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A New Era... A Fascist Future...

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...
DontPissUsOff
16-01-2005, 05:41
OOC: Nicely-written, though I swear if one, one more nation goes far right wing I'll just waste it before it can get started.
Doomingsland
16-01-2005, 05:42
Official Imperial Communique

We congradulate you for crushing the last remnants of the plague known as socialism within your great nation.
The Parthians
16-01-2005, 05:50
From: Mazda-worshipping Khosru, King of Kings of Persia, celestial seed of the Gods

To: The Soviet Bloc

I, Shah Khosru III send thee greetings and blessings for your deposition of unjust government and instatement of a just regime. Only under the rule of one shall peace reign. Only one man chosen by Ahura Mazda can hope to bring peace. I believe you are a man who can do just that, and thus, I wish thee good fortune.

-Shah Khosru III
Buechoria
16-01-2005, 05:50
“What the hell?” Barked Prime Minister Eric Rechnitz as he looked over a three page long report on the slaughter at the Soviet Block Parliament. “You mean to tell me our allies killed their entire parliament?” Every official in his office nodded. “I want our foreign relations guy over there ASAP. We’re cutting off all ties with those bastards.” He mumbled as he crumpled the report into a ball and hurled it into a nearby wastebasket.

Bruno Joachim jogged down the hallways of the Buechorian parliament building to a waiting Super Puma helicopter. There were two soldiers inside, manning FN BRG-15 machine guns locked to gun ports on the side. They could pierce 10mm of armor at over 1000m – Bruno hoped they wouldn’t have to use them. “Herr Joachim,” Said the pilot as he saluted. “We’re all ready for the flight. Climb on board.” He yelled over the roar of the rotors which were beginning to spin faster and faster. Bruno hopped up into the helicopter and closed the massive door on the side.

After several hours of flight, the Puma was hovering over Rostov International airport. Russian orders came in over the radio, the pilots calmly replying. Soon, the helicopter was on the ground. The two soldiers grabbed their FN FNC carbines and leapt out along with Bruno.

“Hello Mr. Joachim. Welcome to Soviet Bloc,” Said a tall man as he slowly approached Bruno with armed guards as well. “I represent Dokhturov. Will you please come this way?” Bruno nodded and gestured for his guards to follow. The group made its way to a large limo where they got in and began their journey to Dokhturov's office.
Soviet Bloc
16-01-2005, 05:50
OOC- Thank you, DPUO. But yeah, I've been socialst/communist/left-wing/whatever for way too long... Then I was middle-of-the-road, and hell, I need something different. Might as well go all the way, eh?
DontPissUsOff
16-01-2005, 05:52
OOC- Thank you, DPUO. But yeah, I've been socialst/communist/left-wing/whatever for way too long... Then I was middle-of-the-road, and hell, I need something different. Might as well go all the way, eh?

Meh, I guess. Better than some, anyway - and hey, at least you'll be a sane Nazi-Fascist-gimmelface. :P
Fascist Confederacy
16-01-2005, 05:55
Das Zitadelle, Berlin, Der Vaterland, The Fascist Confederacy:
The Czar sat in his desk, his back facing the door as his orbs peered out the window to the dark world outside, only lit by lighting to exhault the Weiss Kruez Flag--The National Flag--outside. Charles silence was interupted when a single man stepped into the room, quickly closing the doors behind him. "Your Highness," the man adressed the Czar, "It is complete... It seems your 'Iron Curtain' has been stretcha cross the Soviet territories. Pre- Kagan Dokhturov is now in total control of his Armed Republic."

"Wonderful... Just magnificent," Charles praised. His chair pivoted as he turned to face the man. "Konstantin, make sure we open our relations with him publicly. I will be making a statement later on that matter and I want a fourty-six ton shipment of Fascian Vodka sent to the Kagan, along with ten-tons worth of Camelia Tabacco cigars to his newly 'elected parlimentarians'."

"Yes Your Highness," quickly uttered Konstantin, before rushing out of the room. Even though Konstantin was the head of the KSS, the Ocelot Unit of the First Chief Directorate, seemed to be above his rule, and only to that of the Czar... They could have killed Konstantin off if needed... He feared such a thing...

