NationStates Jolt Archive

Nicklas Blüme was not an old man, but he felt as though he was through simply his life's experiences. In his grouping of terms as the Aequatian President, he had brought about many changes including democratizing the broken Republic from the corrupt despots the likes of Schaeffer and Pendleton. However, he had been most tired of his position in life and had once mentioned over a quiet breakfast of how he had accomplished all that he set out to do when he first ran for president.

He thought of retirement now that the Republic he loved now stood for something which was no longer corrupted by those whose greed was only outweighed by the amount of evil and blackness upon their souls, but a single worry ran through his mind, "Was there anyone worthy enough to take it from here, how am I to know that the ideal republic will remain so after I'm removed from power?"

Blüme stood upon the balcony which watched over the great capital of Magna Casa, its high rises pierced the morning sky, mere testements of which they represented: the Aequatian citizen, a proud society and a true force to be reckon with. However, unknown to the several billion which lived and worked in the nation, in a backroom of one of the countless buildings in the urban morass of the capital a meeting was being held by those who did not think along the same mindset as the president.

"We are nothing but a farce in the world," shouted an angry man as he secured cloth over his face as a mask, "Not to mention one that no one knows or will ever hear of!"

"Jared's right, this country has never taken a serious stand on anything..." explained another man with a weathered kalashnikov assault rifle in his hands, "We need to return this country to the ideals of the founder... not this joker who's only made us his playthings in his Republic!"

A figure entered the doorway, his face obscured by the shadows and his body a black trenchcoat, "Such idealic young men, all of you," said the man's voice as his lit a thin cigarette and blew smoke into the room, further obscuring his silhouette, "But what do you plan to do about it?"

"We're going to fucking take back the country for those it's supposed to represent," answered a young man holding a submachinegun in his hand and a red armband on his left arm with a bold, black "A" on it, "We're going to kill that bastard Blüme and make sure that someone who can do the job can get a chance to!"

"But he's the president, you can't expect to do that without the Sicherheitstaffel and the Staatspolizei stopping you," replied the unknown figure, "Besides, Blüme is a man who idolizes our founder, Bomfy, and only wants what he thinks is best for the country."

The group seemed upset by the last comment, the obvious leader of the group stood forward, "Don't you dare compare that son of a bitch to our founder, he created this nation so we could be free from the likes of him!"

"My sincere apologies then, I did not mean to offend you like that," the man threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it out, "But I would suggest finding a better way to deal with the problem of the elements which surround Blüme before you deal with him, the fanatical Sicherheitstaffel especially and their lapdog, the Staatspolizei."

"And how do you suggest we deal with such organizations?" asked the leader of the group.

"Just come with me and we'll... talk," said the man as he left the doorway.

TAG-Good opening post! I'm interested.

The streets below the Sicherheitstaffel building in Magna Casa were crowded with the usual rush hour traffic as citizens, rich and poor alike, moved about to their jobs and to complete the errands which consumed their lives in the Republic. On the second floor the commanding civilian officer, Werner Klein, sat at his desk and looked over the wide, six-lane road which divided the central capital district deep in the body of the city. He crushed out his cigarette in a marble ashtray that sat at a far corner of his desk before turning to a report which sat alone on the polished ebonite surface, it spoke of political dissent which was becoming an issue within the far-reaching areas of the Republic, cries of misrepresentation and corrpution in the centralization of the executive branch of the government.

"Scum, all of them," huffed Klein as he crumpled the paper and tossed it into the black waste basket which sat by his feet, "If only Nicklas would allow me more authority over the citizenry, then I could finally make this the perfect Republic, not this disgraceful display he likes to call Centrism. Nothing more than avoiding responsibility for his administration's actions."

It had been weeks since the first of the defiance had surfaced in the form of anti-government websites misinforming the citizens of how the government had corrupted the Republic for its own agenda and to take advantage of the common citizen, then those who were foolish and outspoken enough decided that mere text wasn't enough and began to stage small "soapbox" rallies in smaller urban centres. The largest of these had been in the city of Ryza, where nearly seventy had gathered outside the governor's house to protest his appointment by President Blüme. It only lasted a mere fifteen minutes before they were dispersed by Staatspolizei riot personnel, but it had triggered something as groups throughout the country began to follow suit in anti-government preachings, had it not been for the effective use of assassination and "spook" operations by Sicherheitstaffel agents, it may have gotten out of hand and become something larger which would have had to been dealt with in the open, in full view of the public's innocent eyes.

"We're finished with such nonsense, with the largest and loudest dissidents out of the picture, we're free to monitor and rule over the nation as much as we can due to the poor decisions which stand for legislation in this country," thought Klein as he leaned back in his leather chair, 'One day there won't be a need for people like me, as everyone will live by the Republic and simply be perfect... without defects."

TAG - Can't wait to get myself tangled up in this, lol.

The group's leader entered the cramped office where the mysterious figure had leaded him away from the rest of the revolutionaries, he put his handgun's safety on and set it down on a dusty filing cabinet before turning to the figure who was now sitting in the chair behind the desk.

The man lit another cigarette before speaking, "Mister Rodacker, Kurt... I know that you are an angry young man against the government for silencing so many bright people, one of whom included your politics professor, the good Doctor Hamilton who you were very close to, but now is not the time to act irrational."

Kurt nearly jumped back in surprise, "How... how do you know my name?"

"Please, I know far more than that... and the same goes for everyone in the next room, I have dossiers on each of you since you were all considered potential traitors to Aequatio for being affiliated with that professor," replied the figure, "The only reason you haven't been terminated yet is because you haven't done anything just yet... except for this little meeting you're having now, this kind of thing is very dangerous to your health."

"If you have dossiers on us, then you're one of them... why haven't you reported us to your superiors?" asked Rodacker, almost seeming like a young child realizing there was no Santa Claus or Easter Bunny.

"Not very perceptive, are you, Kurt?" Although covered, you could almost see the figure's eyes roll at the young man, "I haven't reported you since I want to help you, hence why I'm here. Your group is the first to be fully prepared to take the fight to the streets, you would be the catalyst that could incite something if it is done properly."

"How would it be done properly, we have the weapons and a plan of action," explained Rodacker, "We storm the National Senate building and take them hostage, then we go from there."

"'Go from there?' What kind of idiocy is that?" The figure was obviously angered by that last statement, "You know nothing of revolution and political change, boy, you must make the people feel unsafe in their everyday activities. Besides, the National Senate is filled with the President's lackies, they wouldn't hesitate to just 'clean' the building and blame you before replacing all of the senators with new slaves."

The young man was now embarrassed, their plan had taken nearly a week to plan and even longer to gain the weapons they needed for the operation, "Are you suggesting we resort to blatant terrorism?"

The figure shook his head, "Taking hostages is blatant terrorism, you need to start with simply planting bombs and attacking government figures. But keep away from attacking civilians, as we are trying to gain their support, we don't need to do anything to make them hate us, the government has that covered, trust me."

"But wouldn't the Sicherheitstaffel be on us in no time if we started doing that?" asked Rodacker, "We would only get away with one attack if we were lucky before they tracked us down and made us "disappear'"

"That's where I come in, I'll deal with them so that you're left alone to do as we planned," said the figure as he crushed out his cigarette, "If I convince them that I've infiltrated a group and am trying to get higher up among their ranks, they won't make a move until I say so."

"How do I know you have that power?"

The figure reached into his coat and produced a crumpled shoulder patch and set it on the desk, it flashed with the image of the Republic's Eagle and in bold lettering, Sicherheitstaffel, "Now you know... and that's half the battle."