NationStates Jolt Archive

Emperor Jonach sat on his bed, covered with the rarest and finest linen found in the deepest corners of the world, and looked at the white wall to his forefront, wife to his rear massaging his shoulders. He breathed, but his pensative face failed to budge, and he finally let out a short sigh and spoke,"My dear Hypolita, so many come to me and claim that I have done great things with out Empire, things that us mere mortals could only think of. I have founded this great city, I have ordered the Imperial troops into two wars, on which concluded successfully, and the other were our military prowess sails the open seas unmatched. Yet, I feel unsettled, as if this were not my country and those were not my deed. Have I let you down my princess? Have I ruined our family name? Why do I shake so? It is as if everything which my subjects claim as mine was not truly so. Is this true?"

Hypolita continued rubbing the fifty year old Emperor's back and smiled, slowing down her strokes, as he gyrated his shoulders, and she leaned to his ear and whispered,"No my king, what you see before your eyes has been a product of your genius. The only man who should feel threatened in the old Transguff which had it not been for your and your benevolent hand he would have never seen the staff of the pontifex maximus, and his long awaited crusades would have never formulated. It is because of you that our armies returned from Kahta in complete glory, bringing back the heads of dead prisoners, and it is you who managed the feats our armies did in that said region. Do not forget, my beloved Jonach, that it was to you who that one hundred day feast was dedicated to. Not your rivals. You own this neighborhood, you could not only be its king but its sovereign."

Jonach chuckeled and replied,"With that I am already two steps ahead of you. You were always so smart, you are the Jonach and I am the Transguff. But, I feel as if I have let my country down. I have enslaved my people - a notion I have always worked and sweated to erase for our history. The citizens of the Empire are not alive for myself but for the improvement of the state. However, I think that I have enslaved them."

Hypolita stopped rubbing and pulled back and sharply adressed her husband,"Why what have you done?"

Jonach chuckeled again, finding it funny that his Empress had snapped to attention. She thought she ran the country, and she probably did, but he was still the one who ultimately made the decisions. He turned gently and placed his right hand on her warm left palm and gallanty pulled her up while saying,"Come with me my queen to the balcony and you shall see."

The dark sky was pocketed by dozens, perhaps hundreds, of bright white and even yellow stars, located deep in the confines of that space which humanity thought it understood so well, but in reality understood nothing at all. Those stars, like the people who lived in the city below, were just statistics on paper, with no rights, no matter what their Emperor, or what God, promised. The streets were lighted by rhythmic street lights, and there was a serene silence covering the landscape under the Imperial Palace's shadows. Nothing moved in the dark roads below, not even a cat, or a roach - nothing dares to move since the rise of the Empire. It had been a time of fear and extreme security, but the administration had seen it as a time of flexibility. The era of a police state would come today as the Emperor knew and his Empress was to witness.

Out of one of the dark alleys a military truck in black drappery with a red sword emblem running down the hood pulled into the main street which was indeed the street for the most important government offices, including the homes of several of the parliamentary officials which had tied back the Emperor in his seat. The only thing Jonach I had pulled off were the two crusades, and only because the people had swung overwhelmingly for it because the Second Empire, just coming out of a Civil War and a massive overhaul of the military needed to flex its muscle and a wave of jingoism ensued. However, Jonach I had been unable to complete several of the domestic policies he had wanted to pass because the parliament had insisted on cutting the powers of the Emperor. It was Jonach Is time to strike back, and he would so with a cold lead bullet in the head. Out of the back of the truck, which was covered with a tarp, crawled out eight soldiers garbed in black uniforms with the same sword emblem on a patch on their left arm and another emblem on their right breast, one that resembled the insignia of the SS. Indeed, it was the rebirth of the organization, this time in the confines of the Macabee Empire.

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Soon the entire city burst into a speech as units of the same types occupied positions in front of important sectors, including pertinant and relevant political centers and news centers, and played the taped speech of the Emperor:

People of the Second Empire, the Empire of the Golden Throne, the day has come that we can unfold our true power with out the restrictions of those who would hate to see us grow and to forge and channel a strength never before wielded by our ancestors, not even by the glorious First Empire itself! For years the parliament has held us back, with their own political machinations, which only concerns them and their own private goals and aspirations - aspirations which are counter-revolutionary to the objectives of this country and of this Empire. It has only been because of you that we have been able to advance the few meters we have advanced and come victorious from foreign countries, notably Kahta, and our second war, that of Melgaria which has proved the absolute potential of our military machine and of our martial might. And for that I thank you, but it is time that I aid in the full unravelling of our power, and the only way to complete such a deed is to eliminate those who hinder us. So, although sadly, I must declare a state of martial law. But do not fear citizen of the Empire for you are not the target! Indeed, the target is the parliament. Those who have helped Satan, those who have yielded to the dark, those who have fought against the light, shall today pay for their sins in what is to be an early armageddon and a late inquisition! I do not shake at the idea of my people failing to fall behind me, for that would be calamity, not just for me, but for our Empire. I fear that should you not support me, and what I have done for this country, we are all lost. Do I fear correctly? Or do you stand with me against the liberal scum who have tried to dominate our politics! So, rise in arms sacred childred of God and follow me to the gates of Hell!"

