage, and several of them are government ministers. Also, his precious mistress, countess Elisabetha is one of them.' If he wants them freed, tell him 'not to contact the media, allow us ample escape, and issue an Imperial Edict emancipating the serfs ASAP. If not, I will slaughter nearly 200 of the 1000 peers of the empire, his mistress, 11 government officers, the First Peer of the Empire, 5 princes of the blood, and nearly 70 tourists!' Even if he ignores this, the international community will not! Now be gone!"

At that, the guards moved to restrain Trent, and Bronwyn was escorted out, to the Imperial Palace.

Due to recent domestic events, Greater Islands can no longer provide aid.

Senator Gustoffe l'Harre, Chair of International Affairs

OOC> Want details? Check out this post:
<http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7373601#post7373601>

"Now, I want you two to deliver the following-no wait, I'm sorry, you...Trent is it? Yes, you stay behind so that I may...have insurence so to speak. You, Bronwyn, if you value your husband's life deliver the following message to the Imperial Palace, one of my men will escort you." he said indicating a tall, burly man, carrying an Ak-47.

"Tell him: 'The Stalinist Party of Tharra has initiated the People's Revolution. The workers will triumph over capitalism...also, we have taken 250 nobles hostage, and several of them are government ministers. Also, his precious mistress, countess Elisabetha is one of them.' If he wants them freed, tell him 'not to contact the media, allow us ample escape, and issue an Imperial Edict emancipating the serfs ASAP. If not, I will slaughter nearly 200 of the 1000 peers of the empire, his mistress, 11 government officers, the First Peer of the Empire, 5 princes of the blood, and nearly 70 tourists!' Even if he ignores this, the international community will not! Now be gone!"

At that, the guards moved to restrain Trent, and Bronwyn was escorted out, to the Imperial Palace.

Bronwyn had time to cast one horrified look back at Trent, before he was surrounded by guards. Then she turned her attention to the matter at hand. There was no possibility of escape without Trent - if they were willing to kill everyone in the club, they wouldn't shy away from one man, and even an army lieutenant who had worked his way up from a private in record time couldn't hold his own among that many armed terrorists.

Now she thought about it, if they killed all the hostages, Trent would die too... so, she would have to use all her powers of persuasion to make sure the Emperor listened. She turned to one of her "escorts" and began firing questions in her most confident, journalistic manner.

"What kind of man is this Emperor? Will I speak directly to him? What approach should I use in delivering the message? And for that matter, is he likely to shoot the messenger?"

***

Trent saw that his situation was hopeless immediately and didn't even try to fight. He was restrained and taken to the leader. Even as he looked around wildly for an escape route (for he knew Bronwyn would never leave without him) part of his mind was going over the details of the situation. Stalinist? This was going to end badly. Trent secretly felt that communism was the only form of government that would save humanity from it's own stupid selfishness, but Stalin had been a paranoid lunatic, and his corrupted form of communism was in no way the real thing. He wasn't about to mention that if they really believed in it though. On the other hand, if it was only a front, or even if they were just using the name and had extensively modified the philosophy...

He cleared his throat. "So this is a communist revolution?

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Ilya smiled, "Yes, this damn well is...a STALINIST revolution, and if you shut your damn mouth and play your part right...well...I'll let you go, for now."

***

Emperor Alexander II listened intently-and wide eyed-at his desk. Even though imperial guardsmen were posted all about, he still no longer felt safe. As Bronwyn finished he only sighed. Well, he thought, this was long in coming.

Still, he had nearly fainted when he had heard that a armed WORKER was demanding hos presense. "Chapov," he commaded. A young soldier stepped forward, "Have my orders been carried out?"

"Indeed, the soldier accompanying this young lady here, has been shot."

"Good, than see her back." Alexander said with a dismissive gesture. The man would most likely be killed as well, but he could spare him. When he saw that the messenger was gone, he sighed yet again.

