Fascist Confederacy
13-05-2005, 21:56
(OOC: Okay. So basicly since this I started RPing, I've been more or less writting stories more than roleplays. Thus, this will be a story about the Polish-Soviet conflicts. Secret IC will be in the red text, and simply IC will not be altered. OOC comments only unless you've talked it over with me since this is a story RP. Enjoy. Warning: This may include explicit content.)
It was nine pm when the Chairman of the House of Commons (Slovak parliment) called the other seventeen members, awaking several. Middle aged Victor Sovbresvic was one of those, "Hello?" he spoke. "This is Milsovic," replied the chairman. "Ah.. Wha-" he was abruptly interrupted. "Meet me at the House of Commons in one hour." The line went dead... Victor stood and quickly adorned casual attire, figuring it was simply an emergency meeting and not official.
This occured several times within the next hour. Eventually, the unknowning house members arrived at the Parlimentarian Building in various states of sleep and anger. A small group of them were aggravated that they'd been interupted from their poker game, but still filed into the conference room with the others. Milosevic allowed the grogy and angry parliment members to wait momentarily, before slowly entering the room. With him were six armed men wearing military fatigues, Ivan Grovespic, and Iosif Bratislav - three well known socialists amongst the parliment members. "What is the meaning of this?" blurted one of the parliment members; he recieved no reply. Milosevic turned back and whispered something to one of the men as they spread around the room, seemingly covering the two exits. Finaly, Milosevic spoke, "For far too long have I sat by and watched as the pigs in this country siphon out what little bit of life my people have. For far too long has constant strife been pulling us from our comrades. Today is the final day I will sit by and watch this. Tomorrow, President Ivan Gasparovic will be informed that if he refuses to resign, a great cataclysmic disatser will envelope him and his family. No-" "You fucking pinko! I'l-" the mans outburst was cut short when one of the armed guards pushed the barrel of his Chinese Type 17 Pistol to the rear of his skull, pulling the trigger. A small storm of shattered fragments of ivory and brain matter spewed from his visage, filling onto the floor before him as he collapsed. "Now.. As I was saying. Either you all join me as my comrades... Or you will have the same fate as Mr. Vodaprosk here."
The room fell eriely silent. The members of the house seemed to be debating. Finally, one man stood, "We will not fall before communist oppression..." He slowly sat back down. The other members of the house remained silent, some showing aggreement, others showing discontent. "I see... Well, since none of you have the balls to stand up and show pride for your own, greedy ideology, I guess you'll all perish here. Good luck in whatever paradise or Hell you believe in," Milosevic slightly smirked, then left the room, leaving the armed men inside.
No one had noticed, but during the commotion, another armed individual had entered the room and placed a black duffle bag in the center. He kneeled down and slowly unzipped the main compartment, revealing electronic equipment and several jugs of some sort of flammable fluid. He hit the timer, setting it for ten minute. Once the busy-work was completed, the 'fun' began. The men opened fire on the members of the parliment, riddling the seats, walls, and men with 7.62mm rounds. The men around the room fell like a child dominoes, doubling over in agony as the militaristic weapons depleted their lives and stole their ambitions.
Eventually, the random clicking of a magazine was heard - out of ammunition. The men left, satisfied that they had completed their job. As they left, they clicked on the explosive and ran outside to a waiting car...
* * *
Slovak News Network Special Report
"Last night around 11 PM local time, an explosion rocked Bratislava. An explosion that originated from the parliment building. It appears that during an emergency session of the House of Commans, a terrorist plot was taken out, immediately assassinating all but three members of the House. It appears to have been an attack from the Poles due to growing disconent between the mildly pro-Soviet Slovak Republic. It also appears that the families of the members have also been murdered."
"It also seems that this has played a key role in President Gasparovic's term. Immediately after recieving word of the attack, the President resigned, giving the space to House Chairman Azem Milosevic. Appearently this also marks the officially annexation of Slovakia into the CCCP as the Slovak SSR. The title of President of the Slovak Republic has also been changed to the Chairman of the Slovak Soviet Socialist Republic."
"Soon after the annexation, humanitarian drops were dropped in te rural areas of Slovakia in order to supply the starving with food and supplies until the Soviet Humanitarian League can reach them. We hope that this is the sign of a ne era for the Slovak people."
* * *
In the capital of Poland, Warsaw, masked men quickly filed into the administrative building. Without being seen, they quickly made their way to the second floor where President Harold von Spartstein - a hardline capitalist - was. Bursting through a rear window into his office, the men quickly seized the man, subdueing him and forcing him to the ground. The Polish Secret Service quickly charged the room; however, due to the state of President Spartstein, were forced to drop their weapons and sit in his office.
"Fucking pig! Stand up!" shouted one of the men, "Okay Mr. Pig, today is your big day. In about oh, two hours, Soviet forces are going to push up through Germany, Slovakia, Belarus, Ukraine, and the Kaliningrad Oblast and force you to cede your power to the Kremlin. In three hours, you're going to instruct your army to stop fighting the Soviets and surrender to your Slavic comrades. Understand me?" Spartstein simply nodded as he was tossed into his office chair.
