NationStates Jolt Archive

General Fernando Ortega, commander of the 1st Mountain Brigade until he had been sacked by the rise of the Socialist government from 2003, and for their second term in 2007, was a drisguntled man, and he had been the perfect victim to the new era of generalship's sudden propaganda campaign, recruiting him to their side and preparing him for the eventual revolt of the Spanish Armed Forces, which would put a much more...right wing...government in place. His first mission was in Iran, and he had been put in command over about eight special operation soldiers, all of them falangist, and none of them real military. In fact, he had been sent without Spain knowing, on a private merchant ship which had hid him in its bowels and dropped him in Alexandria, where he had taken a long car ride to Tehran. There he had met the rest of his team and prepared for what would be a short talk with the local government, hoping to gain Iranian allegiance to the generalship of Spain, meaning that Iran would continue to supply the Spanish with petroleum, but this time, direct shipping only to royalist ports, if the coup d'etat devolved into something of the sort.

Heliodoro Derodo looked at Ortegan for a minute, and then looked back down at the paper in his hands, and asked again, "What do I do?"

Ortega sighed, looked away for a second, and then replied, "Take this to a man called Ahmad Uthmaan. He is a prominent worker in the Iranian government and has access to its highest leaders - I met him during my pass in Tripoli." Ortega, again, showed him the picture of the man and then continued, "He will be in a restaurant named Al-Andalus and you will see him seated in a table. I have intelligence that he is there every day at the same hour. You will walk up to him and leave him the paper, and then walk away."

Derodo nodded and put the folded message in his pocket. With that he turned around and went on his way, taking a taxi to the destination. The city was cluttered at this time of the day, and cars buzzed back and forth, while others, too poor to afford vehicles, walked, some even barefoot. Heliodoro thought it was all rather outlandish, as you never saw such a thing in Spain, and if you did, it was only the beggars and 'Moors'. The car approached its stop and Derodo left the driver a hefty tip and then stepped out. The restaurant was just in front of him, and he saw the man he had seen in the photograph. Walking inside he made his way to the table, and saw men seated at other tables begin to eye him suspiciously. Probably guards, he thought to himself. Leaving the folded message in front of Ahmad Uthmaan he walked away, and never looked back.

The message would read, "Al-Andalus, 1400, 29th. Oil, trade and revolution."

Derodo walked out and began to walk to an alley where he would cut across to the next street, where he would get a taxi. But he hadn't the chance. A black SUV screeched to a halt next to him, and two strong white men exited and pulled Derodo in. With that, the SUV drove off, as Uthmaan looked through the crystalline window, the paper opened on his palm.

What a day…Uthmaan, being in the position he was at the foreign ministry, got stuck with work every time some issue or another arose with a foreign nation, and today was one of those times. He had spent most of the day trying to explain to subordinates what they were supposed to explain to representatives from Sukhoi why there order had been cut in half but his subordinates never seemed to get what he was saying just adding to his stress. Where the hell is my coffee? Uthmaan looked up from his food to find the waitress when Derodo walked in. He stuck out, white men weren’t common in Iran, albeit the ones that were, were usually in Tehran. Uthmaan’s guards started rising but before they could get up and out of their seats Derodo had already dropped off his message and Uthmaan waved them down. Fucking useless guards…revolution? “Haffez get my car, we must go, now.” The waitress brought Uthmaan his coffee just as he started leaving, but instead of taking it Uthmaan shoved her out of the way and quickly made his way to his car.

Ortega arrived at An-Andalus exactly at the time he had specified, and as he opened the door to the restaurant he looked around. He wasn't stupid, and he was part of this filthy game as well, and he could see all of Uthmaan's guards peering at him through newspapers and other attemptes to appear clandestine. He looked at himself through a glass and he could tell he really stood out. His hands were covered in brilliant white gloves, and he wore his military garb, sticking out like an apple in a orange orchard. But he didn't care - he knew that as long as he was with Uthmaan he was protected. He saw the man sitting one of the rear tables and he trotted over and stuck out his hand. Uthmaan looked up and completed the handshake, and then took a sip from his coffee. Ortega sat down and looked his comrade up and down and said, "You know of a Spanish trade deal that has just gone down with your country, correct?"

The other man didn't have to say anything. He just nodded, and General Ortega went on, "Spain is about to endure yet another revolution. We are to complete the deed with Tejero and Milan del Bosch had never been able to complete in '81 - we are going to overthrown the socialists once and for all. Now, you ask why am I telling you this." He took a deep breath. "I am here to offer Iran a deal it cannot refuse."