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Wonderful, wonderful Comrade. It is magnificent you have finaly seen the light and toppled the deception and bastardised horde of socialist scum in your nation. I'am personally seeing to it that a large quantity of Fascian Ale is sent to you and your most loyal soldiers. Aswell as cigars to your wonderful 'Parliment'. It is a time of celebration! A new era has began for you and your nation. An era of happiness and prosperty. I wish you luck, Comrade; And God bless.

Sincerely,
Czar Charles Hayden

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Soviet Bloc
16-01-2005, 05:56
"Kagan, sir!" spoke an eager lieutenant, flagging the Kagan down in the hall in the capitol building.

In a harsh tone, Dokhturov returned, "What is it lieutenant?"

The lieutenant lifted up a piece of paper, "The Buechorians sent someone to talk to you... Apparantly about Soviet Bloc-Buechorian relations..."

Dokhturov snatched the paper, carefully reading its contents, "Hmm, likely to break them up... They're socialist now aren't they? Don't they realize we pretty much already occupy their nation with soldiers?"

The lieutenant shrugged, "No idea."

The Kagan rolled his eyes, "Fine, let the Buechorian in... And any aides or body guards, I'll see what they want."

The lieutenant nodded, quickly making his out after being dismissed.



Kagan Viktor Dokhturov and his entourage of body guards eagerly awaited the Buechorian delegation in the capitol's lobby area...
Buechoria
16-01-2005, 06:03
Bruno Joachim and his two guards slowly entered the capitol lobby. Bruno eyed Dokhturov suspiciously, then offered his hand. In fluent Russian, he began to speak.

“Hello Mr. Dokhturov. Shall we begin our talks? My country has become suspicious of your activities.” He waited calmly for Dokhturov’s reply.
Fascist Confederacy
16-01-2005, 06:26
"Hello, this is White World Media. Today has been a wonderful day for Fascists around the world. Today I'm actually inside Das Zitadelle talking with the Czar about the happenings in Soviet Bloc. Hello Your Highness."

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"Hello William."

"Alright, let's get this started. What do you think of the happenings in Soviet Bloc?"

"Well, I think it's wonderful. Viktor's finally getting rid of his Judea-Bolsheviks and instilling a new pride in his culture. It's a wonderful thing."

"Yes, it is. But is it true that a branch of The White Knights Of The Confederacy will be instated in the newly Fascist, Soviet Bloc?"

"We're talking about it. There is no certain yes or no."

"Mhm... I see. Is it true you had been discussing with him Fascism vs. Socialism and Communism?"

"Yes, yes it is. I have been talking with him for several weeks now about Fascism and it as a ruling ideal. Obviously he accepted its truths!"

"Haha. Yes he did Your Highness. What are your plans for further relations with Soviet Bloc?"

"Well, I hope our tires will strengthen and me and Viktor will become closer friends from it all."

"That's wonderful, Your Highness. This has been William Pierce for White World Media with the Czar in Das Zitadelle on Soviet Bloc's sudden shift to Fascism. Signing off."
Soviet Bloc
16-01-2005, 09:33
Dokhturov raised an eyebrow at the Buechorian before giving his hand a firm shake, "Ahh, yes yes... Please... Follow me. We can get down to business..."

He nodded to a group of body guards who prevented the Buechorian's own aides/guardes from moving farther into the compound. Dokhturov motioned down a hallway, "This way..." He walked, in step, alongside the Buechorian as they entered the hallway. "So, why is your country 'suspicious' of our activities? Hmm?" He gave the Buechorian a cold stare.


Back in the lobby, nearly a dozen guards had surrounded the Buechorian's two guards, keeping a watchful eye and a ready hand on their assault rifles.


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In A Previously-Composed Statement:


"Comrade Czar Hayden, if it were not for you, I would have not realized that my vision for this nation could not be accomplished. I thank you greatly for your support and I must also thank you for the goods you send. I can most certainly guarantee that I shall enjoy the fine liquor, as will my bodyguards and their families. The parliamentarians will undoubtedly enjoy the cigars they have been presented. Once again, I thank you for your support in these matters..."


