Aztec National League
06-02-2005, 08:51
OOC: This is not going to be an all out civil war RP, although there will be some fighting and an small failed coup in it.
IC:
Outside Tenochitilán, México, ANL
2:14 AM
“RING-RING—RING, RING” All throughout the house, a telephone’s ring could be heard.
“Ah, damn it!” Yelled out Quetzalcoatl Nochtli. “Don’t those damn politicians have any ability to handle a situation by themselves?”
“Let it ring.” His girlfriend, Angelica responded.
“No, no, it’s the emergency line, it might be important.” Irritated, Quetzalcaotl got out of the bed and turned on the lights. He navigated his way to the phone and picked it up, “Yeah, what is it?” There was a sound of frustration and irritation in his voice.
For about five seconds, there was silence.
“What?” Quetzalcoalt’s irritation was replaced by a sound of shock.
“Yeah…right, ok. What’s the casualty rate?”
Angelica couldn’t keep her silence any longer, “Quetzal, what happened?”
“Damn, not good.” Sighing, Quetzalcoatl had to concede to the inevitable, “All right, I’ll be at the Capitol in ten minutes.” He hung up the phone, “Damn, Angelica, I’m sorry. An emergency has occurred, I have to get to the Union Chambers immediately.”
“What is it? I don’t want you to leave right now!”
Quetzalcoatl walked over to his dresser and pulled out articles of clothing. Poignantly, he said, “Angelica, there was an bombing at the Panama Canal. Word is part one of the locks is damaged. The bombing also was near the main civic center, word is twenty are already dead, at least eighty injured. Sorry I have to leave you now.”
“Well, right now, there are more serious matters at hand. I accepted this as a possibility when I decided to fall in love with the Premier of the Aztec National League.” She firmly said.
“I’m glad you understand. I love you too.” Quetzalcoatl by now was fully dressed and ready to leave. He gave her a quick kiss. After, he walked over to the garage and into his muscle car and drove off to the Capitol.
As Quetzalcoatl drove along the dark road, passing by the farms he lived in and labored in as an youth, all other thoughts left his mind and now there was only the issue at hand – the bombing.
The car zoomed down the freeway, past the industrial complexes dotting the outside of the ancient yet advanced city. Meanwhile, the night sky was illuminated by the lights of the forest of government and privately owned skyscrapers. In the three years Quetzalcoatl has been Premier, the nation had had amazing growth, but many times some rebels disapproved of his communist ideology and had open rebellion. It was appearing it would be one of those times, unfortunately.
With tires screeching, the Premier’s car turned down an off ramp and made a sharp left turn down a city street. With a couple minutes time, the car pulled up to the Grand Union Chambers and came to a complete halt. Premier Quetzalcoatl darted out of the car and saw an aide running towards him.
“Is everyone assembled?” The Premier asked?
Quickly, the aide responded “Yes, they are.”
Premier Quetzalcoatl ran up the stairs of the Grand Union Chambers while the aide got into the car to park it. He opened the doors of the Grand Union Chambers as was immediately swarmed with a wave of reporters.
“Premier, what’s going on?”
“Can I have an statement?”
“What are you’re plans for right now?”
“Sir, sir, sir…”
The questions were more numerous then reporters. He carefully made it to one of the secret chambers and said, “Right now, I have nothing to say, I’ll give an statement when I have enough information to give an statement.”
He opened the door and rushed in and closed it. “Damn reporters.”
Inside was Vice Premier Coyotepec Xoxoctic, Intelligence Minister Victor Tonhuac, Minister of War Tlanextic Zazanilli, and the Minister of Commercial, Industrial and Residential Development, Congressman Tamuzin Yollotl.
“All right, Coyotepec, status report.” Demanded the Premier.
“Well, currently, EMTs are in place and treating the injured. So far, the death rate is at 40 while injury rate is at 200. One lock in the canal is severely damaged; another one in inundated with water, but having no other damage. I have already ordered all ships out of the Canal until further notice.”
“Good, in fact, order that the Canal be closed completely until it is safe to transverse. That’s going to be an strain on the economy, but, lives before profit, ehh?” Premier Quetzalcoatl said. “I need police and Cost Guard boats to patrol the area to make sure no ships try to get in. Try to get the Navy to get vessels there pronto.”
“Yes sir.” Said the War Minister.
“Minister Tonhuac, as the Intelligence Minister, why didn’t the AIA or ISPA or any other of our Intelligence Agencies know of this in advance.”
“Sir, we have been keeping an good eye on domestic security. This could hardly be considered an ‘Intelligence Failure.’”