The streets fell silent once again, but then the same silence broke as it once had before, but this time to something even more violent, more belligerent. Through out the speech the houses of prominent parliamentary officials had been raided and the parliament officials dragged through the streets by the hair and shoved into the trucks where they were shipping to the center of the city, between the Imperial Palace and the General Staff building, skyscrapers reaching for the heavens, and in fact hitting them in all their glory. The full lot of two hundred 'senators' were pushed into a tight square, Black Legion infantry in a tight square around them, about four hundred men all arrayed in a beautiful military fashion. The emperor by now had left his lady and had made his way down awaiting his once partners in the Empire and he climbed up to the podium which so dominated the scene smiling at his new captives and simply saying,"You created this future. Now you must deal with this monster."

The Black Legion men, guided by their officers, lowered their assault rifles, pointing them at the parliamentary officials before them. Some of the men who were the victims let out sighs, others cries of help, one looked at the Emperor and acclaimed,"You are no monster, for a monster has tact. You are subhuman!"

Jonach I smiled and nodded to the captain waiting erect for his orders. The captain about faced and rose his right arm in a stiff arm salute and let out a wild yell,"Ready rifles!" The bolt on each rifle was pulled back slowly, dramatically, and the guns were accurately aimed at the heads of the senators now on their knees silently looking for some forgiveness, willing to repent for the feats they had not done, but the Emperor had put in their mouths. Jonach I did not look like the peaceful man he normally seemed to be - he seemed much more like a madman, a despot... a leader.

That night the dark skies were not filled with the noises of earth, but with the cracks of rifles and the splitting of heads. It twas' a massacre. But the rise of the Black Legion was at hand. Jonach I was not as strong as he appeared to be, and he was extremely Machiavellian. That night he returned up to the top of the palace, to his warm room, where his Empress, Hypolita, was crying into the sheets. He gracefully walked his way over to her and laid his hand on her back. She wiggled out of his grasp and he pulled back obviously vexed. She turned her pretty face, which although forty, looked like on of thirty, and whimpered,"Why? Why such monstrousities?"

His face looked gloomy and solemnly he muttered,"Because it is best for our nation now to be free of that scum Hypolita. I know that many were killed today, and that was truly unnecessary, but for the people it was. The people need to see their leader strong. Please, Hypolita cease your crying, I cannot bear to see you like this. I did not save you from the depths of Spain where your ex-king of Greece father had kept you in his confines to see you like this."

She turned, eyes bloodshot from so much crying and muttered, "For now I will sleep elsewhere...perhaps with my daughters." She rose and walked out. The Emperor stood alone looking out the window and his face turned to stone. When she left he whispered to himself,"Appearing strong is a virtue Jonach. Don't ever forget it."

The President of the parliament, Mr. Karl Schwarzein, rolled into the corner of his bedroom after he had heard the Emperor's electrifying speech, the shadows of his paintings, his bed, and his cabinets, covering his face, and thus hiding his fear. However, his hands were more telling as the shook vibrantly proving that in his heart he felt nothing else but a pure sense of a dark future for himself. His eyes, white in the dark ambience, moved from rim to rim flailing wildly as paranoia swiftly overcame him. His wife walked into the room and looked at her husband and said."My dear husband, the man who had protected what little was left of our Democracy. Why are you in such fear? Because the upstart Jonach I thinks he can survive without the parliament? Up Karl ,get up, do not be a coward - that is not why you were chosen as the president of the parliament. Get up! Now! I will not let you die like this. Our loved Heinrich has prepared the auto, we are to leave the city immediately, and more importantly Hasselic Generaloberst Fedor von Gerstor wishes to meet you at the town of Weigar. You remember Weigar, don't you? Where our armies converged to finally unite the Empire only a few years ago?"

Karl Schwarzein looked at his wife and snapped, "Shut up Maria! They may hear us! Do you truly think I can escape? They probably have all the exits blocked, looking for me!"

Maria sneered and flashed back,"You defeatist! You are a coward! Get up!"

Karl Schwarzein was not a man to call a coward and he immediately rose, straight backed, and walked to his wife. Grabbing her by the arm he swung her towards him and lips met lips and they kissed - for the first time in years. He released the grip and she sighed - a love which had been non-existant for years had finally returned. But now was not the time for love, it was the time for flight. He pushed Maria towards the door which led to the main hall which in turn led to a main door which opened up to the flat building's staircase. However, as he turned the knob of the door the window behind him shattered as a flaming molotov cocktail crashed into the room, hitting the bed and putting it immediately in flames. Maria let out a gasp and almost fainted from the pressure, but Karl managed to push her out of the room. They both ran for the main door and entered the flat's staircase, but they found Black Legionnaires scaling the staircase. Karl turned to his wife and ordered sternly,"Get in the house!" He pushed her in and he followed going into the kitchen. There he opened the stove and Maria yelled,"What do you plan to do? Throw pots at them?". He gave her a wicket stare and told her to shut up while he took a hammer and banged through the back of the stove revealing a pit in the wall. Maria turned to the staircase and then back to her husband and hustled him, "They're coming! Oh dear, it is over!" He muttered a not yet and out of the hole revealed an old AN-94 which matched anything in the Legionnaire's arsenal and two vintage live potato masher grenades from the nineteen-forties era. Throwing one of the grenades out the door he cocked the AN-94 and slowly walked out. The staircase flashed like a thunderbolt as the grenade went off and the cries of wounded and the stench of dead engulfed the staircase almost immediately after. Rushing out of his flat he motioned for Maria to follow closely behind him. With the automatic rifle he hit one of the soldiers in the forehead, using old rifle skills he had learned when he has served with the now emperor Generaloberst Jonach Catalan against Hassel, and then moving down the staircase. The flight down the stairs went rapidly with no fighting at all as the Legionnaires decided it safer to fight out next to the truck. That strategy proved flawed as Karl merely blew the truck sky high with the granade revealing the soldiers who were gunned down - not even eight men could match him for skill and strength, especially eight niave, relatively green, men.

