Fascist Confederacy
25-02-2006, 23:49
(OOC: Basically, this is the entire re-organizing of the Soviet state, the revealing of the CPSU’s true goals, and the creation of a new country (Laurasia) in the wake of the self-coup d’etat by the Party. It is set between February 24th and February 28th (respectively) on NS. Feel free to comment, open relations with Laurasia, etc. However, no declarations of war, invasions, attacks, etc. This is part of a well planned string of roleplays beginning. If you wish to discuss something further, please contact me via MSN Messenger.)
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Moscow Kremlin
Moscow, RSFSR, USSR
10:10 AM Local Time
”Where is Troskin?” spat Cmsr. Isov of the Social Security Commissariat. Isov was particularly critical of Troskin’s regime and believed him to be disloyal to CPSU doctrine and detrimental to the integrity of the Soviet Union. Oh how wrong he would learn he was.
”He’ll be here shortly,” snickered Gen. Sect. Pacitania, his eyes darting to the door like a sly jaguar waiting for prey. He knew something, the whole of the Politburo knew it, but wouldn’t dare utter a dissenting plea.
Troskin had never been late for a Politburo meeting before. It was strange for it to have ever occurred considering the importance of such conferences. After all, the Political Bureau and CPSU effectively rule the entirety of the Soviet state. The Supreme Soviet and her subsidiaries were nothing more than rubber stamps and means for the Party to introduce legislature and continue to appear democratic. Nothing more than a well fabricated lie that would soon come crumbling to the feet of the Party.
The door to the lavish meeting hall suddenly flew open. A squad of Presidian Guards slowly marched in their stylized clanking into the room. Where they were, the Premier shortly followed - it was true now as ever. Troskin slowly stepped into the hall, his eyes averting quickly to Pacitania as he sat across the room. Something - a conspiracy - was afoot.
”Gentlemen, gentlemen, I truly am sorry for my tardiness. It will never happen again - I assure you,” he smirked faintly. Without taking his seat, the Premier continued to speak, ”As I’m sure all of you know of the changes the Party has instated over the years. The Theological Ruination Act, Dystorium, and the like. Now, the Party has decided that a new revolutionary change must occur in order for the Prime Directive to be met. Thus, without any further interruptions, I must say my farewell.” Troskin turned and exited as Pacitania and Cmsr Seagrove snuck out while the Commissars were distracted by the Premier’s speech.
The doors were shut by the Presidians after Troskin’s exit. Each elevated their submachine guns to a firing position. The Commissars suddenly learned the truth: they were expendable. They ran quickly in a futile attempt to escpape, banging on one of the two doors within the room only to find it locked. Muzzle flash filled the room as the Guards stepped forward, firing round after round into the backs and faces of the unnecessary components of the State. Vermillion jets and grey tissue spewed from the backs and skulls of the elites as the unit they helped create executed them. The animals slowly began to fall, corpses piling upon corpses as Party Officers and Commissars fell upon one another. Their corrupt fluids mingled and mixed, staining the wooden floor a tainted shade of scarlet. Rivers of escaping liquid ran about the boots of the Presidian Guards as they inspected each corpse, filling them with even more rounds to insure their execution. If they failed in their goals of the total eradication of the ignorant members of the regime, they too would become expendable.
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Streets of Moscow
Moscow, RSFSR, USSR
11:00 AM Local Time
The Red Army was notified the evening before of the change - of the reformation. Their active level was elevated to maximum readiness and mobilization was instated. This morning, in the damp, frigid streets of the capital of one of the most vast nations on the planet, martial law was instated. Soldiers marched up and down the streets.
Soviet citizens began to notice something as they peered from their apartments in utter terror. No longer did the soldiers wear their normal, brown uniforms; the soldiers wore black uniforms (http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/2380/ingsocsalute9na.jpg) and helmets that resembled those of Nazi Germany (only one would expect to be much more advanced and protective). They marched - when not searching house to house for individuals unknown to the citizens - in “goosestep” style, their legs locked allowing their boots to pound against the concrete and tar.
Citizens were dragged from homes: Party members picked out by the ruling elite in order to intimidate the other Party members so they can be molded into the newly created controlling apparatus. Each Party member was bound, gagged, and tossed into the back of massive trucks filled to the brim with other members of the Communist Party. Those who put up too much of a fight were held down and beaten by the military - something the Red Army was good at.
Along with conventional soldiers, Revolutionary Armed Forces Abroad soldiers were seen interrogating random citizens on the street asking for Party Cards and Identification Papers. RAFA soldiers were at times more brutal than those of the normal military. Children and babies were pried from the arms of their mothers as the women were arrested; sons were beaten off of their fathers as they attempted to save them - total, state-sanctioned anarchy.
