NationStates Jolt Archive

Deitrich Harbinger took a sip of his coffee as he awaited his arrival in Upper Xen, a third party to oversee the meeting of two direct parties. He had to pinch himself to take in the reality. Harbinger, behind the curtains owner of the single monopoly within the Empire [Kriegzimmer], one of the most fervent absolute capitalist leading an army of ultra capitalist terrorist, and he was now preparing for a meeting between one of the most fervent Communist in the world. The irony was just too obvious to ignore and Harbinger knew it all too well. He swirled the coffee so that the milk would better diffuse throughout the thick, black coffee. He looked at those around him in his private jet, of course designed by Luftkrieg and manufactured by Kriegzimmer, and he took into his mind the faces of his business partners. It was tricky to place all these men under his wing. They were all firm believers in capitalism, that is agressive action and competition and under those two cases it would only be obvious that one of those men would attempt to 'compete' against Harbinger for leadership of what they were representing in Upper Xen. Above that, Harbinger acknowledged the step but he also admitted that he was the best at the game, which to him was why he was still the leadership by defaul. He shook his head to clear it of those thoughts and he turned his attention back to the coffee. It was another four hours before they arrived on their supersonic jetliner and he didn't want to spend those next four hours wondering what his fellow entrepreneurs were scheming in those bulging heads of theirs.

Their business in Upper Xen was far from ordinary and they were not looking after the welfare of the state in any diplomatic affairs. In fact, Harbinger had proved that he worked purely for profit when he refused to close trade to the enemies of Jonach and Fedor. Of course, the two Emperors had been enfuriated but they could do nothing about it; they could not risk the destruction of their single arms supplier. Indeed, sometimes it was said that Dietrich Harbinger was the most powerful man in the world; or at least, the region of Imperial Armies. The truth was that Harbinger's power had only flowered after the rise of Fedor and the beginnings of the War of Golden Succession, and it had only been the recent decision of the IINSA, the central intelligence agency of the Empire, to send men into Haven that had allowed Harbinger to infiltrade as well; him, of course, having infiltrated earlier in IINSA. He would soon also have men in Guffingford, with IINSA in there as well. So, he and his band of economic terrorist had only begun to propagate themselves internationally.

His 'band of terrorist' would soon better be known as the Knights of Pir-Sar, a now small cell of ultra-capitalist economic terrorist. They were firm believers of Absolute Capitalism, and they despised the 'pragmatic' solution the Empire had involved. They believed that only through absolute capitalism could man excel, and if need be, they would set up an oligarchy. They had only one goal; globalized trade through the toppling of foreign governments and turning them into oligarchies - puppets of the Knights, by all means. So, what did ultra-capitalist have to do with the most wanted Communist terrorist in the world? It turned out that Hashim Al-Farik being the international spokesman of the Revolutionary Armed Forces also led him to be one of the easiest sources of advance ordnance. Of course, the owner of Kriegzimmer could simply order from his own company, but Al-Farik had a wonderful way of cutting traces, and Harbinger needed that the most. He did not need the press to know his posision as an international terrorist.

So, with his mentally set on the landing in Upper Xen, he awaited. He turned to one of his compatriots, executive of one of the largest petroleum companies within the Empire, Derik Carcassein, and he said, "Seems rather wrong that we are dealing with the men who hate us the most, no?" He chuckeled.

Carcassein smiled wryly and responded, "Well, sometimes you have to go where you don't expect. Capitalist, or at least that's what they think, are so busy protecting themselves when, according to their own philosophy, they shouldn't that we are forced to go to the desperate."

"Desperate?" Harbinger questioned that last part and he pressed on, "I would hardly call one of the most successful international terrorist groups desperate..."

The other man laughed, "Well, they have tried to hard to crack the vault of our region. I have a feeling that they're going to ask for something we should not give."

Harbinger sneered, "We are pure capitalist. We give anything for profit." Carcassein cut him short, "Even if it puts Kriegzimmer in jeopardy." Harbinger retorted, "If it brings me the world, yes."

