Soviet Bloc
16-01-2005, 05:34
A man, shielded in darkness spoke up, "Viktor, are you sure about this?"
Premier Viktor Dokhturov, seated behind his desk and facing the shady man, nodded, "Yes... Dmitri, I trust you. I want this to be swift and controlled. I don't want the aftershocks to ripple too far and I don't want them to upset our relations."
"I don't know if the Dokhturosoldat have enough manpower to do this. This is a very large undertaking for such a small group of people." The Dokhturosoldat were the Premier's personal bodyguards and were loyal only to the Premier, doing whatever he asked.
He swiveled around his chair, staring out the large window into the courtyard, the Soviet Bloc flag hanging limply atop its stately pole, fully lit up by a dozen floodlights. He returned his position to facing the man seated in front of his desk, "I've spoken with Colonel Andrei Vladivitch, a good friend of mine, and my appointed commander of the 'Premier's Black Berets', you know, that portion of the special forces unit dedicated to protecting and assisting the Premier. They'll be taking out their families and a few other select officials who may put up a fight."
"Good, good... Then everything's set?"
"Da... " He paused then leaned over his desk, "Dmitri, I wish you luck."
Dmitri gave the Premier a sincere nod, smiling slightly as he lifted himself up from his seated position, "For the Kagan." He grinned and swiftly left the room.
Viktor Dokhturov smirked, leaning back in his chair... He glanced at the gold engraved plaque that read 'Premier Viktor Dokhturov' and reached for it, bringing its hefty weight to his face. He read the inscription a few times before setting it on the desk top. His hand moved down to a drawer, pulling it out. He rummaged through the contents before producing an oak box. He set it on his desk top and before closing the drawer, he dropped the 'Premier' plaque, letting it rest in the dark, rarely opened drawer, a signal to come. He took a deep breath in as he flipped open the oak box's lid, revealing a slab of gold. He lifted it from its bed with the utmost care, as though it was his baby. He turned it until his face met its.
He couldn't help but to grin, "A new era in our history... My vision... I didn't know if it would happen... I didn't know how I could do it. But I did." It took one man to tie the future of the ARSB and Dokhturov's vision together. And that man was Czar Charles Wilheim Hayden of the Fascist Confederacy. Through persistent talks, the Fascist Confederacy leader was able to convince Dokhturov that Dokhturov's vision for the ARSB was its future, and that Fascism was the way to do it. He flipped it so its face faced the opposite direction and he set it near the desks edge...Its inscription? "Kagan Viktor Dokhturov." Kagan was the Turkish word for 'High King'.
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0830 Soviet Bloc Parliament Building - Rostov, District I
The parliamentary session for the day was just beginning... And the chambers were abuzz.. Today, Premier Viktor Dokhturov would come to address the Parliament about a new piece of legislature that would radically alter the government. It was a controversial move, and the Premier would relay his reasons for the legislation and his opinion on why it should be enacted. The chamber quickly quieted down as the Parliamentary Leader rose to the podium...
"Ladies and gentlemen of the Soviet Bloc Parliament... Please." He paused, letting the chamber quiet down. "Thank you... In just a few minutes, in support of Legislation CG-450-A31, Premier Viktor Dokhturov will speak to you. After that, we will discuss and vote on CG-450-A31 which is the restructuring of our government, the exact list of changes should be on your data screens. Other pieces of legislation include the DTN-301-D31 which deals with a federally owned internet network and CRL-9812-M89 which deals with workers unions." He glanced over as the Premier began making his way towards the stage... "And now... Premier Viktor Dokhturov, speaking in favor of legislation CG-450-A31..." He stepped away from the podium, giving a round of applause along with the entire chamber room as Viktor took the podium.
With a stately grin, the Premier began, "Thank you, thank you. You all do such a wonderful job for this nation... " It must've been at least two minutes before the applause died down. "Alright, to begin..." Dmitri Rendislov lightly waved to the Premier, signalling that all exits had been sealed and that everything was ready. Dokhturov lightly nodded. "Legislation CG-450-A31 would be to completely strip the power from the parliament and judiciary segments of the government, consolidating the power to my position. However, the parliament would retain some power, as it could decide some things, however I would have the final say and I would have the ability to over-rule any decision made by the Parliament." He coughed before continuing, "The judicial segment would settle cases concerning crimes and in instances where the credibility of the state is questioned, it will fight on behalf of the state and can over-rule Parliamentary decisions, however, I will have the final say." That was the key word...
He continued with his speech and quickly finished up, "And now, I leave the decision up to you..." The parliament applauded as he was escorted off the stage and into a waiting room.
The parliamentary leader took the stage once again, "Alright, now, parliamentary discussion may begin on the legislation at hand, CG-450..." Before he could finish, his face shattered and his body fell backwards. The chamber was silent, in awe at what had happened. Two and a half heart beats later, everyone realized what happened and they quickly got up to run. However, by now, Dokhturosoldat members had set up around the chamber. Assault rifles opened up and blood curdling screams erupted, as smoke filled the chamber. Within mere minutes, the blood bath had ended. The entire parliament, aside from two members, had been wiped out, their bullet-ridden bodies lying across the chamber floors.
