NationStates Jolt Archive


Revolution In Hutu(Open RP)

Hutu
17-08-2005, 06:07
A thick Russian accent breaks the silence in a dark bunker deep underground, "The once mighty Hutuian Federation is broken, much like the land. There is nothing left of the former empire except these bunkers we use as our base and a few buildings above us." The man laughs as he sits in the corner almost completely hidden in the shadows. A light flickers and a bit of his face is shown to the other men in the room as he lights a cigar and quickly extinguishes the flame.

The area the men were all located was a large room inside the massive tunnel network under the ground of Hutu. The network of concrete and steel tunnels ran from the far north to the south and a few stretched to the east and west. Many parts of the tunnels now ran under other countries that had claimed areas of Hutu over the years as the country quarreled amongst itself. The area of the tunnel the men were in was under the capital Sobakagrad.

"So, it is our duty as citizens of Hutu to claim what is ours, rebuild this grand nation to what it was and unite the citizens under a new flag." The man in the corner stood up and made himself visible to the room. He was a tall man, roughly six feet eight inches tall, and of a very sturdy build weighing somewhere around 300lbs. He wore plain clothes, a pair of blue jean pants and a grey t-shirt.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the Loyalst Party, loyal to the country of Hutu. It is our duty, no our obligation to restore this country."

The other men in the room looked around at each other and back to the man speaking. No one dared speak up at first then on man sitting toward the back stood up looking around a bit then decided to speak, "So, exactly who the hell are you?"

The man at the front of the crowd smoking his cigar chuckled a bit nodding, "Ah, but of course how foolish of me. My name is Carl Dizkoff, any other information about me is not currently relevent."

The man questioning him nodding and sat down content for now. The group remained quiet just looking around at each other and the room, none quite brave enough to speak up at the moment.

"So, the restoration begins tonite, I have the man power well taken care of. I brought you all here because you are experts in your fields and you will be of great use to the cause as the battles begin and wage on."

All across the streets of Hutu, or what was left of it after years of poor leadership, there was fighting and rioting. The major cities, Sobakagrad, Vladivostock, Hutu City, and Shimdah City were mostly destroyed from the years of fighting. Much of the northern and north-western country side had been claimed by other countries. The bulk of the grounds to the south where the farm land lied was destroyed or burning. The coast to the east and the central area of the country were the only places still inhabited by citizens, and was also where all the fighting was centered. Along with a few outbreaks of fighting in the plains and farms where many had fled to try and escape the fighting. Yet the chaos of the country followed everyone no matter how far they ran.
Hutu
17-08-2005, 18:38
Deep within the tunnels all through Hutu many men gather and hide from the chaos above ground. Many of the people hiding underground eventually meet up with Carl Dizkoff who eagerly recruits them to his cause. Most he talks to aren't very hard to persuade to his side.

Meanwhile above ground in Sobakagrad, what is left of it anyway. The remainder of the Socialist government is trying to maintain what they control.

"This is rediculous Yuri. We must do something about all this chaos rather than sit up here in our grand fortress and hide." The man speaking is only one of three men in the room. He stands infront of a large desk with another man smaller than he is. He wears one of the former military uniforms that the country used and is obviously a military man.

The room they stand in is the quarters of the Prime Minister of Hutu, a large vaulted-ceiling room that covers a whole floor of the Kremlin. All of the windows have been bricked up and the room sealed off. There is a thick layer of dust on the ground from the building taking the occasional mortar shell and there are papers thrown about.

"I know, I know, but what? What are we going to do? Do we have an army? NO" The man called Yuri responds. Sitting behind his desk he looks quite worried at this point. "Ivan, you're idea is great and all, but we have nothing."

"Then we will make something, we will find something. We have tanks, we have a navy, we have an airforce. We shall crush this now." Ivan grumbles out slamming his fist on the table.

"What? No no, those relics, they wont be able to do anything." Yuri now seems too afraid to even consider fighting back and stopping this would-be revolution.

The other man clears his throat a moment and adjusts his glasses on his face. "Well, then perhaps we should contact someone? Maybe get some help?"

The others nod, Yuri nods eagerly wanting someone else to come solve all his problems while Ivan crosses his arms and grumbles slightly. The third man nods quickly and turns walking through the large room and out the door. He turns up a small hallway and into another door.

He settles into a small room full of recording equipment and he picks up a microphone and clears his throat once more as he tries to gather his thoughts. He flips over a small switch that glows bright red and the tape begins rolling.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the gracious nation of Hutu is requesting help from all able nations. We are in a very delicate situation that requires any help that can be provided. It seems the citizens of Hutu have forgotten the glory of our grand Socialist system. However with your help they can again remember. The fate of Hutu is with the generous nations of the world, please help us guide our citizens back to the bright path of the red star."

The man flips the switch back over and smiles plugging in a few wires and pressing in a button. The tapes start rolling again and broadcast over Hutu's radio hoping that someone picks up the signal and hears the message.
Hutu
18-08-2005, 04:03
The message being broadcast by the Socalist leaders of the country is broadcast continually all day long. But no longer in its origional form, now added onto it is a message that the Loyalsts added on once they intercepted the signal. Their message plays along right after the first message.

Do not believe this message. We our here to help the country. We are here to unite our great country and restore our image to the world. It is us you should help. The Loyalists must triumph against the evil communist dictatorship that is ruining Hutu for everyone.
Aysheaia
18-08-2005, 07:07
To the Hutu Loyalists:

The Confederated States of Aysheaia is always happy to see citizens participate in their government; building a future instead of consuming one; seizing their own destiny. We would be happy to help you with donations of goods and the assistance of Aysheaian advisors. Please let us know what you need and we will see what we can do for you.

Indiris Aramueti
Ministry of Foreign Aid
Confederated States of Aysheaia