NationStates Jolt Archive

The new Animtern Chairpenguin Lev Beaksky surveyed the assembled revolutionaries. Farthest to his right, in both policy and seating arrangement sat, Bob Clubmeov Foreign Commissar of the Community of Revolutionary Seals. Next sat Orca Killerensky head of the Anarcho-Skeptic Whales Foreign Ministry. Finally Krill 37 from the Nihilist Krill Foreign Relations Council. So this is it, he thought. The first Animaltarian Internationale. Lev Beaksky rose to address the assembled commissars.

"Greeting Tovarischi. Revolutionaries, this 1st Animtern be the bestest way to crush all smelly-big-humans yes? We have cleared the imperialist from or own areas of Antarctica. Only Polar shelf 7 remains in the iron five-flipper of the smelly-big-humans yes?"

Lev glanced at Orca, noticing his blow hole contract with nervous tension. Only polar shelf 7 remained out with Red Antarctica's control, this was Whale territory, and the fighting had not been going well.

"We's take fight to the landed-two-legs tovarisch", Orca replied. "We be beating them soon we's think. Our front lines, nichevo! they's lacking equipment, we's lost much fighting smelly-big-humans from the Nordlands, they be using many rope arrows against our Soldiers."

Krill 37 snorted.

Lev sighed inwardly, always with the fighting between the Krill and the Whales, despite the Whales banning the use of Krill as a food source, and the re-education programs they instituted. In reality Lev knew it wouldn't matter, basically the Krill would antagonize anybody.

"You should liquidate the officers in charge of shelf 7 Tovarisch. Then I be thinking they not be so disappointing yes? They be's Bourgeois human apologists me is thinking, you both being warm bloods and all.” Krill 37 sneered.

Lev saw Orca flushed red with anger, he would not go far in the Animtern if he cannot control his temper, Lev noted. However this was not the time for division.

"Tovarischi, enough! Be we concentrating on the matter at flipper yes?” Lev asserted. "We must lend aid to our Whale tovarisch, and drive these flipperless imperialists from the Polar Shelf!"

Bob nodded and cheered, "I be agreeing with the venerable gentlepenguin Lev.", he said.

How easily swayed the Menshevik was, despite Bob's bourgeois affectation of "gentlepenguin", Lev smiled to himself. Yes much leverage with the Seals to be taken in future. The party Chairpenguin comrade Penglin had been worried about joining with the Seals, a community of landowners, he had raged in one of his more lucid moments. However this lack of backbone should be enough to cheer him.

The party had been worried about the Seals since the argument which had split the Penguin and Seal Revolutionary Committee when they were all émigrés on the Falklands. That was two revolutions ago and the Komunisty Penguins had strengthened their gains, whilst Lev had watched the Seals backslide on socialist policy ever since. Soon a thin layer of exploiting
Seal Bourgeois would be all that remained of their "glorious revolution". Comrade Penglin had been right to dismiss them and their parliamentarianism back on the émigré island.

"Yes, Red Antarcticans.", Lev continued. "We must be co-coordinating our military effort to help the Whales. Agreed we be setting telegraphs and helping Whales between our military tovarischi, yes?"

Everyone nodded.

"Good." said Lev. "Now all we's be discussing is being the crayon shortage on polar shelf 27, yes? Needs that we all have many more crayons for the calf’s and pups to draw with, yes? We have many tasty yum-yum fishes to trade. We must finds a place of non-imperialist smelly-big-humans to trade with. We be believings it best to set the task to the Krill, yes."

The agreement was total. If you wanted something done, you give it to the Krill, Gulags or no, they had they're uses. Lev knew the Komunisty Penguins had they're own camps too for the apologists and counter revolutionaries, but not like the camps the Krill had. Lev shivered at the thought.

Taking one last look round the assembly, Lev finished the meeting, "Farewell Tovarischi, we call to closing the first Animaltarian Internationale. Forward the revolutionary vanguard of Red Antarctica!"

As they were leaving the cavern, Lev decided he would be more wary of the Krill in future. Yes he would be very wary. After all, you had to keep two flippers and a beak on your tasty yum-yum fishes when the Krill were around.

OOC:Can you sum up what just happened?

OOC: How'd ya mean? like this:

Komunisty Penguins, Revolutionary Seals, Nihilist Krill and Anarcho-Skeptic Whales, have formed an uneasy military alliance against Human imperialism, in the "Red Antarctica" region. Nihilist Krill has been charged with finding trade partners for the region.