“History will determine if that is the case. Until then, I want you to have the AIA and ISPA securing, patrolling and spying on the area. Also, obviously, we must find out who did this.”
“Already on it.”
“Good, now, I’m going out there to make an statement, you all come out with me.”
They all file out to the main conference room. Although they received no notice, the reporters were all in their seats, pre-empting the leader’s moves.
Premier Quetzalcoat, the youngest (25) out of all of them, began.
“Ladies and gentlemen, both of the Aztec Union and the International world, an attack has occurred at the Panama Canal. It is confirmed, a bombing did occur and one of the locks in the Panama Canal is severely damaged. More importantly, casualties are being reported. Currently, EMTs are treating the injured and the AIA, ISPA and military are securing the area. Until further notice, the Panama Canal will be closed for repairs. Hopefully, it will be fully functional by the end of the month, but at this current time, I can not make any promises.”
8 Hours later:
11:52 AM
“Premier Quetzalcoat! We have a situation!
Exhausted, Quetzalcoatl groggily raised his head from his desk and said, “All right, what is it. And I tell you, I’m not coming into the office tomorrow!”
“Watch the TV.”
The Vice-Premier turned on the TV, on it was a man who was giving a speech in Panama.
“Look at this mess! Look at how communism has failed you. Look how the opposition party, the Libertarians have failed you. We have been part of the ANL for one year, and yet the Communist Union has no heart for us. They don’t give a damn! Our schools are some of the worst in the union, our infrastructure is still not fully repaired and many countless other promises the Union gave to us. Finally, as if that weren’t enough, they don’t give us the same protection as they give the other states and we have a bombing attack. Well, I can’t allow this to go on any further. From this point on, I shall strive to have the state of Panama cede from this godless, communist union and strive to have an moral, capitalist system in which we as individuals can control our own lives. I can’t allow my fellow Panamanians to be treated like this.”
Premier Quetzalcoatl asked indignantly, “Who the hell is that?”
Vice-Premier Coyotepec watched the TV; “It appears his name is Nicolas Martinez…The ISPA will pull up his file. Don’t worry Premier, the ANL constitution forbids secession.”
Premier Quetzalcoatl looked at his Vice-Premier and said annoyed, “For as long as you and I have been in power, I would have expected you to think these situations simply don’t die down. If there is an will, there is certainly an way.”
Nodding his head, Coyotepec said, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
IC:
Outside Tenochitilán, México, ANL
2:14 AM
“RING-RING—RING, RING” All throughout the house, a telephone’s ring could be heard.
“Ah, damn it!” Yelled out Quetzalcoatl Nochtli. “Don’t those damn politicians have any ability to handle a situation by themselves?”
“Let it ring.” His girlfriend, Angelica responded.
“No, no, it’s the emergency line, it might be important.” Irritated, Quetzalcaotl got out of the bed and turned on the lights. He navigated his way to the phone and picked it up, “Yeah, what is it?” There was a sound of frustration and irritation in his voice.
For about five seconds, there was silence.
“What?” Quetzalcoalt’s irritation was replaced by a sound of shock.
“Yeah…right, ok. What’s the casualty rate?”
Angelica couldn’t keep her silence any longer, “Quetzal, what happened?”
“Damn, not good.” Sighing, Quetzalcoatl had to concede to the inevitable, “All right, I’ll be at the Capitol in ten minutes.” He hung up the phone, “Damn, Angelica, I’m sorry. An emergency has occurred, I have to get to the Union Chambers immediately.”
“What is it? I don’t want you to leave right now!”
Quetzalcoatl walked over to his dresser and pulled out articles of clothing. Poignantly, he said, “Angelica, there was an bombing at the Panama Canal. Word is part one of the locks is damaged. The bombing also was near the main civic center, word is twenty are already dead, at least eighty injured. Sorry I have to leave you now.”
“Well, right now, there are more serious matters at hand. I accepted this as a possibility when I decided to fall in love with the Premier of the Aztec National League.” She firmly said.
“I’m glad you understand. I love you too.” Quetzalcoatl by now was fully dressed and ready to leave. He gave her a quick kiss. After, he walked over to the garage and into his muscle car and drove off to the Capitol.
As Quetzalcoatl drove along the dark road, passing by the farms he lived in and labored in as an youth, all other thoughts left his mind and now there was only the issue at hand – the bombing.
The car zoomed down the freeway, past the industrial complexes dotting the outside of the ancient yet advanced city. Meanwhile, the night sky was illuminated by the lights of the forest of government and privately owned skyscrapers. In the three years Quetzalcoatl has been Premier, the nation had had amazing growth, but many times some rebels disapproved of his communist ideology and had open rebellion. It was appearing it would be one of those times, unfortunately.