Regards,

Kagan Viktor Dokhturov
Buechoria
16-01-2005, 20:05
Bruno uneasily walked down the hallway. He noticed his guards were back in the lobby, being detained by the ARSB soldiers. ”You don’t call killing your entire parliament suspicious, Mr. Dokhturov?”

Bruno felt a chill go up go his spine. He realized he probably sentenced himself to his own death with saying that comment.
Soviet Bloc
16-01-2005, 22:20
The Kagan glanced at Bruno, "Who said I killed parliament?" He smirked at the Buechorian while continuing, "It was such an out of control fire..." He shook his head, "Very, very bad... It was a wonder I made it out alive." As he had said this, he lead the Buechorian into a storage room, containing cleaning supplies and the like. The two Dokhturosoldat guards with him entered behind him, closing the heavy door behind them.

He backed the Buechorian up to a wall, "My friend, there are three ways you can look at it... The first is through the innocent citizen's eyes... A terrible fire guts the parliament building, killing everyone... Viktor Dokhturov escapes through the invaluable assistance of his guardsmen." He rested his left arm up against the Buechorian's neck, easing him against the wall. He knew the Buechorian was unarmed because as he had entered the building he had unknowingly passed through three metal detectors, an X-Ray machine, and a machine that penetrates only his clothes. His right hand gripped his pistol's handle as he began pressing harder, closing off the Buechorian's air ways.

"The second way is through my eyes..." His face grew closer, "You have to gain absolute power somehow? No?" He smirked as his eyes scanned the eyes of his prey, "The extermination of parliament was a must. They were socialist. They're the reason vermin like you live." He gave a last final jerk into the Buechorian's neck, likely causing the Buechorian to believe he was to die.

He then let off... And turned his back, quickly making his way for the doorway... He stopped just as he reached his two guardsmen, he raised his left hand and its index finger, "Ya know... I forgot one..." He slowly turned around, giving a menacing glance to the Buechorian. "The third view is through the very last two parliamentarians eyes... This, is what they saw..." His right hand swiftly gripped the same RSP-45 used to murder the last two parliamenterians and raised it until its barrel was aligned with Bruno's face. "Hmm? Beautiful view, no?" Before the Buechorian could plead for his life or even realize what was occuring, his thumb flicked off the safety and his index finger pulled the trigger, the recoil bringing the barrel up a foot. Bruno Joachim's head flicked backwards as the .45 round sheared off the right side of his skull, instantly smearing the concrete wall with a splatter of pink flesh and droplets of blood. The Buechorian tipped to the right, crumpling over a crate of cleaning supplies, blood spilling from the gaping wound.

Viktor reholstered the pistol and turned to the two guardsmen, "Get someone to clean it up. Don't let anyone see the body." The two nodded, Viktor quickly left the room into the hall. The heavy door had prevented everyone from hearing what had happened. As he entered the lobby he nodded to the Dokhturosoldat who had surrounded Bruno's two guards. The guards were promptly beaten unconscious and stripped of their weapons and gear. The two guards were then promptly hauled to a nearby military installation for potential intelligence.
Soviet Bloc
16-01-2005, 22:26
The Kagan glanced at Bruno, "Who said I killed parliament?" He smirked at the Buechorian while continuing, "It was such an out of control fire..." He shook his head, "Very, very bad... It was a wonder I made it out alive." As he had said this, he lead the Buechorian into a storage room, containing cleaning supplies and the like. The two Dokhturosoldat guards with him entered behind him, closing the heavy door behind them.

He backed the Buechorian up to a wall, "My friend, there are three ways you can look at it... The first is through the innocent citizen's eyes... A terrible fire guts the parliament building, killing everyone... Viktor Dokhturov escapes through the invaluable assistance of his guardsmen." He rested his left arm up against the Buechorian's neck, easing him against the wall. He knew the Buechorian was unarmed because as he had entered the building he had unknowingly passed through three metal detectors, an X-Ray machine, and a machine that penetrates only his clothes. His right hand gripped his pistol's handle as he began pressing harder, closing off the Buechorian's air ways.

"The second way is through my eyes..." His face grew closer, "You have to gain absolute power somehow? No?" He smirked as his eyes scanned the eyes of his prey, "The extermination of parliament was a must. They were socialist. They're the reason vermin like you live." He gave a last final jerk into the Buechorian's neck, likely causing the Buechorian to believe he was to die.