He pulled on Maria's arm and they sprinted down the pathway leading to a courtyard which had an elevator sitting in the corner which led to the subterranean parking garage, such as the one located right under the presence of the Reina Sofia museum in Madrid. Moving down the elevator Karl held Maria in his strong, young, arms and he thought about the future. Perhaps it wasn't farfetched that he would lead a resistance movement in Hassel against Jonach I - if that was possible so was victory. He knew he had to prepare himself metally for the task ahead. The elevator door opened revealing the underground parking garage shared by the different flats around him. He led his wife to their car where their young friend Heinrich was waiting. Heinrich looked at Karl and said,"It's an honor to server you.

Karl Schwarzein looked at the twenty year old man and replied,"I thought you were a staunch supporter of the Emperor!"

Heinrich smiled and chuckeled and answered,"No sir, I am a staunch supporter of the Empire. And you, frankly, are the Empire."

Karl was flattered but there was no time for games and he signaled Heinrich to get in the car and start it as he opened the passenger side door for his wife and the back door for himself. Soon enough the Audi A8 backed out and began to make its way out of the parking garage entering the dark streets of the night. The black car made its way through the streets and soon onto the main highway which lead outside the city. Understandibly, the way was marked with sporadic Black Legion trucks with the huge markings on the hood but most of them knew Heinrich for what they thought he was, a loyal follower of Jonach I, and let him go without further adieu. Had they stopped him he might have been executed - how lucky he was, how lucky he was indeed. The night was very intense although Maria managed to fall asleep in the car and Karl thought about what he would do to save his country. But for tonight they had left the horrors of Fedala behind.

Indeed, the killings were still continuing, and it would create what would forever be known as La Noche de Terror. Legionnaires pulled out innocent civilians from their homes and killed them under the excuse of being Parliamentarian, Communist, or Liberal. Entire families were lined up along the streets and massacred against the walls, leaving streaks of blod clogged on the bricks behind them is a completely gruesome pattern. It took the regulars of the Imperial Army to calm down the Black Legion which ultimately saved many lives, but far too late to save the souls of some two hundred innocent people, including women and children. Indeed the horrors of that night would pass onto the text books of all students all over the world soon enough as some of the worse massacres known in modern history. In particular instance a man, who had five sons, and Jewish, was tied onto the paved roadway and a Black Legion truck rolled over him to slowly crush his bones at an excrutiating two kilometers per hour.

Once the news had reached the ears of Jonach I who was sitting alone in his room without his wife he immediately rose and readied himself for an immediate speech. Using massive megaphones connected to receivers all over the city he soon adressed his machination of the Black Legion from his own bedroom quarters and he said,"Halt this madness! The parliament has been repaid in kind. Rest assured Legionnaires that tomorrow there will be fresh blood for you to spike! However, stop killing those who support you. Stop killing your own people or I will stop you!" Perhaps politically such a move wasn't sane, however, in the end the Black Legion wouldn't mind his akward call for a halt, and would indeed in the general sense stop the massacres and return to their underground bases, which were the right-wing owned discotechs and pubs. No matter this day was a black day indeed.

The crowds of Macabea City, the largerst harbor in the Empire, swept to their windows of their flats which rose sky high around the streets, waving the white flags with the black Imperial Eagles centered up and down. As the first black trucks, of course with the black sword and red background on the hood, entered the city, this time without tarps covering the Legionnaires in the rear, the crowd rose in cheers waving their flags harder and shouting cries of,"Long live the Emperor! Long live Transguff! Long live the Empire!" The men in the trucks stood up and in unison gave their right arm stiff arm salute towards the crowds which only brought even more cheers from the sidelines. Some of the soldiers, in their dreary black uniforms began to shout,"Bow down to your superiors! Pay homage or find yourself dead!" Truck after truck rumbled through the streets of Macabea City, one after the other, street after street, highway after highway. No other cars dared to move into the way for fear of being killed, and they might as well have been - the Black Legion cared about nobody except themselves.

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In the shadows of one of the higher flats the governor of Macabea City, Ulrich Zierch, sat at the dark wooden table with his collegue who had just arrived before the Black Legion to give the dark news to the governor. Ulirch took another bite of his cereal and gave a cold look towards his partner and then spoke,"So they have finally arrived eh? Dark days indeed. It's funny how so many people around us can be blinded with so many lies. Funny how those men are to impose a draconic regime, support a murderous realm, and yet the people support it as if it was a new age for democracy. I hate it. The stupidity of the masses overwhelms me, and I can no longer see them taken advantage like so."

The other man leaned foward and whispered,"What do you propose to do?"

Ulrich waved the man away and muttered,"No need to whisper. I haven't been tapped into yet," and chuckeled, and finally continued with his normal voice,"I have news that our dear Karl Schwarzein has escaped, the news was brought to me by a messenger from Generaloberst Fedor von Gerstor. I think we might have the chance for a rebellion at our hands -"

The other man cut him off and as if shoving a steel spike through Ulrich sharply said,"A rebellion? Are you crazy man? The army is loyal to Jonach!"

Ulrich slapped his palm on the table and yelled,"Evidently not Gunter! This is our only chance!"

Gunter stood up immediately and yelled back,"I'm sorry sir, but this is madness. I will not be part of this!"