Normally, he would not have negotiated with terrorists, that wasn't his style...but...now was different. He knew full well that to kill his precious Elisabetha...well, he'd sooner die. Besides, there were many nobles and affluent foreigners there, and he needed to promote peace and unity, especially during these times.

"Knaizon?"

"Yes." said the Imperial Grand Marshal at his side-in charge of the war department.

"Don't send in your men and don't alert the media."

"Majesty-"

"We have no choice!" Alexander thundered; "Lekov will be given concessions...for now." He looked down at the parchment before him then. "And I'm about to do something I never believed possible." the emperor whispered, scribbling down a rapid Imperial Decree. Finally, he reached for the great, golden seal to his left, bringing it down on a paper-and with it his own fate (and that of 19% of the national population).

"Take this to the Hall of State immediantly...you will find them-the Grand Curia-quite...eager to have this decree regestered. I suppose my decision was long in coming, though." he said signing the decree "Alexander I." It read:

"We, Alexander II, By Grace of God, Emperor of Tharra and the colonies, etc. do have it upon my own authority to make amendment to imperial law and national charter. Serfdom, the instituition and all of its forms, is hereby outlawed in my own name. Hence every serf is now emancipated and to be equaited the status of a commoner: a full subject of the empire, with all of the rights entitled. All authority over them is thus absolved.
Alexander I."

The Prime Minister gasped, but obeyed, muttering "He just can't be...serious...I...don't know..."

An era had ended this night, that was self evident. And as serfs across the land celebrated their new freedom, a small band of 49 stalinist revolutionaries quitley slipped away, leaving a club full of confeused hostages. Now, onto the revolution...and recruiting.

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Ilya Lekov smiled from his perch above Imperial Square. The two armed guards next to him, as well as the highranking party members, returned this enthusiasm. It had been several weeks since his little-sucessful-episode of protest and terrorism. Since then, the Emperor had been caught up in maintainng the empire, that was quickly falling into obsoletness.

Below, in the square, 189,000 people were gathering, and of them, 162,000 were armed secretly with Ak-47's. The People's Revolution was about to begin.

"Are the workers ready?" Ilya asked his Chief of Staff, a young, blond woman no older than 30.

"Yes Comrade! And may I say that, well, Comrade Stalin would be proud."

"Indeed. Give them the signal!"

A quick gun shot followed-issued from a nearby soldier. The group was well hidden, on the secluded roof of an abandoned warehouse. Invisible and unknown to all but a few.

This shot would be heard around the world, for moments later the Stalinist Revolution had began. Hundreds of thousands of workers, all dressed in overalls and carrying Ak-47s, opened fire on the both the nearby palace and its guards, and the Hall of State and its guards.

In a few moments, all was chaos, as thousands attacked the palace, government offices, and noble estates with shouts of "Long Live the People's Revolution!"

Hundreds more were caught up in this mass confusion.

It seems no one wishes to reply...BUMP!

ooc: oops, sorry. was a bit busy. You've gone a bit fast for me, I was imagining trent being won over to their cause and joining them, and Bronwyn staying with him out of love etc but disapproving and ceing cautious about everything, but there's nowhere to introduce that now and, anyway, I can't go online for a week except at school, so for something this fast paced, I'm out. Sorry.

ic:

Every Resquiden newspaper on that day was full of announcements of the Tharran revolution. One small Esvanadane City paper published a matter-of-fact report on a hostage situation in a club several weeks ago, which allegedly resulted in the Emperor's decision to end Serfdom in Tharra. It was written by Bronwyn Gvessene and ignored by mostly everyone.

However, several days later, 1st Lieutenant Trent Gvessene found himself up before his commanding officer.

"Gvessene." The paper landed on the table in front of him. He did not flinch. "This is an eyewitness account by your wife?"

"Whatever makes you think that, sir?"

"Nobody else knew. At all. And yet, information from our Tharran contacts indicates that the Emperor got an important message shortly before his declaration, and that a nightclub in Corva was incommunicando for a period of five hours on the night in question. You also cut your honeymoon short after that. Everything checks out, Gvessene. Your wife was there. And if your wife was there, you were there."