With tires screeching, the Premier’s car turned down an off ramp and made a sharp left turn down a city street. With a couple minutes time, the car pulled up to the Grand Union Chambers and came to a complete halt. Premier Quetzalcoatl darted out of the car and saw an aide running towards him.
“Is everyone assembled?” The Premier asked?
Quickly, the aide responded “Yes, they are.”
Premier Quetzalcoatl ran up the stairs of the Grand Union Chambers while the aide got into the car to park it. He opened the doors of the Grand Union Chambers as was immediately swarmed with a wave of reporters.
“Premier, what’s going on?”
“Can I have an statement?”
“What are you’re plans for right now?”
“Sir, sir, sir…”
The questions were more numerous then reporters. He carefully made it to one of the secret chambers and said, “Right now, I have nothing to say, I’ll give an statement when I have enough information to give an statement.”
He opened the door and rushed in and closed it. “Damn reporters.”
Inside was Vice Premier Coyotepec Xoxoctic, Intelligence Minister Victor Tonhuac, Minister of War Tlanextic Zazanilli, and the Minister of Commercial, Industrial and Residential Development, Congressman Tamuzin Yollotl.
“All right, Coyotepec, status report.” Demanded the Premier.
“Well, currently, EMTs are in place and treating the injured. So far, the death rate is at 40 while injury rate is at 200. One lock in the canal is severely damaged; another one in inundated with water, but having no other damage. I have already ordered all ships out of the Canal until further notice.”
“Good, in fact, order that the Canal be closed completely until it is safe to transverse. That’s going to be an strain on the economy, but, lives before profit, ehh?” Premier Quetzalcoatl said. “I need police and Cost Guard boats to patrol the area to make sure no ships try to get in. Try to get the Navy to get vessels there pronto.”
“Yes sir.” Said the War Minister.
“Minister Tonhuac, as the Intelligence Minister, why didn’t the AIA or ISPA or any other of our Intelligence Agencies know of this in advance.”
“Sir, we have been keeping an good eye on domestic security. This could hardly be considered an ‘Intelligence Failure.’”
“History will determine if that is the case. Until then, I want you to have the AIA and ISPA securing, patrolling and spying on the area. Also, obviously, we must find out who did this.”
“Already on it.”
“Good, now, I’m going out there to make an statement, you all come out with me.”
They all file out to the main conference room. Although they received no notice, the reporters were all in their seats, pre-empting the leader’s moves.
Premier Quetzalcoat, the youngest (25) out of all of them, began.
“Ladies and gentlemen, both of the Aztec Union and the International world, an attack has occurred at the Panama Canal. It is confirmed, a bombing did occur and one of the locks in the Panama Canal is severely damaged. More importantly, casualties are being reported. Currently, EMTs are treating the injured and the AIA, ISPA and military are securing the area. Until further notice, the Panama Canal will be closed for repairs. Hopefully, it will be fully functional by the end of the month, but at this current time, I can not make any promises.”
8 Hours later:
11:52 AM
“Premier Quetzalcoat! We have a situation!
Exhausted, Quetzalcoatl groggily raised his head from his desk and said, “All right, what is it. And I tell you, I’m not coming into the office tomorrow!”
“Watch the TV.”
The Vice-Premier turned on the TV, on it was a man who was giving a speech in Panama.
“Look at this mess! Look at how communism has failed you. Look how the opposition party, the Libertarians have failed you. We have been part of the ANL for one year, and yet the Communist Union has no heart for us. They don’t give a damn! Our schools are some of the worst in the union, our infrastructure is still not fully repaired and many countless other promises the Union gave to us. Finally, as if that weren’t enough, they don’t give us the same protection as they give the other states and we have a bombing attack. Well, I can’t allow this to go on any further. From this point on, I shall strive to have the state of Panama cede from this godless, communist union and strive to have an moral, capitalist system in which we as individuals can control our own lives. I can’t allow my fellow Panamanians to be treated like this.”
Premier Quetzalcoatl asked indignantly, “Who the hell is that?”
Vice-Premier Coyotepec watched the TV; “It appears his name is Nicolas Martinez…The ISPA will pull up his file. Don’t worry Premier, the ANL constitution forbids secession.”
Premier Quetzalcoatl looked at his Vice-Premier and said annoyed, “For as long as you and I have been in power, I would have expected you to think these situations simply don’t die down. If there is an will, there is certainly an way.”
Nodding his head, Coyotepec said, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”