Ulrich began to laugh and Gunter turned to see what all the hysteria was about. Ulrich stopped and gave Gunter a cold hard stare, as if he was insane, and he was. The governor pulled out a package from his pocket and Gunter kept an unsteady eye on it and Ulrich took off the plastic wrapping while saying,"This is for you Gunter." It revealed a pistol, Ulrich aimed it at Gunter, and took two shoots,"You are either for the revolution, or against it my friend." Ulrich swiveled back in his chair to eat his breakfast peacefully. It would only take thirty minutes or perhaps less for the Black Legion to storm through the building and find Ulrich's flat number and see Gunter dead on the ground - but that was plenty of time.

All the while across the city into the center of the realm six of the black trucks had reached the council building, their prime objective, and forty-eight Legionnaires spilled from the rear fully armed and ready in their black uniforms. The guards at the front didn't try to stop them, and indeed, instead they parted ways and saluted the legionnaires. Their sign of complience didn't matter, one of the lower ranks of the Black Legion shot both of the guards in the heads before continuing in. With this contingent of legionnaires was Jonach I himself, in full regal uniform, without a weapon, and he led his men into the central quarters of the council building, where they were deliberating either succession from the state or deciding to support the Emperor - for Jonach I, they had taken far too much time to decide on what he thought was such an easy decision.

The speaker of the house stood up and yelled in vain,"This is the house of the council of Macabea. We are deliberating! You cannot do this, it is against the law!"

The Emperor began to laugh out loud and chuckeled his way through,"I am the law."

Jonach motioned to his men and they lowered their guns, steadily. Just as in Fedala the council let loose cries of horror and sighs of dismay. But again, as before, this would have no part in the mercy and the Black Legion began to open fire. Bullets ripped through the room, ripping through the purple garments of the council members, ripping through legs, arms, chests and heads. It was a massacre that equal that of Fedala, with all eighty council members killed by the end of the gun fire. Jonach I stood watching, erect, showing no fear, not a sign of distress, and he looked to the superior officer of this batch of legionnaires, Oberst Karl von Urgansk, and said,"Good job. But there's much more killing to do. Oh yes, case closed."

The men dressed in black left as quickly as they came, leaving only the bodies of the dead behind them, strewn across the marbel steps and leather seats of the council chamber. Flies had already began to pile around the area and the stench would make any man vomit and fall unconcious. They all jumped into the back of their respective trucks while the Emperor gracefully opened the passenger door to the lead truck and sat on the sea, allowing the convoy to speed off. Macabea City had officially been brought to Jonach Is side. However, the governor had to make his run and to do this he called the senators, who he found were not home, and then he called the council chamber which didn't reply either. In the end he took his own car and tried to make his way out of the city. However, the Black Legion was so preoccupied with creating havoc inside the government of the city that he left unharmed and soon found himself on the way towards the provence of Hassel, where an army awaited him...

[Macabea City]
"Get out! Get out now! Schnell, schnell," pressured the young legionnaire, helmet barely fitting his skinny blonde head. He pointed his assault rifle menancingly towards the family which cowarded on their sofa, minutes before watching television and speaking of the radicalization of the Empire. What appeared to be the father of the family stood and in a thick Revisited (CommunismRevisted- is the country) accent retored with a pleading voice,"Dear sir, we are not from here. We are from different country, different country, very far away. We wish no harm, we will leave as soon as possible. Please, leave us. Por favor, por favor!" The soldier smiled and lowered his gun and put his hand into his pocket to take out a piece of paper and unfolded it quickly and began to read the condemnation marked all over it,"According to the law of the Emperor. Joo...know...ze...Emperor no? All cit..people inside the borders of the Empire who are liberal, communist, or support the parliamentary cause and do not own cards which suggest their allegiance to Jonach I shall be immediately executed without trial and without mercy." The wife fell from the couch onto her knees and began to cry profusely yelling,"Hijo de puta! Vete maricon!"

The soldier swung his assault rifle over his shoulder and took out a pen from his shirt pocket underneath the long black parka which legionnaires wore on duty and put it to the test as he asked the man for the family name. He promptly retorted,"I quite Metaxas on this one. Ochi, I cannot sell my house in twenty four hours, how do you expect me to sell my family?"

The soldier had had enough of the crap and he swung the assault back right into his hands and pointed it towards the man and he said in a sinister voice,"Like this." The gun sputtered three rounds, one hitting the man in the chest. He stepped back taking a deep breath and looked at his wife, but then a second round hit him in the stomach and he fell to his knees while the third round, the 7.62mm bullet moving rapidly, hit him square in between the eyes. The woman gave out a shrill scream and got up and began to run towards the soldier. He swung to meet her and let out a second burst which hit her in the stomach forcing her to double over and fall, pushing blood through her mouth and onto the tile flooring under her head. The soldier walked past her, not even giving her a second thought, and took a look at the little girl and her brother sitting on the couch and smiled and muttered,"Don't worry you'll be with your Satan soon enough." They only took a bullet each and died without even a whimper. The wife on the floor began to gurgle the blood and the soldier turned to her and yelled,"Shut the f--- up!" and he put a round into the side of her head.

Taking a second look around the small flat he decided to go to their bedroom where he raided the room and took valuables. He opened up the closet and saw the man's suit and he reached in the pockets taking out his wallet. Opening the wallet he saw the man's passport inside and his jaw dropped. The man was not a Macabee. He dropped the wallet onto the floor and made a dash for the door, making sure nobody saw him and closing the door behind him. He then made sure he kept under the radar for the next days.