The other man put down his coffee, allowing Ortega to speak freely, "The armarmament transfer will begin as planned, and the recently denied request to train Iranian troops and complete a refurbishment of Iranian industry will be reprocessed and accepted. We have much plans to continue the build up of Spanish armies, although they will never, at least in the near future, rise to the numbers that our neighbors hold. Nevertheless, Spain will no longer be non-belligerent. In other words, we, the generals of Spain, believe that a cooperating Iranian-Spanish industrial growth project will be mutually beneficial, and both countries can re-arm at will."

Uthmaan looked at Ortega and said, "And what do you want from me?"

Ortega said, "Your oil."

[OOC: I robbed your character a bit to keep the flow.]

Uthmaan felt like his head had been hit with a brick, it was swirling with all that Ortega had said. When Uthmaan had orginally read the message and delivered it to his superiors the first thought that had come to their heads was that a revolution was in the making in Iran, the possibility of a Spanish revolt had never even crossed their minds. He had to take a second to word what came out next corectly, he didn't need to commmit Iran down to the hilt to something that he wasn't to sure would work, if it even had a chance to go off.

"Oil? Not even two weeks ago we just signed an agreement with the Spanish...nation...that iran would keep oil flowing to the Spanish people. Now of course Iran would not go back on its agreement and Iranian oil will continue to flow into Spain's ports, even if some sort of civil disturbance were to break out in Spain. It is not our bussiness who controls the ports, as long as the oil reaches Spain we've held up our end of the agreement."

"Now of course we can choose which ports will be recieving oil, and which ones will be off limits."

Uthmaan was not ready to throw Iran behind a faction just yet, he really didn't care who ruled Spain, as long as their weapons and money kept flowing into Iran.

Ortega looked away and thought for a second. He had not expected such a merciless reply. A waitress approached the table and he ordered a dark coffee, and then he turned his attention back to Uthmaan, "Well yes, of course. Should the coup d'etat be successful Spain will undergo a massive industrial revolution, dotting Cataluña, El País Vasco, Castilla la Mancha, Andalucia and, finally, Castille y Leon with heavy industrial polygons, increase Spanish industrial productivity by almost 400%. This 'revolution' would take place over a timespan of around five to six years, perhaps spilling into seven. What we are proposing is that Iran unilaterally agree to an alliance with the generalship, and royalty, of Spain, promising that should the coup turn into full fledge war Iran will ship its petroluem to royalist ports, not republican ports."

He stopped as the waitress came back to give him his coffee, and he thanked her, as she turned away. When she was sufficiently far away he went on, "In other words, the armament of Iran would move at a much faster pace, since the King would not be as hindered to accept armament deals abroad."

He could tell his Arab counterpart was doubtful, and he did not blame the man. Just twenty-five years ago Tejero and del Bosch had attempted a full scale coup d'etat against the forming Spanish democracy, and it had been terribly squashed by the Spanish population, and by the generalship's lack of response. However, if all went according to plan this time, the military would squash the popular consent.

Uthmaan took a bite out of his falafel that had been waiting for him, using it as an excuse to think about what had just been said. "I'll see to it that you get the support you need, if you can get ahold of a port we will ship exclusively to you, although I do not like this timetable you have presented me.' Uthmaan paused for a second, the Ayatollah had given him a lot of leeway but not as much as he needed. "Could this timetable be speeded up if Iran, were to perhaps ship other materials to your ports, some of the new weaponry Spain has supplied us might not be up to par and might need to be sent back to be replaced."

General Ortega was confuzed about this latter statement. Not up to par, he thought to himself. What could the Iranian be thinking of? He replied instantenously, "If, and whenever, a better replacement to the Leopard 2E was to be suggested, the transfer of Leopard 2Es to the Iranian government would cease immediately, and in its stead, the new tank would be produced and transferred. But, for the most part, any and all equipment Spain sends to Iran, at least in the forms of Leopards and Typhoons, are some of the best equipment you could find in the world. Except, of course, if the Americans or British offer you their equivalents, although, even then, I would give points to the Leopard 2E to be superior to both, especially against the foes you will be facing. Nevertheless, I will leave this arguments to our respective technicians."

He answered the more imperative question, "The port will be captured. Do not worry. As for the industrial 'revolution'. It would all depend on how much manpower and money your country could spare. In Spain, unfortunately, the conservative figure is five to six years...for we have other... projects... pending all the while. For Iran, I don't know how long it could take, although the two would grow hand in hand. If enough money was poured in, perhaps four years. It would depend on too many factors."

He said one more thing, "But I assure you that Iran would be more pleased with a royal government, as opposed to the socialism that exists now, especially when it comes to Middle East politics, the United States, and Israel." He hoped this would sparkle more interest. To put the final touches he said, "Nuclear power has always interested Spain as well."

