Communist Brazil
26-09-2005, 00:43
Silence. It was solid, palpable, the tension, as the older man sat, looking through his glasses down on the paper. The room hung low with smoke, from the cigars he had smoking, as he prepared further to make this address. An address, to accept again the election of him as the Principal Coordinator of the Municipalities, which at best was a representative position and nothing more. Still, he took it with honor, being one of the most beloved men alive in this nation, up there with the still living legend Juan Osvaldo Hernades, his wife Eva Duarte da Silva, Commandante Bittencourt. He was famous, and loved. It was that which he expressed in these words. A silence came over again, as he dropped his pen, and looked up into the dimly lit room. Piercing the kismet of smoke, was the dark figure of a tall man, with a long ponytail hanging at his side as he clapped his hands mockingly.
"Good, good, Mr. Coordinator. I'm sure you've touched us all with your sincerity. Or rather, you would.." His voice was thick was a Russian accetn over his Portuguese, which confused Valantim, as the figure came into view. The older man, he knew who it was. Adamska Emiliano Moltenskoi. Lieutenant of the Freemen. Valantim's eyes widened, gazing blankly from his glasses.
"Major Moltenskoi, you are not authorized to be here... What is the meaning of this?"
Adamska laughed, and he spun the revolver with his red gloved hand, his cold eyes laying upon Valantim's form, seeing the true fear in the old man's eyes. Stopping it immediately, his finger on the trigger, it aimed directly between Valantim's eyes, his hand on his arm to brace for a shot, yet, he did nothing, causing a fw beads of sweat to drip down the face of Valantim. He raised his brow. Fear. It was delicious. He sighed, and he heard the door open. Quickly spinning, florusihing his expertly engraved revolver, he placed it into his holster, and looked to the one entering. Nodding to her, he stepped backwards. The lithe figure, wearing military fatiques and a dim blue headband around her short, blonde hair, she stared downwards at Valantime. Alissandre Lanier. Valantim knew what was happening. He turned around, to look at his old friend, Soares Amareo Bittencourt. He smiled.
"So, the Freemen have betrayed us, Commandante?"
"It is you, who have betrayed the revolution, da Silva. Understand, I hold no grudge against you, or Eva. I simply know, that we cannot isolate ourselves. We have a deadline. We have seen it. It will not last forever. We must spread the borders, we must unite our continent, lest we fall when what we have foreseen comes."
"Soares.. Are you really going to..?"
The Commandante nodded. "We shall raise the Black Flag, over South America."
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[Three days later, an Associated Press article is distributed around the world.]
Commandante Bittencourt kidnaps Brazilian leader
The "Black Flag Rebellion" Begins
Caracas, Venezuala - Over the course of the past three days, the tumultous actions occuring internally within communist Brazil has suddenly become a major concern for South American security. Rebel forces under the command of former commander-in-chiief Soares Amareo Bittencourt. have gained control of important centers of control, including Brasilia, the capital, and Belem, the naval center for the entire nation. It is noted that almost the entire military has defected to the side of the rebels in this coup, leaving the former Brazilian government with few ways of resistence.
On the first day in the current Rebellion, Principal Coordinator Valantim Benicio Da Silva was kidnapped by rebel forces, which was a prelude to the takeover of the capital Brazilia, which occured within a day, as the entire military seemed to turn against the government. It is currenlty unknown the specific motive behind the military coup, which identifies itself as the "Black Flag Movement," but it is expected to be leftist in nature, and thus not an ideological rebellion in nature. Commandante Bittencourt announced that the government has willingly accepted the transition in government, and has presented unverifiable evidence of the Spartacist League signing a statute that would hand power to the Black Flag rebels.
"Good, good, Mr. Coordinator. I'm sure you've touched us all with your sincerity. Or rather, you would.." His voice was thick was a Russian accetn over his Portuguese, which confused Valantim, as the figure came into view. The older man, he knew who it was. Adamska Emiliano Moltenskoi. Lieutenant of the Freemen. Valantim's eyes widened, gazing blankly from his glasses.
"Major Moltenskoi, you are not authorized to be here... What is the meaning of this?"
Adamska laughed, and he spun the revolver with his red gloved hand, his cold eyes laying upon Valantim's form, seeing the true fear in the old man's eyes. Stopping it immediately, his finger on the trigger, it aimed directly between Valantim's eyes, his hand on his arm to brace for a shot, yet, he did nothing, causing a fw beads of sweat to drip down the face of Valantim. He raised his brow. Fear. It was delicious. He sighed, and he heard the door open. Quickly spinning, florusihing his expertly engraved revolver, he placed it into his holster, and looked to the one entering. Nodding to her, he stepped backwards. The lithe figure, wearing military fatiques and a dim blue headband around her short, blonde hair, she stared downwards at Valantime. Alissandre Lanier. Valantim knew what was happening. He turned around, to look at his old friend, Soares Amareo Bittencourt. He smiled.
"So, the Freemen have betrayed us, Commandante?"
"It is you, who have betrayed the revolution, da Silva. Understand, I hold no grudge against you, or Eva. I simply know, that we cannot isolate ourselves. We have a deadline. We have seen it. It will not last forever. We must spread the borders, we must unite our continent, lest we fall when what we have foreseen comes."
"Soares.. Are you really going to..?"
The Commandante nodded. "We shall raise the Black Flag, over South America."
__________________________________________________
[Three days later, an Associated Press article is distributed around the world.]
Commandante Bittencourt kidnaps Brazilian leader
The "Black Flag Rebellion" Begins
Caracas, Venezuala - Over the course of the past three days, the tumultous actions occuring internally within communist Brazil has suddenly become a major concern for South American security. Rebel forces under the command of former commander-in-chiief Soares Amareo Bittencourt. have gained control of important centers of control, including Brasilia, the capital, and Belem, the naval center for the entire nation. It is noted that almost the entire military has defected to the side of the rebels in this coup, leaving the former Brazilian government with few ways of resistence.
On the first day in the current Rebellion, Principal Coordinator Valantim Benicio Da Silva was kidnapped by rebel forces, which was a prelude to the takeover of the capital Brazilia, which occured within a day, as the entire military seemed to turn against the government. It is currenlty unknown the specific motive behind the military coup, which identifies itself as the "Black Flag Movement," but it is expected to be leftist in nature, and thus not an ideological rebellion in nature. Commandante Bittencourt announced that the government has willingly accepted the transition in government, and has presented unverifiable evidence of the Spartacist League signing a statute that would hand power to the Black Flag rebels.