The Age of Terror at Fedala did not compare to that in Macabea City, which was the foster home of ideals and revolutions, and there were some ten thousand registered Communist who did so at their own risk, but a risk that had subsided over the recent years since most of the 'crusaders' were directed to the foreign world, including Kahta and Melgaria. As a consequence the Black Legion paid a visit to each of those families throughout the day and night they arrived and took them out to the streets where they were massacred against the walls of buildings and such. Screams engulfed the aurao of the city scape and truly it was a genocide - a genocide of ideals, a genocide of the future. Nazism seemed to return, and truly, it had gotten out of hand for Jonach I who did not want massacre, did not want a revolution of despotism. He merely wanted control of the state. But he got more than he bargained for, and instead he had caused the death of thousands, and more importantly because of him the door was opened for foreign intervention, namely CommunismRevisited-, which although not liberal or communist, and instead very police like, had had it's citizens killed for no particular reason, except greed and money.

It was stupid, at the worse idiotic, pointless, insipid, yet it happened. A people had been swayed by an outdated rhetoric. But why? They were avid historians, and the state stressed the knowledge of the past, yet they were persuaded with such ease. It was digusting to see what the human race was capable of - the destruction of themselves. Such rascism, such intolerance, was so unfounded, yet it found a place in the deepest grassroots of an Empire. The Aryan Nation claimed that the Jews 'controlled' the economy, but they failed to realize the truth. Years of oppression by their brethren in Europe, years of murder, had given the semetics only once chance - banking and other money making industries. And now, now that the Aryans were outclassed, they decided to rest their case on the Jewish need for money - a case which was rediculous at best, yet so believable. It was sad to see that neither Jew nor Aryan nor Muslim was able to see the other with love, and that all hated the partner, yet the truth remained that humans were humans. There was no difference between the black man and the white man. Perhaps the black cranium was smaller; so what? In truth the black man, throughout the 20th century, had shown much more intelligence, much more imagination. While the white man decided to fall back on coservatism and continued their dogmatic traditions, the black man desired change, improvement for the future. But no racist, no white man, cared, and it resulted in this tasteless oppression.

Jonach I knew this and he did not agree with the actions of his soldiers, seeing it as ugly and a deterrent to the policies of his Empire, but he was powerless to solve the problem - now that he had introduced the monster he could not control it and he could only ride the wave. But his machinations, he crafting, had perhaps signalled his first obstacle for he was to receive a torrent of enemies soon enough. He was intelligent enough, though, to know he had to what he could and so he put on his old military dress of the civil war and met Generalmajor Adolf Eichmann at his Imperial Palace in the city.

Once there Jonach waited for his general and Eichmann soon came, storming into the room and blatantly yelling at his Emperor,"I do not have time for this, I must destroy our enemies!"

The Emperor looked at him and solemnly said,"No, you must do the opposite. Rein in your men, we cannot go on with the killing. This is not a murder, this is an attempt to give me control. I think we've already won, there is no need to murder innocent children."

Eichmann looked at the Emperor in disgust,"You traitor! Those are monsters not children, they deserve death!"

Jonach opened his mouth but no words came out. Suddenly he felt dry... he had been called a traitor. He thought for a second and took a look at his guards around him. They would follow him to the death and he nodded to Eichmann and opened his mouth to speak again,"A traitor? No my general, you are the traitor. Arrest him guards!"

Jonach I had finally completed his objective. He moved out of the room while the guards beat the ex-general and he swiftly moved to his living quarters, a large room in the depths of the baroque palace. There he signed a manuscript drafted by him giving him total control of the Black Legion. The Empire was his to take...

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[Weigar, Hassel, The Second Empire]
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The streets of the town were littered with anti-Macabee propaganda, shunning them as imperialist and the oppressors of the worker, and over the past two days since the beginning of the Age of Terror a massive socialist, communist, and left-wing in general, movement had swept the provence of Hassel and with it came the largest anti-Macabee, and anti-Catalan dynasty, ideology since the end of the civil war a mere decade ago. Walls were littered with posters depicted the swastica in the Macabee Imperial Flag, underneath the Imperial Eagle, and Jonach I painted as a Teutonic Knight on his black stallion, like a corrupt conqueror of the weak, covered in shining steel armor, covering his neck to his legs, helmetless, and carrying the Macabee flag, but at the bottom the black stallion was trampelling on the common Hasselic agricultural farmer. The situation was getting darker and darker and soon all of Hassel was preparing for a war nobody truly understood, a war that shouldn't really happen. Indeed, in all truth, it wasn't going to happen, at least not soon, however, the effects of radicalization were already obvious to the eye. On the outskirts of Weigar the Army of the Liberation, as they had called themselves, now led by the escaped president of the parliament, and now president of the Free Macabee Nation (FMN), dug in waiting for others to rally around their banners, painting a picture of something resembling the French revolution - a revolution against tyranny. The local population, when not building system of trenches around the army for no real strategical reason, except it made them feel safer, prepared themselves, expressing wishes of joining the ranks of the Army of the Liberation. The administration of the army welcomed such enthusiasm, but it could do little with six hundred farmers with the most miniscule training for war, so the soldiers just looked on while the civilians worked at it, hoping to see Jonach usurped or exiled. However, Generaloberst Fedor von Gerstor knew better and he knew that civil war would not come for much time, for the simple reason that if it did the military might of the Empire would utterly crush the resistance and made said resistance futile.