During this period of chaos, a shortage of Dystorium was present due to the inability of individuals to actually get to the refilling stations around the city (by this point - cities). Thus, individuals became disillusioned and became aware of the oppression they had suffered under. Hordes of angered denizens stormed the Moscow Kremlin, forcing their way into rooms only to kill, maim, and rape relatively innocent secretaries and advisors. Documents were stolen and spread across the world (most notably the releasing of Dystorium documentation to Roach-Busters and Parthia) forcing many to realize the amount of oppression going on behind the Iron Curtain.
Citizens who fell from the false plateau created by the pharmaceutical and rebelled were soon quelled just like any other dissident would have been: shot on sight and buried amongst the tortured, raped, and killed in mass graves outside the city. This was a common sight recently in the Soviet Union. Students from the “suburban” parts of cities would ride by “hills” everyday when riding to their primary education facilities. Yet, what was more terrifying than the hills themselves, was that each day, there were more. Each hill was simply over-flowing mass graves covered in fresh sod - not even adequate to those of the totalitarian regimes of the 1930's and 1940's.
This anarchy, this plague, this reorganization through destruction would rapidly spread across the entirety of the Soviet Union. Defenses were placed under the “Black Shirts” (new military) that were under the direct control of some presently unknown institution. Hundreds were arrested and many executed for “crimes against the doctrine”, espionage, and various subversive acts. Loudspeakers were installed across the cities in cooperation with large television screens that began playing twenty-four hours a day. Catchy slogans such as “Legality is illegal,” “Love thy neighbor; turn him in. It’s called patriotism,” and “We are the law,” began to be displayed and shouted through the loudspeakers. Oppression had reached a new “high” and would only progress in pain.
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Undisclosed Location
Unknown
Approximately Two Weeks Later
Three men sat across from one another - respectively - in the center of the temporary Inner Party Palace. The room was dark and dingy, no light seeped through spare the single lamp dangling precariously above the round table. Plumes of smoke rose from glowing embers in two ashtrays upon the table. Gentlemen obscured from one another’s vision sat in plain chairs in the plain room before the plain table.
”Do you think they ever expected it?” spoke a man.
”They had to have at least suspected,” spoke the gentleman beside him.
”No, they are fools. The entire population of this wretched planet are ignorant - happily ignorant,” spoke the third, isolated man.
”They didn’t know until it was too late. They didn’t know until their mother’s blood was running in the streets
“How’s everything in the frigid-land?”
”Following the plans. Perpetual ‘peace’ will begin to insue.”
”Of course it will. We’re not the fools the international community perceived us to be. We’re not in some backward country or some Third World Hell hole,” the man took a drag from his cigarette, releasing a plume. ”Is cooperating to reaching the Prime Directive going to be obscured by your ‘benefactors’?”
”No.”
”Good.”
“What do you think The Party is going to do with this new acquired power?”
”Abuse it - just as we hoped.”
“So... This regime will have no freedoms, correct?”
”Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. We will make two and four non-existant.”
”Excellent, gentlemen, excellent.”
“So, it is done then. The future of ‘peace’ is coming to pass. Gentlemen, I propose a toast. To The Party!”
”To progress!”
”To the Prime Directive...”
And each man drank, the future of humanity resting in their blood-stained palms...
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http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/8615/laurasia3qn.png
Statement from the Oligarch
Totalitarian Oligarchy of Laurasia
In the past month, so much has come to pass within our country. The Soviet Union and the corrupt policies has been replaced by a new, blinding force in the world. A new force in the international community. A new ridge on the collective brain of planet earth. No longer shall the might of the Soviet dictators sway the geo-political climate of existence like so many children’s toys. The Soviet Union has collapsed, and from its ashes has been created a new society, a new nation: Laurasia.
The Political Bureau has been disposed of by force. The Communist Party has all but been eradicated. The entire State has been reorganized. Laurasia will rise above its former tribulations, and it will become a new powerhouse amongst the nations.
My people have been the holders of my dreams, the strength in my arm, and the motivation behind my actions. Doubters at home have been re-educated to see the righteousness of our actions. With this new insight found by the Laurasian people, the nation seeks allies, relations, and diplomatic ties with other countries.
Embassies, ambassadorial complexes, and treaties are welcome. Any and all nations - regardless of political, economic, and social policies - may apply. Prejudices of the former regime no longer apply. Nations at low standing with the malignant Soviet regime are forgiven.