* * *
At the German-Polish border, the Red Army had amassed some eight divisions, equalling about 1,600,000 soldiers. This seemed to also span the entire bordering Soviet republics. It seems that ever since the Polish election was lost, the Kremlin had been planning to seize Poland once more. Their time had finally come. At roughly 3:40 PM local time, Soviet forces pushed in on three sides of Poland, quickly advancing through the unguarded and surprised Polish defences.
Back in Warsaw, one of the armed men kicked Spartstein, "Get up you dog. It's time for your fucking press conference. You're going to tell your men to surrender, understand?" shouted the man. He recieved the same reply as before as they lead him outside to the press room.
President Spartstein entered the room, acompanied by a strange guard, but not too uncomfortable. The guard quickly instructed the men that no questions were going to be answered, and that the President simply need to have a response. "My people of Poland. A day that will live in our hearts until we fall from this earth. A day that will be of great victory for the Polish people. Today is that day. I wish to instruct the soldiers fighting at the battlefront to drop your weapons and surrender, Today is a day of victory - the day of strife will come later." The guard elbowed the President in the back. Spartstein erched lightly, but stood back up, "Surrender to your Soviet comrades, this is a direct order from your commander-in-cheif, refusing to comply will be seen as treason. As of now, I formally declare Poland a Soviet Socialist Republic and give the people of Poland the power to elect a Chairman." With that simple speech, Spartstein left...
* * *
Back in his office, Spartstein was escourted to a waiting chopper and flown to Ukraine where he later was executed by the KGB. An election took place roughly three weeks later after the Soviet's reached Warsaw. Heavy casualties were lost on both sides - it appears that the Polish forces refused to surrender. But alas, the Polish army was eventually decimated by the Red Army's seemingly endless supply of men and resources. A chairman was elected for both the Slovak and Polish SSR's. Comrade Milosevic was elected after complying to an election for the Slovak Chairman. However, the Chairman of the Polish SSR wasn't elected so easily. A car bomb killed the first, but due to heightened security, was unable to kill the second-in-line, allowing Comrade Banderkoff to be elected as the new Chairman of the Polish SSR.
Later that month, Comrade Premier Troskin called the destruction of an oppressive Spartstein regime a victory, and released a tape of his war-tribunal - which found him guilty for human rights abuses and was thus sentanced to the firing squad. Pro-Soveit nations such as Ottoman Khaif praised the USSR for their destruction of two oppressive regimes and the founding of democracy in both. The Communist Party of the Soviet Union also praised the Premier and hoped that this will be a new era for Europe...
It was nine pm when the Chairman of the House of Commons (Slovak parliment) called the other seventeen members, awaking several. Middle aged Victor Sovbresvic was one of those, "Hello?" he spoke. "This is Milsovic," replied the chairman. "Ah.. Wha-" he was abruptly interrupted. "Meet me at the House of Commons in one hour." The line went dead... Victor stood and quickly adorned casual attire, figuring it was simply an emergency meeting and not official.
This occured several times within the next hour. Eventually, the unknowning house members arrived at the Parlimentarian Building in various states of sleep and anger. A small group of them were aggravated that they'd been interupted from their poker game, but still filed into the conference room with the others. Milosevic allowed the grogy and angry parliment members to wait momentarily, before slowly entering the room. With him were six armed men wearing military fatigues, Ivan Grovespic, and Iosif Bratislav - three well known socialists amongst the parliment members. "What is the meaning of this?" blurted one of the parliment members; he recieved no reply. Milosevic turned back and whispered something to one of the men as they spread around the room, seemingly covering the two exits. Finaly, Milosevic spoke, "For far too long have I sat by and watched as the pigs in this country siphon out what little bit of life my people have. For far too long has constant strife been pulling us from our comrades. Today is the final day I will sit by and watch this. Tomorrow, President Ivan Gasparovic will be informed that if he refuses to resign, a great cataclysmic disatser will envelope him and his family. No-" "You fucking pinko! I'l-" the mans outburst was cut short when one of the armed guards pushed the barrel of his Chinese Type 17 Pistol to the rear of his skull, pulling the trigger. A small storm of shattered fragments of ivory and brain matter spewed from his visage, filling onto the floor before him as he collapsed. "Now.. As I was saying. Either you all join me as my comrades... Or you will have the same fate as Mr. Vodaprosk here."
The room fell eriely silent. The members of the house seemed to be debating. Finally, one man stood, "We will not fall before communist oppression..." He slowly sat back down. The other members of the house remained silent, some showing aggreement, others showing discontent. "I see... Well, since none of you have the balls to stand up and show pride for your own, greedy ideology, I guess you'll all perish here. Good luck in whatever paradise or Hell you believe in," Milosevic slightly smirked, then left the room, leaving the armed men inside.