Karl Schwarzein stepped out of his tent, dressed in mock military clothing, and stepped over beside von Gerstor. It was a joke for Karl, who didn't understand a single thing about the workings of the military. He just enjoyed giving medals and ranking soldiers, yet, when it came to strategy he could place an entire army group in a quagmire which would only lead to debacle. von Gerstor understood that, yet he made no attempt to critisize his new superior and instead he turned and gave Mr. Schwarzein a salute, and the President gave it back crudely. Schwarzein began to speak almost immediately after,"I've decided to keep this quiet. If we continue to parade the fact of an insurgency we will be destroyed, and I must not allow that to happen. So, I want you to disband your army immediately, but every man should be ready when the time comes to rise. All one hundred thousand of them, in fact. Can you do this?"

von Gerstor turned to meet the gaze of Schwarzein and pondered for a few seconds what he should say. At one side he was happy that his leader had seen the truth, yet on the other he was vexed that it had been so easy. Finally he replied,"Yes sir, immediately."

Schwarzein nodded and walked away and von Gerstor continued to look into the horizon. Soon enough this entire country side would be flaming in revolt, perhaps not soon, but soon enough, and he would lead it. However, Schwarzein provided an obstacle to von Gerstor's rise to power and Schwarzein would most likely eliminate von Gerstor if the general found himself in the midst of too much power, meaning von Gerstor would have to strike first and eliminate Schwarzein. It was a mess of under the table politics, however, in the country such as this one those were the only politics one could play. von Gerstor knew that Jonach I was much more liberal, much more human, than Schwarzein yet Jonach Catalan was von Gerstor's principle opponent during the last days of the civil war, and the mere fact that the Hasselic government had surrendered to Catalan rotted von Gerstor's body, and he had to regain the Hasselic national pride and rename this bloody Empire into the Hasselic Empire. It would be one of his hardest tasks, however, with the proper support he could come out victorious among the various who did not heed his calls. von Gerstor diverted his eyes onto a peasant women trying to place a mine and he shooed the stupid woman, wary of such poor peasantry. He then about faced and left for his tent where he would plot his eventual rise to power.

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However, just as things spinned out of control for the Emperor, the events were far from von Gerstor's control and all over the Hasselic countryside peasants rose in bands and unions promising themselves rights and plotting for the eventual cultural revolution that they thought would come, headed by the upstart president of the parliament.

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MNNC (Macabee National News Center):
FEDALA, Macabee Empire - Today is the day of our birth! No other liberal scum will be able to oppose the mighty fist of Jonach and of God. The Black Legion has risen from the ashes like a thriving pheonix, and it is time for the unveiling of a new power, a power so immense that it will sweep over our enemies who lie in the shadows of our own homes... <cuts off in the newspaper//OOC: the press has been halted>>

[OOC: I must stress that is is wide open, and any comments/suggestions would be simply awsome. If you even want to give suggestions on where to go with this please TG me, and if you want help in getting do the same and I'll find a way to tie you in.]

OOC: Tie me in, slut.

[Weigar, Hassel]
The 'cultural revolution' in Hassel, as it had come to be called lately, had taken a most similar turn as what was happening accross the Empire with the advent of the Black Legion, and to say the least it was as disgusting as its opponent in crime. The small town of Weigar which before had not more than thirty thousand occupants had swelled with the families of the soldiers of the army which had been disbanded and none of them wanted to return to the rest of the towns in Hassel where poverty was rampant since the victorious Macabee forces had neglected to return Hassel to it's former prominence, mainly due to the arrogant and pompous attitudes of Emperor Jonach I, himself a Macabee. So, in the short span of little more than a week the small town had grown to a not so thriving city of over six hundred thousand souls, and the outskirts had expanded past the old horizons with camp upon camp of tents and shacks. The local government led by Karl Schwarzein had attemped social reforms in Weigar clandestinely without warning the Imperial government in Fedala, at least too much, and a beautification program had ensued in order to replace those crowds of tents with actual housing, and the old populace that had been serving with the old military camp were put to work, and paid well, to build houses and all the necessities.

Although so much productivity begun, which seemed to take most minds off the terms of revolution, the youngsters, those under the age of maturity, understandably those from sixteen to their early twenties refused to live in peace and a campaign of terror, equalling that horror commited to by the Black Legion, continued throughout Weigar and other major cities of Hassel, including a most unfortunate case in the center of Weigar. News of the crime soon reached all the corners of Hassel, and ultimately the Emperor and the new upstart counter-president Karl Schwarzein, but most importantly the ears of the country who's assets were destroyed. The most diturbing news was that a group of some twenty 'revolutionaries' had stormed the house of a prominent right wing family which had been living in the Macabee Empire since their emmigration from Zarbia, although they still kept their citizenship of Zarbia and participated in Zarbian politics...

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The door of the apartment flew open as the largest man of the group kicked it in, launching the woman's voice who witnessed the break in throughout the neighborhood in a shrill scream of terror. The 'revolutionary' wearing the red of Communism snickered most sinisterly and yelled,"Shut up hag. Judgement day is here."

Whiping out his cheap Ak-74, used by the forces of Hassel against the Macabee army during the latter days of the Civil War, he raised towards her and asked,"Where is your husband? We have a little suprise for that right wing fascist monster, and we want to tell him that the fifth column is no longer welcomed in Weigar."

