Zarbia
28-01-2005, 03:32
Viktor Trotzig, former dictator of Zarbia, paced back and forth in the small holding cell. He felt like a fool, he had been humiliated in front of his people and the international community. Arrested by his own Chief of Staff and his government taken over by the Field Marshall of the Armed Forces, the former ruler had been reduced to the scum that he himself had locked up. At least he was not being held in a public prison, his captors had the decency to keep him in this protected underground facility. This top-secret location was reserved for extremely dangerous political opponents to the State. That was why he was here.
Inwardly Trotzig felt a shred of pleasure, the newly established military leaders didn't know a goddamn thing about politics or the economy, and they would slowly dig their own graves. One source of satisfaction was that he would not live long enough to see the downfall of his nation.
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Field Marshal Andrei Kuprin sat in a leather chair in his new office. He chuckled to himself; Trotzig hadn't seen the coup coming. The poor fool trusted Kuprin with his life, now he would pay for his mistake. The Polizia (secret police), the only major faction that had been completely loyal to Trotzig, had been defeated, disbanded, and its leaders executed. Instead, Kuprin had his own Militarpolis (military police) established and appointed a junta to aid him in running the country.
The Fascist Party was now outlawed, all traces and symbols of the regime were being destroyed and torn down. Zarbia would have a new beginning, and with it a new identity. The old fascist flag would be retired and a new flag would be raised.
http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/zarbia.jpg
Viktor Trotzig would be dead before the week was over; a new order was about to emerge in Zarbia.
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Andrei Kuprin,
Military leader of Zarbia.
Inwardly Trotzig felt a shred of pleasure, the newly established military leaders didn't know a goddamn thing about politics or the economy, and they would slowly dig their own graves. One source of satisfaction was that he would not live long enough to see the downfall of his nation.
***
Field Marshal Andrei Kuprin sat in a leather chair in his new office. He chuckled to himself; Trotzig hadn't seen the coup coming. The poor fool trusted Kuprin with his life, now he would pay for his mistake. The Polizia (secret police), the only major faction that had been completely loyal to Trotzig, had been defeated, disbanded, and its leaders executed. Instead, Kuprin had his own Militarpolis (military police) established and appointed a junta to aid him in running the country.
The Fascist Party was now outlawed, all traces and symbols of the regime were being destroyed and torn down. Zarbia would have a new beginning, and with it a new identity. The old fascist flag would be retired and a new flag would be raised.
http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/zarbia.jpg
Viktor Trotzig would be dead before the week was over; a new order was about to emerge in Zarbia.
***
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ac/SSEichmann.jpg
Andrei Kuprin,
Military leader of Zarbia.