We hope, that with this re-emergence and the Soviet Reformation, that this nation may once again regain its glory. Laurasia will be a name that conjures images of victory, triumph, and glory. With the help from our allies, we will make this come to pass!
Sincerely,
Father
Representative of the Party and Oligarch of Laurasia
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Moscow Kremlin
Moscow, RSFSR, USSR
10:10 AM Local Time
”Where is Troskin?” spat Cmsr. Isov of the Social Security Commissariat. Isov was particularly critical of Troskin’s regime and believed him to be disloyal to CPSU doctrine and detrimental to the integrity of the Soviet Union. Oh how wrong he would learn he was.
”He’ll be here shortly,” snickered Gen. Sect. Pacitania, his eyes darting to the door like a sly jaguar waiting for prey. He knew something, the whole of the Politburo knew it, but wouldn’t dare utter a dissenting plea.
Troskin had never been late for a Politburo meeting before. It was strange for it to have ever occurred considering the importance of such conferences. After all, the Political Bureau and CPSU effectively rule the entirety of the Soviet state. The Supreme Soviet and her subsidiaries were nothing more than rubber stamps and means for the Party to introduce legislature and continue to appear democratic. Nothing more than a well fabricated lie that would soon come crumbling to the feet of the Party.
The door to the lavish meeting hall suddenly flew open. A squad of Presidian Guards slowly marched in their stylized clanking into the room. Where they were, the Premier shortly followed - it was true now as ever. Troskin slowly stepped into the hall, his eyes averting quickly to Pacitania as he sat across the room. Something - a conspiracy - was afoot.
”Gentlemen, gentlemen, I truly am sorry for my tardiness. It will never happen again - I assure you,” he smirked faintly. Without taking his seat, the Premier continued to speak, ”As I’m sure all of you know of the changes the Party has instated over the years. The Theological Ruination Act, Dystorium, and the like. Now, the Party has decided that a new revolutionary change must occur in order for the Prime Directive to be met. Thus, without any further interruptions, I must say my farewell.” Troskin turned and exited as Pacitania and Cmsr Seagrove snuck out while the Commissars were distracted by the Premier’s speech.
The doors were shut by the Presidians after Troskin’s exit. Each elevated their submachine guns to a firing position. The Commissars suddenly learned the truth: they were expendable. They ran quickly in a futile attempt to escpape, banging on one of the two doors within the room only to find it locked. Muzzle flash filled the room as the Guards stepped forward, firing round after round into the backs and faces of the unnecessary components of the State. Vermillion jets and grey tissue spewed from the backs and skulls of the elites as the unit they helped create executed them. The animals slowly began to fall, corpses piling upon corpses as Party Officers and Commissars fell upon one another. Their corrupt fluids mingled and mixed, staining the wooden floor a tainted shade of scarlet. Rivers of escaping liquid ran about the boots of the Presidian Guards as they inspected each corpse, filling them with even more rounds to insure their execution. If they failed in their goals of the total eradication of the ignorant members of the regime, they too would become expendable.
__________
Streets of Moscow
Moscow, RSFSR, USSR
11:00 AM Local Time
The Red Army was notified the evening before of the change - of the reformation. Their active level was elevated to maximum readiness and mobilization was instated. This morning, in the damp, frigid streets of the capital of one of the most vast nations on the planet, martial law was instated. Soldiers marched up and down the streets.
Soviet citizens began to notice something as they peered from their apartments in utter terror. No longer did the soldiers wear their normal, brown uniforms; the soldiers wore black uniforms (http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/2380/ingsocsalute9na.jpg) and helmets that resembled those of Nazi Germany (only one would expect to be much more advanced and protective). They marched - when not searching house to house for individuals unknown to the citizens - in “goosestep” style, their legs locked allowing their boots to pound against the concrete and tar.
Citizens were dragged from homes: Party members picked out by the ruling elite in order to intimidate the other Party members so they can be molded into the newly created controlling apparatus. Each Party member was bound, gagged, and tossed into the back of massive trucks filled to the brim with other members of the Communist Party. Those who put up too much of a fight were held down and beaten by the military - something the Red Army was good at.
Along with conventional soldiers, Revolutionary Armed Forces Abroad soldiers were seen interrogating random citizens on the street asking for Party Cards and Identification Papers. RAFA soldiers were at times more brutal than those of the normal military. Children and babies were pried from the arms of their mothers as the women were arrested; sons were beaten off of their fathers as they attempted to save them - total, state-sanctioned anarchy.