He then let off... And turned his back, quickly making his way for the doorway... He stopped just as he reached his two guardsmen, he raised his left hand and its index finger, "Ya know... I forgot one..." He slowly turned around, giving a menacing glance to the Buechorian. "The third view is through the very last two parliamentarians eyes... This, is what they saw..." His right hand swiftly gripped the same RSP-45 used to murder the last two parliamenterians and raised it until its barrel was aligned with Bruno's face. "Hmm? Beautiful view, no?" Before the Buechorian could plead for his life or even realize what was occuring, his thumb flicked off the safety and his index finger pulled the trigger, the recoil bringing the barrel up a foot. Bruno Joachim's head flicked backwards as the .45 round sheared off the right side of his skull, instantly smearing the concrete wall with a splatter of pink flesh and droplets of blood. The Buechorian tipped to the right, crumpling over a crate of cleaning supplies, blood spilling from the gaping wound.

Viktor reholstered the pistol and turned to the two guardsmen, "Get someone to clean it up. Don't let anyone see the body." The two nodded, Viktor quickly left the room into the hall. The heavy door had prevented everyone from hearing what had happened. As he entered the lobby he nodded to the Dokhturosoldat who had surrounded Bruno's two guards. The guards were promptly beaten unconscious and stripped of their weapons and gear. The two guards were then promptly hauled to a nearby military installation for potential intelligence.
Doomingsland
16-01-2005, 22:43
Priority message to ARSB government

The Emperor would like to extend an invitation to the Kagan to tour our nation at the time of his choosing. Again, we congradualate you on your great step forward, away from the horrible plague known as socialism.
Fascist Confederacy
16-01-2005, 22:52
In A Previously-Composed Statement:


"Comrade Czar Hayden, if it were not for you, I would have not realized that my vision for this nation could not be accomplished. I thank you greatly for your support and I must also thank you for the goods you send. I can most certainly guarantee that I shall enjoy the fine liquor, as will my bodyguards and their families. The parliamentarians will undoubtedly enjoy the cigars they have been presented. Once again, I thank you for your support in these matters..."


Regards,

Kagan Viktor Dokhturov

No thanks needed. I'am only wishing to help a fellow White Comrade see the light. You must of course, understand that. I will now open the borders of West Belarus to East Belarus so that our White Bretheren may freely pass between our two rightousness federations.

Sincerely,
Czar Charles Hayden

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Belem
16-01-2005, 23:08
ooc: yah! go you! IC response coming soon.
The Shadowship
16-01-2005, 23:35
Kagan Viktor Dokhturov , my nation would like to express its happiness towards your nation for washing your hands of the socialist injustice. However, we are wondering just how long this litigious peace will last. we offer to you to send 12,000 troops to your greet nation to aid in defense and serve as peace keepers.

My Best Regards,

PJ Kleinbohl
Supreme Shadow Ruler
The Shadowship
Buechoria
16-01-2005, 23:48
Eric Rechnitz sat quietly in his office. It had been a day since Bruno has a rrived, and he was growing increasicly worried. He pressed a button on his phone labeled, 'Joachim' and put the reciever to his head and waited.

"Why the hell hasn't he picked up yet. Bruno always has his phone with him." Pondered Rechnitz. After ten rings, a cheerful voice , "The number 77-98-00-6690... Is currently unavailable. Please hang up and try again." Rechnitz slammed the reciever into the phone and cursed.

Action would be taken.
Belem
17-01-2005, 01:01
Official Comminque to Soviet Bloc:

The Holy Imperial Empire of Belem congratulates the Kagan of Soviet Bloc on overturning the decrepit and barbariac communists of old and replacing them with a true government based on the ideals of nationalism and the betterment of the State. The Empire hopes that our two nations may now enjoy peaceful relations and together spread the goals of Fascism throughout the world.


His Imperial Highness
Emperor Vincent Lombardi

Undersigned:
The Holy Office of the Inquisition.
The Imperial Council.
Buechoria
18-01-2005, 00:48
I better bump this before it dies.