Tethalla
31-12-2004, 22:35
OOC: This is a continuation of the "Terrorist Attack in Fally City" thread.
IC:
"TETHALLA! TETHALLA! TETHALLA!" the crowds roared. "LONG LIVE TETHALLA!"
General Pyotr Dostrokov, dictator of Tethalla, and his right-hand men Grand Admiral Vladimir Timenkev (head of the Navy of the People's Republic of Tethalla) and Georgy Rhazdonzy (head of the Army of the People's Republic of Tethalla) were all standing together on the balcony. The balcony projected out from General Dostrokov's palace in Moskva, the capital of Tethalla, and overlooked the screaming crowds which were swarming the streets of the capital.
"TETHALLA! TETHALLA!" they cried again. "LONG LIVE TETHALLA!"
General Dostrokov raised his hand, and within moments there was silence.
"Brave citizens!" he said. "War is coming!"
There was more cheering from the crowds. It took several minutes for them to get themselves under control again.
Dostrokov cleared his throat and continued. "This war was not begun by our great nation, despite what the enemy propogandists say! Nay, it was the fault of-" he grimaced "Fally that this should come to pass. But I will not flee from battle, and neither should you! Now that war is here, let us embarce it and march onward!"
"TETHALLA!" the people screamed. "TETHALLA!"
There was so much clapping and noise that General Dostrokov could not have continued if he had wanted to. He did not. Turning away, he pulled his two associates aside and began speaking with them in a lowered voice.
"Well," the dictator said to his army commander, "you can hear how much they like it. And how do you like it, Georgy? How is our plan going?"
"Very well, sir," the portly general replied. "As you ordered, we have three divisions on the border with Fally and two on the border with Franz Joseph Land, all ready to invade as soon as you give the word."
"Good. Hold them back for now," ordered General Dostrokov. "I want to see how our enemies respond to an actual threat of force." He turned away and looked toward Grand Admiral Timenkev. "And you, Timenkev," he said (using the admiral's last name- he was not on good terms with the chief of the navy), "what do you think of the situation?"
"What don't I think of it?" countered Timenkev. "Let me see... twenty years of you giving the army all the money while starving the navy and air force are about to bite you in the rear."
"How so?" inquired Dostrokov.
"Let us say," Timenkev spake icily, "that I would not trust our fleet to hold off an army of tired water beetles."
"Are you saying that you have not yet blockaded Shenken?"
"No, I am saying that Shenken has not yet blockaded us."
"Such a grim picture you paint," declared General Rhazdonzy. "If I did not know better, Grand Admiral Timenkev, I would say that you were a defeatist."
"You would?" Timenkev's voice dripped with sarcasm. "How kind of you, dear general! Why don't you go back to the buffet table and leave war in the hands of real soldiers!"
"Enough!" Dostrokov yelled. He glared at both of his squabbling lieutenants. "Rhazdonzy- do not interfere with affairs beyond your branch! Timenkev- try and be more optomistic! I've felt happier in a graveyard!"
He left his commanders red in the face and angry. Dostrokov went back to the balcony and looked over at his people, who had finally quieted down.
"Tethallians!" he cried, sweeping his hand out in a dramatic gesture, "this is your hour! We shall spread our glorious revolution over all of these nations in 'FullRights', and teach them the true meaning of horror as Tethallian infantry batter down their doors!"
"HUZZAH!" the crowds screetched at the top of their lungs. "TETHALLA! TETHALLA! LONG LIVE TETHALLA!"
IC:
"TETHALLA! TETHALLA! TETHALLA!" the crowds roared. "LONG LIVE TETHALLA!"
General Pyotr Dostrokov, dictator of Tethalla, and his right-hand men Grand Admiral Vladimir Timenkev (head of the Navy of the People's Republic of Tethalla) and Georgy Rhazdonzy (head of the Army of the People's Republic of Tethalla) were all standing together on the balcony. The balcony projected out from General Dostrokov's palace in Moskva, the capital of Tethalla, and overlooked the screaming crowds which were swarming the streets of the capital.
"TETHALLA! TETHALLA!" they cried again. "LONG LIVE TETHALLA!"
General Dostrokov raised his hand, and within moments there was silence.
"Brave citizens!" he said. "War is coming!"
There was more cheering from the crowds. It took several minutes for them to get themselves under control again.
Dostrokov cleared his throat and continued. "This war was not begun by our great nation, despite what the enemy propogandists say! Nay, it was the fault of-" he grimaced "Fally that this should come to pass. But I will not flee from battle, and neither should you! Now that war is here, let us embarce it and march onward!"
"TETHALLA!" the people screamed. "TETHALLA!"
There was so much clapping and noise that General Dostrokov could not have continued if he had wanted to. He did not. Turning away, he pulled his two associates aside and began speaking with them in a lowered voice.
"Well," the dictator said to his army commander, "you can hear how much they like it. And how do you like it, Georgy? How is our plan going?"
"Very well, sir," the portly general replied. "As you ordered, we have three divisions on the border with Fally and two on the border with Franz Joseph Land, all ready to invade as soon as you give the word."
"Good. Hold them back for now," ordered General Dostrokov. "I want to see how our enemies respond to an actual threat of force." He turned away and looked toward Grand Admiral Timenkev. "And you, Timenkev," he said (using the admiral's last name- he was not on good terms with the chief of the navy), "what do you think of the situation?"
"What don't I think of it?" countered Timenkev. "Let me see... twenty years of you giving the army all the money while starving the navy and air force are about to bite you in the rear."
"How so?" inquired Dostrokov.
"Let us say," Timenkev spake icily, "that I would not trust our fleet to hold off an army of tired water beetles."
"Are you saying that you have not yet blockaded Shenken?"
"No, I am saying that Shenken has not yet blockaded us."
"Such a grim picture you paint," declared General Rhazdonzy. "If I did not know better, Grand Admiral Timenkev, I would say that you were a defeatist."
"You would?" Timenkev's voice dripped with sarcasm. "How kind of you, dear general! Why don't you go back to the buffet table and leave war in the hands of real soldiers!"
"Enough!" Dostrokov yelled. He glared at both of his squabbling lieutenants. "Rhazdonzy- do not interfere with affairs beyond your branch! Timenkev- try and be more optomistic! I've felt happier in a graveyard!"
He left his commanders red in the face and angry. Dostrokov went back to the balcony and looked over at his people, who had finally quieted down.
"Tethallians!" he cried, sweeping his hand out in a dramatic gesture, "this is your hour! We shall spread our glorious revolution over all of these nations in 'FullRights', and teach them the true meaning of horror as Tethallian infantry batter down their doors!"
"HUZZAH!" the crowds screetched at the top of their lungs. "TETHALLA! TETHALLA! LONG LIVE TETHALLA!"