During this period of chaos, a shortage of Dystorium was present due to the inability of individuals to actually get to the refilling stations around the city (by this point - cities). Thus, individuals became disillusioned and became aware of the oppression they had suffered under. Hordes of angered denizens stormed the Moscow Kremlin, forcing their way into rooms only to kill, maim, and rape relatively innocent secretaries and advisors. Documents were stolen and spread across the world (most notably the releasing of Dystorium documentation to Roach-Busters and Parthia) forcing many to realize the amount of oppression going on behind the Iron Curtain.
Citizens who fell from the false plateau created by the pharmaceutical and rebelled were soon quelled just like any other dissident would have been: shot on sight and buried amongst the tortured, raped, and killed in mass graves outside the city. This was a common sight recently in the Soviet Union. Students from the “suburban” parts of cities would ride by “hills” everyday when riding to their primary education facilities. Yet, what was more terrifying than the hills themselves, was that each day, there were more. Each hill was simply over-flowing mass graves covered in fresh sod - not even adequate to those of the totalitarian regimes of the 1930's and 1940's.
This anarchy, this plague, this reorganization through destruction would rapidly spread across the entirety of the Soviet Union. Defenses were placed under the “Black Shirts” (new military) that were under the direct control of some presently unknown institution. Hundreds were arrested and many executed for “crimes against the doctrine”, espionage, and various subversive acts. Loudspeakers were installed across the cities in cooperation with large television screens that began playing twenty-four hours a day. Catchy slogans such as “Legality is illegal,” “Love thy neighbor; turn him in. It’s called patriotism,” and “We are the law,” began to be displayed and shouted through the loudspeakers. Oppression had reached a new “high” and would only progress in pain.
__________
Undisclosed Location
Unknown
Approximately Two Weeks Later
Three men sat across from one another - respectively - in the center of the temporary Inner Party Palace. The room was dark and dingy, no light seeped through spare the single lamp dangling precariously above the round table. Plumes of smoke rose from glowing embers in two ashtrays upon the table. Gentlemen obscured from one another’s vision sat in plain chairs in the plain room before the plain table.
”Do you think they ever expected it?” spoke a man.
”They had to have at least suspected,” spoke the gentleman beside him.
”No, they are fools. The entire population of this wretched planet are ignorant - happily ignorant,” spoke the third, isolated man.
”They didn’t know until it was too late. They didn’t know until their mother’s blood was running in the streets
“How’s everything in the frigid-land?”
”Following the plans. Perpetual ‘peace’ will begin to insue.”
”Of course it will. We’re not the fools the international community perceived us to be. We’re not in some backward country or some Third World Hell hole,” the man took a drag from his cigarette, releasing a plume. ”Is cooperating to reaching the Prime Directive going to be obscured by your ‘benefactors’?”
”No.”
”Good.”
“What do you think The Party is going to do with this new acquired power?”
”Abuse it - just as we hoped.”
“So... This regime will have no freedoms, correct?”
”Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. We will make two and four non-existant.”
”Excellent, gentlemen, excellent.”
“So, it is done then. The future of ‘peace’ is coming to pass. Gentlemen, I propose a toast. To The Party!”
”To progress!”
”To the Prime Directive...”
And each man drank, the future of humanity resting in their blood-stained palms...
__________
http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/8615/laurasia3qn.png
Statement from the Oligarch
Totalitarian Oligarchy of Laurasia
In the past month, so much has come to pass within our country. The Soviet Union and the corrupt policies has been replaced by a new, blinding force in the world. A new force in the international community. A new ridge on the collective brain of planet earth. No longer shall the might of the Soviet dictators sway the geo-political climate of existence like so many children’s toys. The Soviet Union has collapsed, and from its ashes has been created a new society, a new nation: Laurasia.
The Political Bureau has been disposed of by force. The Communist Party has all but been eradicated. The entire State has been reorganized. Laurasia will rise above its former tribulations, and it will become a new powerhouse amongst the nations.
My people have been the holders of my dreams, the strength in my arm, and the motivation behind my actions. Doubters at home have been re-educated to see the righteousness of our actions. With this new insight found by the Laurasian people, the nation seeks allies, relations, and diplomatic ties with other countries.
Embassies, ambassadorial complexes, and treaties are welcome. Any and all nations - regardless of political, economic, and social policies - may apply. Prejudices of the former regime no longer apply. Nations at low standing with the malignant Soviet regime are forgiven.
We hope, that with this re-emergence and the Soviet Reformation, that this nation may once again regain its glory. Laurasia will be a name that conjures images of victory, triumph, and glory. With the help from our allies, we will make this come to pass!
Sincerely,
Father
Representative of the Party and Oligarch of Laurasia