NationStates Jolt Archive

Chamber der Preasidante, Reichburg, Tinsuvilia

Preasidante Herr Ike Duragi sat behind his cheery desk, contemplating his next actions. His dark brown hair was quite obviously dyed, as he was well into his sixties. His steel gray eyes had the look of one who should not be crossed, and his frail, thin arms belied an inner strength and charisma greater than any man in Tinsuvilia's long history. Nearly twenty years ago to the day, Ike had seized power above all others in the vacuum that had been Tinsuvilia's political stage. Now, an upstart group wished to destroy all that he had worked for in his reign of power.

He would not be humiliated.

His eyes flickered back to life, dispelling the glaze that had covered them as he sat in thought. He moved gently forward in his chair and pushed the intercom button on the front of his desk. After several seconds, a young woman's voice rang through, crackling with static as the intercoms fought to connect.

"Ja, Herr Preasidante," the voice asked, leaving behind it another trail of static.

"I need to speak with Herr Vorgen. Can you arrange a meeting?"

"Ja, Herr Vorgen has just returned from his mission to Stermhelden, I will send him in."

"Thank you. That is all."

Lobby der Preasidante, Reichburg, Tinsuvilia

Herr Uuten Vorgen was a stalwart man, whose shallow, black eyes allowed an aura of evil to escape from the man. His broad shoulders and thick stature acknowledged his position as the Commandant der Armii, and as the Preasidante's right hand man. When a startlingly beautiful young woman had approached him with the summon of their leader, he had of course obliged. He now walked toward the Chamber der Preasidante, his tall black boots clicking upon the marble floor with every step. He reached the door and knocked, while adjusting his cap.

"Ja, enter," came the high voice of Ike Duragi.

Vorgen pushed on the huge doors, which slid open easily, allowing the man a sweeping view of the most luxurious room in the country. The Preasidante sat behind his desk, looking quite noble and prepared for what he was about to do.

Vorgen sat across the wooden island from the Preasidante, and blinked as he was handed a single piece of paper.


By order of the highest power of this country, Herr Preasidante Ike Duragi, any and all citizens displaying the symbol of the "Uprising" shall be arrested on sight. In order to ensure this order is followed, the creation of a new service, the Wietz Ravuulin, under the command of Herr Commandant der Armii Uuten Vorgen is now seen as necessary. The Wietz Ravuulin shall be given full jurisdiction over those displaying support for, or collaborating with, the "Uprising".

Vorgen again blinked as he read the order once more, realizing that this would be his responsiblity.

"So? What do you think," asked the obviously nervous Duragi.

"I think that the people will not take this well."

"And that is why I am giving you the job of controlling them. If they get out of hand, I expect you to stop it. By any means."

"Ja, Herr Preasidante."

"Good. Thank you."

OOC: Basically my nations first step down a very long road, wide open to comments, or you could join in if you wish. TG or IM me, I'm on alot.

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ooc: So dealing with a group of rebels, with no-holds bar on getting them?
A cross between the Salem Witch Trials and the Spanish Inquisition?

OOC: That's correct, and this will end up going much farther than that I believe.

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ooc: Are you looking for people to support you, oppose you, generic responses, ect?

OOC: Yeah, basically whatever your country would normally do to a country headed towards facist extremism.

ooc: For Theao, it'd be to shrug and go about our day.

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Deep in the bowels of the Iron Concordiat's Command and Control Center sat a small suite of offices devoted to recording and filling away all the major news stories of the day as soon as they appeared any media, ranging from the internet to simple underground newsletters. A staff of 30 worked non-stop, alternating shifts to keep up the massive amount of potential useful information that flowed in from all corners ofthe globe.

Massive filing cabinets held clippings and disks going 10 years back, after which, unless the stories were of extreme importance they were destroyed. It happened that this morning the 2nd team was on duty, so the task of recording the events transpiring in Tinsvulia fell to them. For 6 grueling hours they clipped , copied and pasted, and recording the events into a large folder which was then fowarded 6 floors up the Wirrawayan Intelligence Service (WIS), where it awaiting processing by the legion of analysts filing into the cavernous office.

Thirteen Arrested By Wietz Ravuulin, Three Killed!

Yesterday afternoon, sixteen civilians occupying a building with an Uprising flag raised above it were questioned by Wietz officers, by order and warrant of Herr Vorgen. Five Wietz officers entered the building peaceably, but were soon forced out by the now violent seperatists. The Wietz called for assistance, and after a tedious gun fight lasting for only ten minutes, three of the "Resistors," as they are being called by the Preasidante, were mangled with bullets. Many believe that this act of violence on the part of the Wietz will only call more aid to the side of the Uprising, but some say that they were completely justified in their actions.

Ike Duragi sat, again at his desk, confused over what to do next. The papers obviously could not be allowed to speak of the Wietz any longer, they were going to far against them. He pulled his thin mustache and sighed. This was turning out to be a hell of a week. He groaned and pulled a piece of paper out of a stack, quickly writing a new order.

By the order of the highest power of this country, Herr Preasidante Ike Duragi, all forms of slander against the government or the Wietz shall be herein punishable by death or extreme punishment.

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