The 'husband' walked out, not slowly, but like the bullet that had also come out from the muzzle of his own Ak-74 which zipped through the rather buff body of the paramilitary soldier and caused quite the commotion outside the door where the comrades of the fallen man looked in shock. They remained frozen in that state until the killer shot another one with a three round burst, felling him also immediately. The small group soon returned fire, although a hodge podge of bullets flew around the hallway since none of them had any real training and none of them knew what they were shooting at. When the chaotic firing finally ended the woman and her husband lay dead and the group began to chuckle, pleased of their most obscene deed. Finalizing the 'suprise' they moved to loot the house and by noon they had left the house by noon to spread the news of the 'destruction of another fascist lair within' to the rest of their comrades. The tragedy was found to repeat itself with other families as well. However, they had gotten their cause in more trouble than they had originally bargained for...

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Once the news had reached the Emperor's ears he decided to capitalize on the event and soon sat down at his study and began the works of a letter to his utmost friend the Generalissimo of Zarbia:

Dear ,

I'm am sorry to here that two of your respected citizens have been killed by liberalist scum in Weigar, Hassel. The news has sunk my heart into the farthest reaches of my soul and I send to you what I can. I promise that I shall do what is within my power to destroy this evil and to grasp revenge for this most heinous deed. However, it seems that the provence of Hassel has been in quite a russle lately, so not only do we have this to deal with but a revolution at our hands. Perhaps it was not such a wise decision to commit the Black Legion so early for it has done more bad than good lately, however, for some reason I think all will turn out well.

In any case this letter did not have the intention of prophesizing my problems to you, nor for you to feel any sorrowness for the Second Empire, but instead to tell of your most grievous loss.

Again, I must reiterate, we will find the men who did this, and not just arrest them, but make sure they pay dearly, which includes sending them to Zarbia for trial if that pleases you the most. So, in simple terms, I am deeply sorry,

Your utmost friend and confidant,

Jonach Catalan

With that he put the letter in an envelope, placed the Imperial Seal, and stood up carrying the letter with him and began to walk towards the door to enter the hallways of the palace. Before opening the large wooden doors of his bedroom he took a last look and muttered,[i]"For all of this I have done the unimaginable. Only because of God." What that exactly meant would be deciphered later, when the conclusion to the mess had shown itself, a conclusion that could not be dealed by any god, but by fate. He turned towards the door handle, twisted, opened, and walked out. Soon enough that letter would arrive and be placed on the desk of the Generalissimo of Zarbia. Another power had entered the scene, and with an anger and a need for vengeance.

[bump for those who wanted to be tied in - Zarbia and CommunismRevisited- ... eh, and anybody else your welcome to jump in.]

Dear Jonach I, Emperor of Macabea

I sincerely hope that our friendship and the close ties between our nations are not harmed by this recent tragedy. When an innocent family is shot dead in one your towns, this may be an indication of a lack of control. I truly hope that the criminals responsible for these murders are found and brought to justice.

-Generalissimo Kuprin

OCC: Reply coming tomorow Mac.

The reports were coming in bits and pieces. Not much was known for sure, but what was known was CommunismRevisited- was looking at a nation that could easily attempt to rise as the Fourth Riech.

Never a staunch supporter of the Macabees policies, the pen-pushers back in the capital were always looking for ways to make life for the bureaucracy of the Macabees a little more unpleasant. The events unfolding gave an ideal oppurunity for such activites.

Whenever a nation experiences a regime change, theres bound to be some people who don't quite agree. Wether its a high ranking offical afraid for his power, or some farmers who don't quite agree with the new taxs, change brings opportunity. In this case, those same pen-pushers were calling in as many favors as they could with informants in The Macabees, frantically trying to find out just who this "Karl Schwarzein" was, and more importantly, how they could help him stir up some trouble.

All that was left for CommunismRevisited- was a reason to justify their renewed aggresiveness towards the Macabees. The reason they needed would arrive as soon as the Minstrel Family, spending the week in the Macabees didn't return from their vacation...

Dear Generalissimo Kuprin,

Indeed, a lack of control is apparent, however, I assure you, as I have our other allies, that this is not so, and the Macabee Empire will continue to be as stable and as successful as it has throughout the decade we have existed on this cold, hard, planet. In fact, in those ten years our troops have traversed more territory, conquered more land, than most nations do in a hundred. From Kahta, to Malgeria, and now perhaps even Chellis, our soldiers have rushed trenches, knocked out tanks, and planted the ever enlarging flag of the Second Empire.

However, for all I say about our own power even I know it is a thin facade, veiling the truth behind the massive columns of stabalization that we claim to have. Already, Hassel, the most turbulent provence in the Empire and the main state which opposed the Macabee expansion north during the one hundred year Civil War, which we have barely come out of, is again acting up, and several pieces of intelligence have arrived to my fragile ears stating that the once loyal home army of Hassel has decided to support the defeatist and subhuman of Karl Schwarzein. Although sure this calls for immediate action and provides quite the justification for martial law in Hassel I do not want to act too prudent as such a high handed manuever could cost me peace inside the Empire and could push Hassel to succeed from the Empire and thus forge another civil war, which although would not rage for a hundred years, even one is a long shot, it would bring our armies abroad to their knees and would cuase a massive shift in our international role, which hurts both our image and my aspirations as first emperor of the Macabee state.

The murder of a Zarbian family could very well justify Zarbian intervention in Hassel. However, let's not do such a thing too soon, as I said before, it would cause another civil war. I leave you to make your own decisions concerning this very strange, and very delicate, situation, but, again, no blatantly belligerent actions must be taken, or else we cause an ruption in the pax macabea. Soon enough I will call a specific amnesty for Karl Schwarzein and I will speak with him - perhaps we can deal with this ever augmenting problem diplomatically. If he decides to defy me we all know the consequences of treachery in Lex Imperii.

