NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: If you are political correct and can't stand a piece of text presented to you on an internet forum don't read. I am not even attempting to demonize Muslims in this thread so this is NOT meant as a flame or flame-bait in any way. I'm not going into discussion with any non-moderator player about the content. There's NO political statement in this thread whatsoever nor what I want to happen in real life. This is a story, and in stories (bad) things happen.

And please bear in mind I am not a religious person, but killing Catholics and Christians is a bit... in poor taste today.

IC:

Batavia, Colonial Government Office

“Ah good to see you Mr Semaranche, I have some documents for you to look into.” The servant presented Semaranche with a folder officially sealed with the Prussian Eagle in wax. Semaranche took it, signed the little piece of paper to prove he received it and walked through the garden to his office. As always, it’s a sunny day in Indonesia. The tropical birds and parrots shrieking through the dense trees, monkeys screeching and the chopping sound of the gardener who was mowing the lawn. Semaranche unlocked his office, went in and took a quick look through the documents. All of them came from Berlin, orders what to purchase, where to trade, which military exercises have to be conducted where and when. All standard, nothing out of the ordinary. Semaranche wasn’t in the mood to work on a Sunday, but this had to be done. First he called the Board of Asian Trade in Shanghai, then signed some new orders to increase the rice production and to start rounding up illegal loggers. After a few hours he was done, his desk was empty and it was time for relaxation. The gardener already went home and the sun was setting.

Semaranche walked to his car and drove off to the centre of town, to the business district. He was having a good time with an ambassador, several Japanese businessmen from Tokyo and the occasional general from the Reich’s Armee. Nobody was expecting what was about to happen.

“For Gods sake! Someone get an ambulance!” The streets were littered with debris and corpses torn apart by the blast, the bar on the other side of the street turned into the burning pile of wood and brick, while people were desperately trying to extinguish their burning clothes. Children crying, mothers were looking for their children between the dead bodies. The fire department and medical services raced to the scene, heavily burned victims were left to die; they wouldn’t make it through the night. Semaranche miraculously survived this catastrophe, and wounded he swore revenge. He was the only person who could stomp his feelings of sadness and grief away and to let hatred grow within. “Death to those who have done this!”

GBA – Guffingford Broadcasting Agency

“Welcome to this unscheduled broadcast of GBA, our regular programmes are interrupted for this special broadcast coming from Colonial Indonesia, where a massive bomb has destroyed a large part of the Batavia business district. So far we have over one thousand individuals reported dead and over four thousand injured by this appalling act. The people who have done this are unknown, and a STASI investigation is already on the scene to find out who is behind this, and to find out if they have links to known terrorist organisations. We will keep you updated on the situation…

And this is just in, our ambassador Mr Semaranche is reported to be alive and well.”

“Goddamnit! How on earth are we going to find the scapegoat for this?” Commander Blouff walked around nervously, franticly trying to find someone to take the blame for this terrorist act. He knew fully well that this was an operation not officially endorsed by the public Muslim resistance groups, though he knows in the back of his head they quietly approve this. Mr Semaranche was thinking about the same thing, how could he justify razzias only because of a hunch. He couldn’t, he needed a reason, a motive. Something obvious but acceptable, evidence that doesn’t contradict itself. Two souls were pondering about the same issues so they decided to meet eachother to discuss this.

The Golden Feather Restaurant, Batavia

“An excellent wine this is Mr Semaranche.” Blouff was holding a bottle of Clos de Vougeot from 1961. While carefully studying the label he poured himself and Semaranche a glass of the precious red liquid.
“Well, you sure know how to treat yourself well.” As Blouff said this he raised his glass and carefully allowed the odour of the wine enter his nose, the subtle sweetness and the earthly taste of the grapes. Also a bit of sour overpowered the sweetness. It was a feast for all your senses. He proposed a toast to the glory of the Führer.
“Mr Blouff, three days ago a major blow was dealt to the German Reich, and we cannot allow that.”
“Surely not.” Blouff seemed more interested in the wine than the matters at hand, but he wasn’t ignoring Semaranche. While reading through a few of his notes, he began to tell Semaranche some interesting facts.
“Well, I read here that the Indonesian Liberation Front, the ILF, has indeed threatened with sterner actions to get us off the islands. They are socialists, because their party never got a firm foothold in pre-German Indonesia. The economic recession, poor harvests and the such.” Blouff saw the waiter coming with two plates with the most outstanding steak he could ever dream of. Both were medium, covered in a thin pepper-sauce with a superb aroma of the ripe meat combined with the sauce. Blouff who was only used to the regular officers’ mess couldn’t believe what he saw – and what he tasted! For about fifteen minuets Semaranche couldn’t continue his plea for help simply because Blouff was too busy with enjoying his supper. When his plate was empty, he carried on.
“Okay, so we have a socialist Muslim movement operating here, in Indonesia. On itself that’s not a real crime but only if we could prove a link, fake or not, we would get the Führer’s fiat for immediate action.”
“That’s correct Mr Blouff, but establishing a link is easier than finding one.”
“I have to admit, that’s true.” Blouff ordered an Irish Coffee and two cigars for himself while Semaranche wanted a shot of Beefeater, a British gin.
“Well Mr Semaranche I’ll see what I can do, but do not take this as a yes or a no, for that matter. I cannot make any promises, but I’ll do my best.”
“My thanks Mr Blouff”