Trent stared fixedly at a point slightly above his commanding officers left ear. He had read in a book that this was unofficial standard dressing down proceedure. "Yessir, I was there."

"I see. And why is it that we did not recieve a full report of this the minute you got home?"

"Sir, I was off duty, and I felt the situation had stabilised as the terrorists had what they wanted."

"I see. Gvessene, your wife was the messenger who told the Emperor of the situation." It was a statement.

"Yessir. They took me hostage and forced her to-"

"AND, Gvessene, we are told that you and your wife completely disappeared for several days after the incident and before your abrupt return home."

At this Trent hesitated. "...sir, I... they... we were..."

"Lieutenant Gvessene, did you or did you not know anything at all about the revolution in Tharra beforhand?!" A hand slapped the table.

"No, sir! Nothing at all, sir! They took us with them because I asked about their cause, sir, and they thought they might convert me to it!"

"Lieutenant, do you or do you not agree with their cause?!"

"No, sir! Stalin was a maniac, sir! Absolutely loony, sir! Wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole, sir!"

"Good. That sounded very sincere, lieutenant, and as I've heard from the mess officer that all your acting attempts during the company christmas skits failed miserably, I'm assuming it was. You may go."

Trent walked stiffly towards the door, and just as he was opening it...

"Lieutenant!"

"yessir?"

"If anything like this ever happens again, I don't give a damn if you're on duty, your honeymoon, or THE moon, you WILL report for debriefing the MINUTE you return to resquide. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

He didn't permit himself to sag with relief until he was halfway down the corridor. Thank heavens they hadn't asked him if he harboured communist tendancies. Stalin WAS a maniac. He had found out in detail from comrade Illya what the groups ideas wer, and they were nowhere near the true spirit of communism. He had then pleaded with them to send them home (claiming Bronwyn as an excuse - they were only too glad to be rid of her heckling). He had thought that they, like Stalin, would eventually make a massive blunder, but unlike Stalin, they would make it before they had enough power to cover it up, and thus fail miserably. Perhaps he had been wrong...

He sighed. "I'm never refusing to listen to Bronwyn again." He muttered... and went back to his duty.

OOC: I know this is a little fast to end an my RPing, but since the game is ending, I must keep up.

IC:

Comrade Lekov smiled wryly as the young aid before him reported the news.

"...and so, our forces-"

"The Worker's and Peasent's Red Army! Remeber that!"

"-The Workers and Peasents Red Army has triumphed, sir. Your revolutionary forces have sucessfully overcame the capitalists at the Battle of Corva."

Ilya Lekov only could continue to smile. For the past six months now he had been fighting a revolution. The Party had grown in strength now, and the 'Battle of Red Square' as it was now being reffered to as, had been a major victory.

In fact, the Emperor and his forces had fled south to wage the war.

Yet, in the end, they had soon found the Prolitariate to be quite strong, both in numbers and commanders. Defeat after defeat had forced them back, and finally the Imperial forces attempted to re-take Corva, to a disastorious result.

Victory had finally been achieved.

"Well, it seems that we have achieved our victory. I assume the officers and officials have been captured?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent. Now," he began dictating to a nearby secretary, "make sure that you initiate plans for both a Party Congress and later, a new constitution. We'll also have to begin putting Marxist codes and laws into practice, and fast. I won't have a gradual transition. In fact, I want to start a Five-Year-Plan."

"I'll get right on it."

***

The air was crisp, and the stone courtyard of the prison grim. Blood stained the wall and ground. "How many aristocrats and royals had fallen there?" was a question on everyone's lips. The answer was thousands, if not millions.

The Stalinist revolutionaries had finally taken hold of the empire, the colonies had even gained independence in the upheavel. Tharra was to indeed change, and there was now no longer room for Emperor Alexander II.

That very same man, weathered and premeturaly aged at 32, stood silent and somber in the same courtyard. A small band of revolutionaries looked on, just as he was blindfolded and forced to kneel. Seconds later a loud gunshot ended an empire...

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