Premier Viktor Dokhturov waltzed into the room, escorted by four Dokhturosoldat members. He stood firm in front of the last two members of the Parliament. He grinned a saidistic grin, "May voting now commence on CG-450-A31... Parliamentarians, what is your vote on the legislation at hand?" He gave each an ice-cold stare as warm assault rifle barrels prodded their backs. "All those in favor of passing legislation CG-450-A31, please say aye..." Both parliamentarians said 'Aye.' "All those against legislation CG-450-A31 please say 'Nay'." It was quiet. "Thank you. Legislation CG-450-A31 passes without resistance." He stamped his boot against the marble floor, as though it was a gavel. He withdrew his RSP-45 service pistol and nodded to the soldiers behind the two parliamentarians, who quickly brought the two to their knees... He fired a single shot into each parliamentarian's brain, knocking their now lifeless bodies backwards, sprawling onto the marble floor. Dokhturov slid the pistol into its holster. "It is done... The last remnants of socialism have been erased from our nation... Now, I am in control..." He was right, the Parliament had long supported socialist governments, Dokhturov did not. He hated communism and socialism with a passion, a stark contrast to the person he replaced, Boris Chlevenkov. It was anyone's guess why Chlevenov appointed Dokhturov, unless he was threatened...
As the blood-bath occured, Black Berets had scoured the country, eliminating the familes of the parliamentarians with anything from bombs to bold assault rifle charges and raids into their homes. All resistance had been knocked out.
Upon finishing the acts, Dokhturov and his body guards filtered out of the Parliamentary building into a nation which had no idea of what had occured earlier in the day inside the Parliamentary Building. Two bodyguards who had stayed behind, had set up small charges and numerous amounts of flammable substance, igniting them and creating such a fire that would gut the entire building, burning everything but the concrete and marble super structure. The fire was later blamed on a faulty electrical system. The entire parliament was killed as 'emergency escape systems weren't up to date'. The people believed it and now the Premier appointed a whole new parliament of sympathizers who would later be elected but who would hold little to no power.
A few other changes would occur, Viktor Dokhturov would no longer be known as the 'Premier', now he was the 'Kagan'. The new government would institute numerous reforms aiming to project nationalism as being a greater priority than personal freedoms. The people, already proud of their nation for its military prowess and economic ability, eagerly accept, anticipating a new era in Soviet Bloc history, an era of change...
Premier Viktor Dokhturov, seated behind his desk and facing the shady man, nodded, "Yes... Dmitri, I trust you. I want this to be swift and controlled. I don't want the aftershocks to ripple too far and I don't want them to upset our relations."
"I don't know if the Dokhturosoldat have enough manpower to do this. This is a very large undertaking for such a small group of people." The Dokhturosoldat were the Premier's personal bodyguards and were loyal only to the Premier, doing whatever he asked.
He swiveled around his chair, staring out the large window into the courtyard, the Soviet Bloc flag hanging limply atop its stately pole, fully lit up by a dozen floodlights. He returned his position to facing the man seated in front of his desk, "I've spoken with Colonel Andrei Vladivitch, a good friend of mine, and my appointed commander of the 'Premier's Black Berets', you know, that portion of the special forces unit dedicated to protecting and assisting the Premier. They'll be taking out their families and a few other select officials who may put up a fight."
"Good, good... Then everything's set?"
"Da... " He paused then leaned over his desk, "Dmitri, I wish you luck."
Dmitri gave the Premier a sincere nod, smiling slightly as he lifted himself up from his seated position, "For the Kagan." He grinned and swiftly left the room.
Viktor Dokhturov smirked, leaning back in his chair... He glanced at the gold engraved plaque that read 'Premier Viktor Dokhturov' and reached for it, bringing its hefty weight to his face. He read the inscription a few times before setting it on the desk top. His hand moved down to a drawer, pulling it out. He rummaged through the contents before producing an oak box. He set it on his desk top and before closing the drawer, he dropped the 'Premier' plaque, letting it rest in the dark, rarely opened drawer, a signal to come. He took a deep breath in as he flipped open the oak box's lid, revealing a slab of gold. He lifted it from its bed with the utmost care, as though it was his baby. He turned it until his face met its.
He couldn't help but to grin, "A new era in our history... My vision... I didn't know if it would happen... I didn't know how I could do it. But I did." It took one man to tie the future of the ARSB and Dokhturov's vision together. And that man was Czar Charles Wilheim Hayden of the Fascist Confederacy. Through persistent talks, the Fascist Confederacy leader was able to convince Dokhturov that Dokhturov's vision for the ARSB was its future, and that Fascism was the way to do it. He flipped it so its face faced the opposite direction and he set it near the desks edge...Its inscription? "Kagan Viktor Dokhturov." Kagan was the Turkish word for 'High King'.
