Lachenburg
16-01-2005, 20:53
Kalingrad (Koningsberg), East Prussia
Klaus Von Bulow stood near the door of his upper class apartment, gazing endlessly out of the window. The early morning rays were now creeping through the old cobblestone streets and illuminating the gothic buildings of many ages past. For years, this small city had gone through the same routine of life. Although it had gone through the hands of many nations, it still resisted the decay of time.
By now the old church bells had begun to chime their graceful tune, awaking many from their peaceful repose. Within minuites the town slowly sprang to life, as citizens clamored out of their homes to get on with the daily chores of life.
And yet for some reason, this had amazed Bulow ever since he was a young man in his early 20s, studying at the University nearby. These people always went about the same thing every day, no matter what happened. It was as if this small peaceful city was trapped in an enternal capsule of time. However, that was soon going to change.
Koningsberg used to be part of one of the most powerful Empires of Europe. Within its boundries were the smartest and wealthiest of Prussia. Now it was just another puppet state of Russia, a country who despised the inhabitants of this peaceful city and stripped it of its wealth. Von Bulow hated the Russians, every one of them. No longer would they control these people, for Klaus knew the the path to slavation.
Reaching into the ornate wooden cabinet to his left, he removed a glass,along with a bottle of cognac. Filling his glass with the dark liquid, he slowly sipped on it. After all, it was just past 7 AM and he had a big day ahead of him.
Knock..Knock
"Come in."
A man dressed in a Black overcoat, wearing tall leather boots and a Officers cap entered the small room. His face, although young and chisled, was covered in scars from previous conflicts. In his left hand was a black briefcase.
"Welcome General. Cognac?"
Looking in suprise at Von Bulow, the General shook his hand in a no-like gesture.
"My god Bulow, it isnt even noon yet and your drinking? Crazy bastard."
Setting the glass down on a nearby table, Klaus snickered at the General's comment and grabbed his grey coat that was draped over a red armchair, facing the center of the room.
"Another unfortuante vice I inherited from my father. Is it time to go?"
"Yes it is. Our supporters are waiting at the town hall."
"Excellent. Let us go."
Qucikly leaving the room, both men hurried down to the Black BMW 7-Series that was parked on the side of the street below. After several minuites of winding down cobblestone streets, the two arrived at the old city hall.
By now, hundreds of soliders and citizens were crowded onto the stone steps leading up to the building. Shouting patriotic slogans and brandishing firearms, these men certianly attracted a crowd.
"Look, its the General and Chancellor Von Bulow!"
The entire crowd burst into cheer, as the two figures got out of the car and ascended the stone steps up to a small podium that had been placed at the top. Once he reached the podium, Klaus again gazed out over the city.
Silence desended on the group, as he began his speech.
"Fellow citizens of Konigsberg. Today, we begin a new chapter in our long history. For years, our Russian Oppresors have stripped us of our wealth and freedom, but we will take it no longer. On this bright morning, I delcare a new state of Prussia, stretching from our borders to the borders of Estonia, Latvia and Lithulania. For years we have been preparing for this moment and now we are ready. Now I ask all of you loyal Prussians to rise up and take what is yours!"
Those assembled let out a great cheer of pride, for this was their day of redemption. Within hours, Prussian forces located within East Prussia, Estonia, Latvia and Lithulania rose up and began to sieze places of government. As the day wore on, many were enticed by these promises of freedom and joined the ranks of the Prussians.
Soon, what had began as a spark had grown into a firestorm. By days end, a new nation was emerging from the ashes of long ago.
Klaus Von Bulow stood near the door of his upper class apartment, gazing endlessly out of the window. The early morning rays were now creeping through the old cobblestone streets and illuminating the gothic buildings of many ages past. For years, this small city had gone through the same routine of life. Although it had gone through the hands of many nations, it still resisted the decay of time.
By now the old church bells had begun to chime their graceful tune, awaking many from their peaceful repose. Within minuites the town slowly sprang to life, as citizens clamored out of their homes to get on with the daily chores of life.
And yet for some reason, this had amazed Bulow ever since he was a young man in his early 20s, studying at the University nearby. These people always went about the same thing every day, no matter what happened. It was as if this small peaceful city was trapped in an enternal capsule of time. However, that was soon going to change.
Koningsberg used to be part of one of the most powerful Empires of Europe. Within its boundries were the smartest and wealthiest of Prussia. Now it was just another puppet state of Russia, a country who despised the inhabitants of this peaceful city and stripped it of its wealth. Von Bulow hated the Russians, every one of them. No longer would they control these people, for Klaus knew the the path to slavation.
Reaching into the ornate wooden cabinet to his left, he removed a glass,along with a bottle of cognac. Filling his glass with the dark liquid, he slowly sipped on it. After all, it was just past 7 AM and he had a big day ahead of him.
Knock..Knock
"Come in."
A man dressed in a Black overcoat, wearing tall leather boots and a Officers cap entered the small room. His face, although young and chisled, was covered in scars from previous conflicts. In his left hand was a black briefcase.
"Welcome General. Cognac?"
Looking in suprise at Von Bulow, the General shook his hand in a no-like gesture.
"My god Bulow, it isnt even noon yet and your drinking? Crazy bastard."
Setting the glass down on a nearby table, Klaus snickered at the General's comment and grabbed his grey coat that was draped over a red armchair, facing the center of the room.
"Another unfortuante vice I inherited from my father. Is it time to go?"
"Yes it is. Our supporters are waiting at the town hall."
"Excellent. Let us go."
Qucikly leaving the room, both men hurried down to the Black BMW 7-Series that was parked on the side of the street below. After several minuites of winding down cobblestone streets, the two arrived at the old city hall.
By now, hundreds of soliders and citizens were crowded onto the stone steps leading up to the building. Shouting patriotic slogans and brandishing firearms, these men certianly attracted a crowd.
"Look, its the General and Chancellor Von Bulow!"
The entire crowd burst into cheer, as the two figures got out of the car and ascended the stone steps up to a small podium that had been placed at the top. Once he reached the podium, Klaus again gazed out over the city.
Silence desended on the group, as he began his speech.
"Fellow citizens of Konigsberg. Today, we begin a new chapter in our long history. For years, our Russian Oppresors have stripped us of our wealth and freedom, but we will take it no longer. On this bright morning, I delcare a new state of Prussia, stretching from our borders to the borders of Estonia, Latvia and Lithulania. For years we have been preparing for this moment and now we are ready. Now I ask all of you loyal Prussians to rise up and take what is yours!"
Those assembled let out a great cheer of pride, for this was their day of redemption. Within hours, Prussian forces located within East Prussia, Estonia, Latvia and Lithulania rose up and began to sieze places of government. As the day wore on, many were enticed by these promises of freedom and joined the ranks of the Prussians.
Soon, what had began as a spark had grown into a firestorm. By days end, a new nation was emerging from the ashes of long ago.