[signed]Jonach I


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[Weigar, Hassel]
Karl Schwarzein sat in his desk plotting his eventual rise to power. He knew he already had the support of Hassel, but he was quite aware that he himself, with the entire Hasselic population, could not defeat Jonach Is combined armies. Such a thought would be tatamount to suicide, and that was not what was in Karl Schwarzein's mind. While he scribbled away with his pen he rose his head as a soldier belonging to a secret guard he had crafted for his own personal protection entered into the room, first knocking, and then going ahead and walking in. Karl Schwarzein nodded and the guard adressed the Hasselic leader,"It seems there are agents asking your name around Hassel. We do not know why, but we do know that they aren't the Emperors. Some of our own agents have been able to get word that they come from CommunismRevisited-, a very belligerent nation towards the Second Empire. Perhaps....perhaps, we could use this to our advantange."

Karl Schwarzein stared at the guard and replied,"Yes, you are absolutely correct. Thank you for your services. Please take this as a gift."

Karl Schwarzein reached into a drawer inside his desk and pulled out a brown bag and dropped it on the hardwood surface of the table in front of him. A sharp clinging sound, such as the noise of money, resulted and the eyes of the guard widened and he cracked a smile. Karl Schwarzein pushed the bag to the rim of the desk and looked away while the guard snatched the bag, saluted, bowed, and then turned around and left the room. Finally rid of the man Karl Schwarzein took a piece of parchment and began to write another letter.

Dear [insert name here],
This must be quick. As a large letter cannot leave the Empire unnoticed. Hassel has a coastline, so if you wish to speak put an operative there...he will be given safe haven through the Empire to Weigar through Hasselic agents. This I can guaranteed.
[signed]Karl Schwarzein

Karl Schwarzein received a proper letter, with the imperial seal, the following day and he sat on his chair, starting at the beige parchment which enveloped the letter. He then took his letter opener and tore through, taking out the piece of paper and reading what the emperor had sent him:

Karl I ask of you to come to Fedala and meet with me for a proper and civilized discussion on the problems the state is facing so far. I fear that the only way for the Empire to survive and stay strong is for us to settle our differences by the pen, not the sword. Of course, you may have a proper military attachee to ensure your safe arrival, and moreover, I give my personal word ensuring your safety. This is not meant as a double-dealing scheme, this is meant to promote peace. I hope that you may walk in the path of the light and see clearly that the only way to avoid complete destruction is by compromising. I am willing to sit down and act mature. Now, are you?
[signed]Jonach

Karl Schwarzein built up a wad of spit in his mouth of all the rage he grew inside his body after reading that letter. He turned his head and blew the wad on the floor and spat words of hate towards the Emperor. These soon turned into words on a piece of paper,"What? How dare you. You call me a coward, you call me a child? I fear Spaniard that your time as our leader is over for you shall be usurped. It is only a matter of time. I have demobilized the Hasselic forces merely because I thought that peace was the way to dethrone you, however, I can see that you have no intention of truly compromising ,unlike you claim. What do I fear? I fear war is the only possible alternative." Like a madman he placed the letter in an envelope and ordered an attendant to enter and take the letter to Jonach I himself. On the white envelope, in big, thick, black letters read For the Emperor's Eyes Only!

Karl Schwarzein then wrote a second letter to CommunismRevisted-:

Events have taken me to a new consideration. I have the funds of Hassel in my hand. I am willing to purchase your armaments for the revolution. You are crucial to the success of the dethronement of Jonach I.
[signed]Karl Schwarzein

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[OOC: Just a fancy bump...again, this is fully open if anybody is interested.]

The speach by the Macabean Emperor [from the other thread] fired up the Emperor of Fluffywuffy, and though he was not a strong supporter of democracy he was forced to respond, hopefully forcing the Macabean Emperor to avoid spreading dissent within Fluffywuffy. This broadcast was directed toward the Macabees, and did not meet the usual crowd in Imperial Square.

"Greeting, people of The Macabees. It is with great sadness that I must address you, but it is for a great and noble cause. Your Emperor decieves you with his claims that democracy leads to weakness and decay, and my Second Empire is the perfect counter example. With a great deal of internal autonomy, and with many member states being themselves democracies, the Second Empire has prospered in waxed in power, while it appears that the Macabean Empire's power wanes with internal strife. People of The Macabees, I call on you to demand freedom and democracy, to defeat the tyranny that clings to power, and to restore your strength, for it is with the people that strength lies."

A message, equally short in length would make its way to the resistance. The letter would have a mere three words. 23:00, Terlamo Beach..

That very night two small fishing boats drudged through the water. It woudn't take much to spot the two fishing boats for what they truly were. Most fisherman don't load rubberboats full of crates of explosives and rifles. Men who felt naked and exposed worked quickly, loading 6 boats, 3 apiece with a vast array of medical supplies, K series rifles, as well as hand-held anti-armor and air weaponry. Trailing along for the ride went tweleve men. A 1st Leftenant, two NCOs, 4 Corporals, and two Privates --- along with a surgeon, an intelligence officer (and S-3 Regimental), and communications officer shipped in from some random Headquarters Division.

The twelve men shared only one trait, their heritage. In fact, in the case of capture the men would easily be mistaken for Macabees citizens. The S-3 had the unfortunate pleasure of a capsule in his left blouse pocket. Should the danger of capture arise, no intelligence would fall into the Macabees hands, and that included intelligence officers.