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0830 Soviet Bloc Parliament Building - Rostov, District I
The parliamentary session for the day was just beginning... And the chambers were abuzz.. Today, Premier Viktor Dokhturov would come to address the Parliament about a new piece of legislature that would radically alter the government. It was a controversial move, and the Premier would relay his reasons for the legislation and his opinion on why it should be enacted. The chamber quickly quieted down as the Parliamentary Leader rose to the podium...
"Ladies and gentlemen of the Soviet Bloc Parliament... Please." He paused, letting the chamber quiet down. "Thank you... In just a few minutes, in support of Legislation CG-450-A31, Premier Viktor Dokhturov will speak to you. After that, we will discuss and vote on CG-450-A31 which is the restructuring of our government, the exact list of changes should be on your data screens. Other pieces of legislation include the DTN-301-D31 which deals with a federally owned internet network and CRL-9812-M89 which deals with workers unions." He glanced over as the Premier began making his way towards the stage... "And now... Premier Viktor Dokhturov, speaking in favor of legislation CG-450-A31..." He stepped away from the podium, giving a round of applause along with the entire chamber room as Viktor took the podium.
With a stately grin, the Premier began, "Thank you, thank you. You all do such a wonderful job for this nation... " It must've been at least two minutes before the applause died down. "Alright, to begin..." Dmitri Rendislov lightly waved to the Premier, signalling that all exits had been sealed and that everything was ready. Dokhturov lightly nodded. "Legislation CG-450-A31 would be to completely strip the power from the parliament and judiciary segments of the government, consolidating the power to my position. However, the parliament would retain some power, as it could decide some things, however I would have the final say and I would have the ability to over-rule any decision made by the Parliament." He coughed before continuing, "The judicial segment would settle cases concerning crimes and in instances where the credibility of the state is questioned, it will fight on behalf of the state and can over-rule Parliamentary decisions, however, I will have the final say." That was the key word...
He continued with his speech and quickly finished up, "And now, I leave the decision up to you..." The parliament applauded as he was escorted off the stage and into a waiting room.
The parliamentary leader took the stage once again, "Alright, now, parliamentary discussion may begin on the legislation at hand, CG-450..." Before he could finish, his face shattered and his body fell backwards. The chamber was silent, in awe at what had happened. Two and a half heart beats later, everyone realized what happened and they quickly got up to run. However, by now, Dokhturosoldat members had set up around the chamber. Assault rifles opened up and blood curdling screams erupted, as smoke filled the chamber. Within mere minutes, the blood bath had ended. The entire parliament, aside from two members, had been wiped out, their bullet-ridden bodies lying across the chamber floors.
Premier Viktor Dokhturov waltzed into the room, escorted by four Dokhturosoldat members. He stood firm in front of the last two members of the Parliament. He grinned a saidistic grin, "May voting now commence on CG-450-A31... Parliamentarians, what is your vote on the legislation at hand?" He gave each an ice-cold stare as warm assault rifle barrels prodded their backs. "All those in favor of passing legislation CG-450-A31, please say aye..." Both parliamentarians said 'Aye.' "All those against legislation CG-450-A31 please say 'Nay'." It was quiet. "Thank you. Legislation CG-450-A31 passes without resistance." He stamped his boot against the marble floor, as though it was a gavel. He withdrew his RSP-45 service pistol and nodded to the soldiers behind the two parliamentarians, who quickly brought the two to their knees... He fired a single shot into each parliamentarian's brain, knocking their now lifeless bodies backwards, sprawling onto the marble floor. Dokhturov slid the pistol into its holster. "It is done... The last remnants of socialism have been erased from our nation... Now, I am in control..." He was right, the Parliament had long supported socialist governments, Dokhturov did not. He hated communism and socialism with a passion, a stark contrast to the person he replaced, Boris Chlevenkov. It was anyone's guess why Chlevenov appointed Dokhturov, unless he was threatened...
As the blood-bath occured, Black Berets had scoured the country, eliminating the familes of the parliamentarians with anything from bombs to bold assault rifle charges and raids into their homes. All resistance had been knocked out.
Upon finishing the acts, Dokhturov and his body guards filtered out of the Parliamentary building into a nation which had no idea of what had occured earlier in the day inside the Parliamentary Building. Two bodyguards who had stayed behind, had set up small charges and numerous amounts of flammable substance, igniting them and creating such a fire that would gut the entire building, burning everything but the concrete and marble super structure. The fire was later blamed on a faulty electrical system. The entire parliament was killed as 'emergency escape systems weren't up to date'. The people believed it and now the Premier appointed a whole new parliament of sympathizers who would later be elected but who would hold little to no power.
A few other changes would occur, Viktor Dokhturov would no longer be known as the 'Premier', now he was the 'Kagan'. The new government would institute numerous reforms aiming to project nationalism as being a greater priority than personal freedoms. The people, already proud of their nation for its military prowess and economic ability, eagerly accept, anticipating a new era in Soviet Bloc history, an era of change...