They both fell silent after that and they remained silent until they touched upon firm ground in Upper Xen. The plane rocked back and forth until both landing gear systems were rolling on concrete, and even then the wings tilted back and forth. The aircraft taxied towards a center field, without a terminal, and an array of black vehicles that seemed to wait for them. Harbinger took a deep breath and before getting up, reminded, "No funny shit with these guys, ok?" With that, he stood and took his luggage while the jet made a full stop.

He took another deep breath, preparing himself for the meeting between black and white, Christ and Antichrist, and all other polar opposites one could think of. He was committing the unthinkable - the time when Capitalism was dependent on the abilities of Communism. The ironies failed to be subtle at all - but sometimes the world's strings wove in strange ways. This ravaged his mind while the door to the aircraft slid open mechanically. The staircase was already hinged and he walked straight out, and then down, into the arms of his new would be allies. Smiling, he greeted in Dienstadi, "Heilö, may the fates destine us fortune." His colleagues behind them kept to themselves, still weary of such merchant ties with Communism. Harbinger saw past that. He saw only future.

Farik (a man of many ties and just as many reasons) was one of the most wanted men on the face of reality. Being the spokesman of the Revolutionary Armed Forces Abroad (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Revolutionary_Armed_Forces_Abroad) (but far from being its leading man) he had many international relations with arms manufactorers; weapons smugglers; rouge, underpaid, unhappy scientists; and many other less than appealing individuals. However, his most loyal and helpful comrades came from within the very country that had annexed his homeland (Oman): the Soviet Union.

The communist Arab was always dissentful (even in the religious theocracy that Oman was before its annexation) and always rebelous. But what was most appealing about him, was his utter inability to be merciful to those he deemed his enemy. He would seek down, capture, and destroy anyone who was against his cause. This made him a great tool of the RAFA (and thus the Soviet Union).

Farik would not be in Upper Xen to meet his new clientel; he was currently in a hotel in the Korean Soviet Socialist Republic - waiting for the RAFA to sieze the Knights and fly them from the utter warzone that Upper Xen had been turned into since the revolution.

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As the supersonic, Kriegzimmer-constructed jetliner came into landing formation, a jet piloted by anti-communist rebels from Northern Upper Xen flew over the international airport (if you could call it that). The aircraft was preforming one of the daily bombings of the city - but not for long. With the Macabee aircraft still thousands of feet in the air, slowly descendingonto the runway, anti-aircraft artillery slammed into the sky. Thick clouds of smoke and flack shattered around the Macabee aircraft. Over the communications to the pilot, Upper Xenzian (truely Soviet) aircraft controllers shouted instructions in Deinstadi, "Remain on course! Do not deviate in heading! Continue lowering in altitude!"

Eventually, the greatly shaken passengers met the tarmac and taxied. The passengers of the aircraft were treated with a greeting of a falling rebel aircraft, crashing into the far-side of the runway. As the jetliner taxied and began to release its passengers, crew in military transports were speeding off toward the downed fighter - each carrying an assortment of automatic weaponry.

The Macabee capitalists were greated by a single black vehicle. As they exited the craft, a Colonel within the RAFA exited the black car and simply instructed the men to get inside, telling them they would be departing shortly and needed to get to the far-side of the airport in order to meet their flight to Pyongyang. The Colonel was also armed, having an AK-109 slung across his torso and wearing full, combat attire.

The Macabee clients would be surprised as they were transported away to their next flight. The only reason they didn't fly directly to Pyongyang was because of the dangers of being utterly destroy by the defensive arrays. The Macabee Imperium was on the Relations Level Negative One, and thus it was legal to shoot down their transports if they were not first authorised by the Federative Central Government to enter the Soviet Union. Being transported from Upper Xen (a Relations Level Two ally to the Soviets due to their clandestine trading of chemical weaponry to the communists) would dissolve all suspicion - not to mention that Farik was safer behind the Iron Curtain.