We are shocked and appalled by this action, this in our mind goes to show what the Satanic forces in the world are willing to do in their futile battle with God's true followers.

We suggust you deal with the Infidels in anyway you see fit, but we suggust compulsory coversions, re-education camps or even extermination camps for those unsuitable to live in the Reich or the Catholic world as a whole.

With much respect,

-Random Guilder Bureaucrat

On behalf of the Federated Republics i send my condolences to the families of those killed or wounded in the attack and to the state of Guffingford. The freedom of religion is held dear in the Federated Republics, and it is always sad to see that freedom being abused. We condemn this act of brutal terrorism, but also remind the government of Guffingford that the fault does not belong to an ideology or religion, but to those who abuse it and twist it into their own puroposes. If there is any way our authorities can be of assistance, feel free to contact our minister of security, H.Immler.

Regards,
Antero Kosola, president of the Federated Republics of Patriotic Finland

Republican Presidential Statement
Private
To:Guffingford

The Republic of Skinny87 was devestated to hear of the carnage and devastation caused by the terrorist actions in Indonesia. We extend our deepest sympathies to your country and those who died in the bombing, and those who lost loved ones. The President feels that, although the Republic and the Guffingford government have not had any formal diplomatic relations, the Republic shoud offer support in your time of need. As such, the President has authorised the mobilisation of the Republican Counter Terrorist Unit (RCTU) and is offering it to aid your forces in finding and hunting down the perpetrators of this vile action.

Stevid has a major military and medic presence in Indonesia (OOC: As you know Guff). Stevid has also suffered and will divert medical assitance to Guffingfordii medical and military staff. Stevidain forces will also co-operate with the local emergency services.

Speical Forces have been put on high alert and AWACS will begin combing the jungles surrounding the areas of the attack. Neighbouring buildings that are to be serched by the local police will also be assisted by Military Police.

Signed
David M. Conroy

Before committing to any action, I would like some specifics about these terrorist sons of bitches, like where they were trained, their known aliases, leadership, etc.

Saul Hudson, Emperor of Freudotopia

OOC: I think a lot of other nations might want this info too

Near the Colonial Government Office

“Blimi, is everything prepared?” The man dressed in black threw the last bags near the high wall of the Colonial Office, the point were the offices are closest to the outside. Blimi just set the last timer to ignite in ten minutes, so they had plenty of time to make a safe get-away. The police was told not to go near the Colonial Government Office and Mr Semaranche who should have finished high priority work was invited to a supper with a high-ranked diplomat from the British Empire. Only a few guards who sometimes made a round through the building were likely to be wounded. But even that was an unlikely happening. The stage was set, when the bomb goes off ten persons will run through the streets and taken to a City Watch station, they will be released in secret and a few criminals executed who ‘confessed’ the ILF was behind this whole wave of terrorism.
“Blimi, start the car.” The car drove off into the meeting point in the jungle where Commander Blouff awaited their arrival. Thirty minutes later the car stopped and Paulliac and Blimi got out.
“Everything set?” Blouff was quite anxious to hear this and Paulliac gladly confirmed.
“Good, we shall wait until we get the ‘all-clear’ sign, then it’s safe for us to return to the city. I told my superiors I went off for some night fishing here with two friends, hence why we are at a lake.”

The next morning on GBA…

“…And tonight at around 3:00AM a massive bomb went off near the Colonial Government Office, not killing anyone but virtually the whole building lies in ruin. The building has always been seen as a sign of oppression and a thorn in the side of the Indonesian people, many have taken to the streets to celebrate this new attack and to praise whoever was behind the attack. Local authorities have reason to believe the ILF, the Indonesian Liberation Front is the mysterious group behind the attack. Two hours after this act of cowardice several men whose identity has not yet been released to the press but the City Watch has already announced they are close to solving the mystery…”

Both Semaranche and Blouff are extremely pleased with the results so far. Many nations have already shared their disbelief and anger about the first attack, and now there’s a plausible excuse to start damming in the civil rights of the Muslim population. Call it Apartheid or preservation, it is necessary for the safety of the colonies. Unstable colonies lead to cries of independence, and being the breadbaskets they are, that’s unacceptable.