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Justified Means...

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.”
Aztec National League
06-02-2005, 10:10
Premier Quetzalcoatl looked at the clock, almost 12’o clock, PM. The only thing keeping him somewhat conscious and coherent was the mild stimulant of coffee. It had been a while since anything of major importance came up; it was pointless to stay there, torturing himself. If nothing is going to come up, he might as well go home. The country would be better off with a more coherent leader. He grabbed the phone and on the speed dial, pressed for Foreign Affairs.

The phone rang as he waited for the Minister to answer.

“Hello, Dr. Darius Wellington, Minister of Foreign Affairs.”

“Hey, this is the Premier, any, ugh…international responses yet?”

“Nope, none at this time, Premier.”

“All right, that’s all. Bye.”

“Take care, Premier.”

The Premier put the phone down, disconnected it, and then called the Intelligence Minister. Again, nothing new came up. “All right, Coyotepec, I’m clocking out. Take care.”

Asleep, Coyotepec was oblivious to what Quetzalcoatl said.

Quetzalcoatl got up out of his chair and walked over to the door. He wanted to make sure the phone wouldn’t go off just as he left. After waiting about 5 seconds, Quetzalcoatl opened the door and walked out of his office.

-RING-RING-RING-

“Ah, damn it!”

Vice Premier Coyotepec woke up, alarmed by the phone. Premier Quetzalcoatl ran back to his desk and said, “Yes, yes, what is it?”

“Sir,” it was an unfamiliar voice, “I’m with the JWIs in Panama. There are about 1,000 demonstrators blocking the streets. In addition, they do not have a permit since they are in an industrial area. What do we do?”

Exasperated, the Premier said, “All right, they can protest without an permit. However, tell them to get on the sidewalks. If they do not comply within five minutes, order them to disperse. If they still do not comply, break it up.”

“Yes sir, do you want me to give you updates.”

“Hell no. I’m going home, I’ve been up for over 24 hours.”

“Yes sir.”

The phone disconnected, and Premier Quetzalcoatl walked out to the office and headed home.


Location: Panama Canal

“DOWN WITH COMMIES, DOWN WITH COMMIES, DOWN WITH QUETZAL!” The protesters chanted louder and louder, without stop.

“This is our final request, remove yourself from the streets and your protest may continue peacefully.”

“HELL NO, DOWN WITH COMMIES!”

“All right, give them one more minute. If they do not get onto the side walk, then they get an dispersion order.”

“Yes sir.”

The 500 JWIs standing before the protesters huddled in and prepared for what seemed like an inevitable confrontation.

30 seconds remaining, yet the protesters seemed to get louder and louder, and denser. “Damn, I don’t want to do this.” Yelled out the commander. “All right, radio in the base, tell them to send in a couple of trucks to help up disperse them, if need be.”

Yes sir.

After the message was dispatched, the wait began again. The tension was almost as thick as the humidity.

“Time’s up.”

The commander stood up and waked over to his humvee. He then clicked on the loud speaker and said, “This is now an order to disperse. You are ordered to cease and desist and go back to your homes or jobs. Failure to comply will force us to take action. You have five minutes.”

Again, the tense wait began. However, in about three minutes, several JWI trucks pulled up and took position. Yet, the protesters would not leave.

The commander went back to his loud speaker, “You are now down to two and an half minutes, you must disperse now!”

The protesters simply yelled back, “NO, DOWN WITH COMMIES!”

Suddenly, silence.

“Holy crap, incoming Molotov cocktail!” Yelled out a JWI. Quickly, a sharp shooter took aim and shot the bottle in mid air. The fireball fell down to the ground and burned intensely. The commander was shocked, “All right, you had your warning, all troops, move in!”

At that, about thirty protesters made a run for it. But still well over what were now 1,100 protesters refused to budge.

“Ready non-lethal weaponry, be prepared to fire.” Yelled out the commander.

The gap between the two forces became narrower. As the JWIs swiftly moved towards the group of protesters, some of the protesters began to throw rocks at the JWIs.

“FIRE!”

The sound of weaponry reverberated throughout the city. Rubber bullets where shot at the protesters while tear gas and pepper spray were being sprayed at them. The well-protected JWIs would never feel the effects of the weaponry. As most of the protesters fell to the hail of rubber bullets and tear gas/pepper spray mix, some of the more belligerent and gas resistant protesters began first fighting with the JWIs. Yet, they stood no chance against the Soviet military. All the resistors who chose to fight ended up bloody, battered, beaten, and bruised. After being disabled, they were all arrested.

-_-_-_-A N L ~ N E W S W I R E-_-_-_-

Today, a large protest in Panama ended violently when the JWIs had to break it up. The protesters refused to obey an order to clear the streets and then disperse. The main occurrence that sparked the conflict was a protester throwing a Molotov cocktail and the troops. Although many were arrested; only a few will be prosecuted for “inciting an riot.” The person responsible for starting the protest without an warrant and not telling his followers to comply with law, Nicolas Martinez, has been arrested and is charged with inciting an riot.

When asked about the incident, an government spokesperson said, "We gave them fair warning. They knew what they were getting into and they got burned."
Aztec National League
06-02-2005, 23:47
.::B R E A K I N G ~ N E W S ~ U P D A T E::.

Today, a judge in the Federal Aztec Court of Panama has declared the arrest of Nicolas Martinez illegal. At a 2-1 vote, the court, which is the smallest in the Aztec National League, decided the reason for arrest was circumstantial, as Martinez was not actually present at the protest when it became violent. Instead, he left when the JWIs ordered the protest to cease, according to video evidence.

When asked for a statement, Martinez had this to say:

"This is just the beginning. From this point on, I will head the secession movement. I'm starting a campaign to force a recall election of the appointed governor of Panama. If I win, then I will formally cede Panama from the communists and form our own capitalist state.
Aztec National League
07-02-2005, 00:47
Location: La ciudad de Panama (Panama City), ANL
Martinez's house

After 15 hours in jail, Nicolas Martinez finally was able to get back to his house. No fan fare, any reporters, any ISPA or AIA agents to greet him. Finally, he might be ale to get some rest by him. Quietly, he looked out of his front window and though to himself about his new quest to peacefully remove communism. Indeed, it would be an uphill battle. A coup would fail under the fierce and steel strength of the Aztec military. Ever since the ANL's potential run-ins, the government had begun a massive recruiting campaign and rebuilt the military. However, regardless of how strong the ANL military might be, the Soviet politicians were worse. If they wanted something to fail, they could get a reason to fail. Yet, it was the only possible chance for change.

Nicolas pulled out a copy of the ANL Constitution. He had read over the thing thousands of times, the document was completely solid...there were absolutely no loopholes in it. The first roadblock that would give him trouble was in the very beginning of the lengthy document.

No state shall legally cede from the Union.

Indeed, this would be a tough battle. He would have to get another powerful nation to back him up on this one...Well; first, he needs to get into office first. Yet, he wouldn't let these massive obstacles of legalism stop him.
Aztec National League
07-02-2005, 08:12
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