Awesome :P

Although a nation whos sentience is comprised of pretty much entirely human, the United Motherlandist States of Hogsweat would very much like to sign an alliance, a trade pact, and a defense pact with our socialist friends in the Animaltarian Internationale. The UMSH agrees that every sentient being, animal or human, is born and should be treated until found otherwise, equal. If accepted we will pledge ourselves to defending Red Antarctica from enemies of any being that decide it right to attack your region.
Vive Le United Front,
Vive Le Revolutione,
Vive Le Internationale
Comrade Josef Dorsal, Chancellor of the Motherland

Krill 37 sat in her study deep under the Nihilist Krill Council Bunkers. On her desk lay the proposal from the United Motherlandist States of Hogsweat, she could still smell the landed-two-legs on the document. Krill 37 scowled and called in her assistant Krill 98.

"Be sending acceptances of the trade pact to the United Motherlandist States of Hogsweat." she said as the assistant entered. "Also be indicating we be willing to discussening the other proposals, but you be stalling them on the alliance yes we needs only the crayons from trade. The penguins may bes interested in hearings about the declarations of solidarnosc, so yous not bes telling them yes."

Krill 98 nodded and left.

Solidarity with smelly-big-humans socialist or no Krill 37 snorted they were all imperialists, still the landed-two-legs would give antarctica much crayons for the tastey yum yum fishes the penguins hunted, and the Krill would be in charge of the supply. Enough funds rechanneled and the Krill could find other partners to buy boom-boom guns from and make the rest of Red Antarctica take notice. Joining the animtern might not have been such a bad idea after all....

OoC: Very interested, consider this a TAG for future involvement: very Orwellian; very me. Expect IC interaction soon.

OOC: the more the merrier, we're trying to make this as much story book narrative as possible, all contributions welcome :-)

The United Socialist States of Desartha sent the following message to Animaltarian Internationale:

We the United Socialist States of Desartha wish to offer an Alliance and states that if the Animaltarian Internationale is attacked we will offer as much support as possible. We would also wish to open trade between our great nations.

President Handstand decided to send a repesentive to this land. The rep. was the Animal Senator(OOC:Animals are repesented in The Republic Congress), Stalin, a coyote. A small bush plane lands dropping off the rep, and then flying off.

Mercedes Benzovich ducked behind the sloping hill of snow, signalling to her squad to take cover. The mission had seemed an easy task when she accepted, but she had not thought that the flipperless humans would be so close to the whale lines.

She checked the sealpower of the remainder of her squad, Jack with the fresh face of a pup just out of training, Whiskercilly a slight-built bull with the ability to appear invisible almost anywhere and Chagger, a bull seal built like one of the sloped armour Metal Boxes the landed-two-legs caused so much devastation with. So many seals lost, and for what! all for the useless delivery of red crayons to the Whales Propaganda HQ.

Sighing, Mercedes checked her gear, she still had a pouchfull of bullets for her Flipper PK 47 Bolt Action rifle. Penguin manufactured for the harshness of the artic shelf, she reflected, not for the first time, that she was glad the penguins were on her side.

Tightening her army issue coat as a blast of icy wind shook her hiding place, Mercedes purred. She was glad for its warmth and the cover it provided. Unlike the skimpy t-shirts she had to wear before the revolution, providing titilation to the customers (both human and seals alike) for the bar "Flippers". Her new coat was warm, and she was proud to wear it.

"What we be doings now ma'am?", a voice to Mercedes right questioned.

Mercedes jumped, it was Whiskercilly, she hadnt seen him approach. That bull seal could move like a ghost.

"We needs be lie low yes, letting enemy settle, wes be then head back to base. Seal Council cans work out hows to be notifying the Whales of human movingness yes. There beings nothing more we cans do here."

Whiskercilly nodded and settled down for the long haul....


It seemed like days, as the sun slipped over the Antarctic skies, Mercedes nodded to her squad, the universal signal to move out. As she was rising, Jack placed his flipper over her flipper and motioned to his ear, puzzled Mercedes hushed the squad and listened. Off in the distance she heard the purring sound of one of the flying boxes the humans used, without a command her squad automatically hit the ground digging into the snow, it seemed even the pup Jack knew what the flying boxes could do.

Mercedes watched as the flying box came down landing on the shelf, a figure lept out of its belly, making her gasp. This creature had four legs, and she recognised from one of the penguins image books. This thing was a coyote, taking a gamble Mercedes rose from her snow hole and made herself known to the curious animal. As it approached Mercedes levelled her PK 47 at its muzzle.

"Who beings you? and whys do you come to the sacredness snows of the Red Antarctica rodina? you bes speaking tovarisch yes?"

OOC: The idea of communist animals running antarctica amuses me greatly.

TAG for future interest. I may add to the thread later.

OOC: looking for a scandanavian like human country to RP and depict the other side of the war on and off the Whales polar shelf. Anyone like to help us out? The animals are using WW2 equivalent equipment, but preferably unlike the humans we've no heavy vehicles or complex machines. We're looking for a prolonged WW1 like stalemate, to drive the political intrigue.