No one had noticed, but during the commotion, another armed individual had entered the room and placed a black duffle bag in the center. He kneeled down and slowly unzipped the main compartment, revealing electronic equipment and several jugs of some sort of flammable fluid. He hit the timer, setting it for ten minute. Once the busy-work was completed, the 'fun' began. The men opened fire on the members of the parliment, riddling the seats, walls, and men with 7.62mm rounds. The men around the room fell like a child dominoes, doubling over in agony as the militaristic weapons depleted their lives and stole their ambitions.
Eventually, the random clicking of a magazine was heard - out of ammunition. The men left, satisfied that they had completed their job. As they left, they clicked on the explosive and ran outside to a waiting car...
* * *
Slovak News Network Special Report
"Last night around 11 PM local time, an explosion rocked Bratislava. An explosion that originated from the parliment building. It appears that during an emergency session of the House of Commans, a terrorist plot was taken out, immediately assassinating all but three members of the House. It appears to have been an attack from the Poles due to growing disconent between the mildly pro-Soviet Slovak Republic. It also appears that the families of the members have also been murdered."
"It also seems that this has played a key role in President Gasparovic's term. Immediately after recieving word of the attack, the President resigned, giving the space to House Chairman Azem Milosevic. Appearently this also marks the officially annexation of Slovakia into the CCCP as the Slovak SSR. The title of President of the Slovak Republic has also been changed to the Chairman of the Slovak Soviet Socialist Republic."
"Soon after the annexation, humanitarian drops were dropped in te rural areas of Slovakia in order to supply the starving with food and supplies until the Soviet Humanitarian League can reach them. We hope that this is the sign of a ne era for the Slovak people."
* * *
In the capital of Poland, Warsaw, masked men quickly filed into the administrative building. Without being seen, they quickly made their way to the second floor where President Harold von Spartstein - a hardline capitalist - was. Bursting through a rear window into his office, the men quickly seized the man, subdueing him and forcing him to the ground. The Polish Secret Service quickly charged the room; however, due to the state of President Spartstein, were forced to drop their weapons and sit in his office.
"Fucking pig! Stand up!" shouted one of the men, "Okay Mr. Pig, today is your big day. In about oh, two hours, Soviet forces are going to push up through Germany, Slovakia, Belarus, Ukraine, and the Kaliningrad Oblast and force you to cede your power to the Kremlin. In three hours, you're going to instruct your army to stop fighting the Soviets and surrender to your Slavic comrades. Understand me?" Spartstein simply nodded as he was tossed into his office chair.
* * *
At the German-Polish border, the Red Army had amassed some eight divisions, equalling about 1,600,000 soldiers. This seemed to also span the entire bordering Soviet republics. It seems that ever since the Polish election was lost, the Kremlin had been planning to seize Poland once more. Their time had finally come. At roughly 3:40 PM local time, Soviet forces pushed in on three sides of Poland, quickly advancing through the unguarded and surprised Polish defences.
Back in Warsaw, one of the armed men kicked Spartstein, "Get up you dog. It's time for your fucking press conference. You're going to tell your men to surrender, understand?" shouted the man. He recieved the same reply as before as they lead him outside to the press room.
President Spartstein entered the room, acompanied by a strange guard, but not too uncomfortable. The guard quickly instructed the men that no questions were going to be answered, and that the President simply need to have a response. "My people of Poland. A day that will live in our hearts until we fall from this earth. A day that will be of great victory for the Polish people. Today is that day. I wish to instruct the soldiers fighting at the battlefront to drop your weapons and surrender, Today is a day of victory - the day of strife will come later." The guard elbowed the President in the back. Spartstein erched lightly, but stood back up, "Surrender to your Soviet comrades, this is a direct order from your commander-in-cheif, refusing to comply will be seen as treason. As of now, I formally declare Poland a Soviet Socialist Republic and give the people of Poland the power to elect a Chairman." With that simple speech, Spartstein left...
* * *
Back in his office, Spartstein was escourted to a waiting chopper and flown to Ukraine where he later was executed by the KGB. An election took place roughly three weeks later after the Soviet's reached Warsaw. Heavy casualties were lost on both sides - it appears that the Polish forces refused to surrender. But alas, the Polish army was eventually decimated by the Red Army's seemingly endless supply of men and resources. A chairman was elected for both the Slovak and Polish SSR's. Comrade Milosevic was elected after complying to an election for the Slovak Chairman. However, the Chairman of the Polish SSR wasn't elected so easily. A car bomb killed the first, but due to heightened security, was unable to kill the second-in-line, allowing Comrade Banderkoff to be elected as the new Chairman of the Polish SSR.
Later that month, Comrade Premier Troskin called the destruction of an oppressive Spartstein regime a victory, and released a tape of his war-tribunal - which found him guilty for human rights abuses and was thus sentanced to the firing squad. Pro-Soveit nations such as Ottoman Khaif praised the USSR for their destruction of two oppressive regimes and the founding of democracy in both. The Communist Party of the Soviet Union also praised the Premier and hoped that this will be a new era for Europe...