Uthmaan chuckled for a second before answering the Spaniard."I think you misunderstood me, I will rephrase what I said. Iran can see to it that various weapon systems delivered by Spain have certain "malfucntions" that require them to be shipped back to Spain. The shipment of "malfunctioned" weapons will most likely be going into the same ports, same royalists ports as the oil. I'm sure the Royalists wouldn't mind some up to date Spanish armor.

"As for industrialization, Iran is not as advanced as Spain, and probaly will not reach your level for a while to come but we are willing to pour in large amount of manpower and money to see that it gets started.

What came out next stopped Uthmaan dead. Nuclear power...you are probaly well aware what came of our last attempts at nuclear power, and how hungry our leadership is to finally get it. But that is something to discuss another time."

Ortega felt an idiot, but he made nothing of it. He simply said, "Don't worry about that. The Republic will have no armour to speak of at the beginning of the war - the generals that control the cavalry division and the mechanized divisions are fully able to sieze all mechanization and use it against Madrid. Which, of course, is one of the many reasons why we believe this will only take a few days to complete." He looked at his watch, and then back to Uthmaan, "And industrialization, of course. But we must speak of this matter another time, I must leave, it has almost been ten minutes." With that, he got up and left, but not before he could say, "I'll have to invite you to breakfast sometime to make up for what you have paid for here." In all reality, Uthmaan would probably never see Ortega again.

The Spanish general made his way briskly down Tehran and he saw a black SUV - the same one from the day before - and he walked over to it and opened the door. It was full of Spanish operatives and he smiled, seated himself, and closed the door behind him. His first mission in Iran was successful, and Madrid, at least royalist Madrid, would have all the information they required on said mission. Nobody would expect Ortega to come with such good news, but he was going to, and tomorrow the world would be a much different place.

[OOC: Alright, I'm going to turn this thread into the thread for the coup.]

Madrid, Comunidad de Madrid
The tanks rumbled through Getafe at three in the morning, waking up entire neighborhoods, who's people looked outside their balconies and then quickly popped their heads back into their house. Images of February 21st, 1981, must have raced through their mind as they saw the columns of Leopards lathargically making their way towards Leganés, another barrio of Madrid. Most of the armour was taking the subterranean highways that sorrounded Madrid, a socialist project begun in 2004, and one of the only the projects which nationalists and liberalists alike agreed on the value of. The 2nd Cavalry Brigade, 'Castillejos', made it to Leganés quickly and then proceeded onto Alcorcón, a very ugly part of the city of Madrid, and each time they passed through a station belonging to the guardia civil they would neutralize it, less the guardia civil allied itself to the Republic, which most certainly it would. Soon enough the tanks were in Madrid proper, and had neutralized most of the suburbs south of the city. Nonetheless, the real objective lay before them, Las Cortes. The soldiers which guarded the embassies and the general staff building had already been busy securing important points, including markets, telecommunication centers, and vital industrial locations, ensuring that even if things went awry in Madrid, the generals would still keep a good portion of what was utterly necessary for the Republic to survive. But, as things went now, it did not seem the socialist government had much of a chance. By four in the morning 'Castillejos' had Madrid under its thumb, and with Madrid, the entire government, from all parties, keeping them under intense watch. Madrid, in other words, had been fully neutralized. Or, at least they thought so.

In el palacio de la Zarzuela, north of Madrid, in the mounts of El Pardo, the royal family hustled around, packing what they could and preparing their modes of transportation. King Juan Carlos I was estatic, looking around and yelling, "¿Donde está mi hijo?" Phillip was nowhere to be seen, and within minutes it was acknowledged that he was not in the palace, and neither was his wife or his son. The King continued to rave but he was persuaded by Queen Sofía to just leave their son to his own machinations, and the royal family was bounded to road, heading south to Toledo where hopefully he could make his televized speech to the people of Spain and organize some sort of recuperation operation which could resecure Madrid. The entire trip Juan Carlos raved, "Do they think that they can repeat wat Tejero failed? Fools."

General Carlos Hernandez looked around from his position, in one of the many cells of La Torre de Picasso. He hummed to himself as he looked throughout the city. He saw nothing to rest his eyes on, and so he looked away, putting the binoculars down. He took a radio near him which was datalinked to one of many Spanish communication satellites which orbited around the Earth, and he said, softly, "Madrid es neustra." Madrid is ours. He took his stuff and quickly made his way to the elevator, which he would take to get back to his armour. By midday the brigade had left towards Toledo, and a light infantry company had been left in charge in Madrid, keeping the politicians in their pen, and putting up what would be a very unstiff resistance if somebody started to fight back. But nobody expected that, and by four in the afternoon a light infantry regiment would replace the company, which would in turn sent north to Bilbao to occupy a few key villages around that city.

Sevilla, Andalucía
While the events in Madrid unfolded, the 1st Mechanized Division, 'Brunete', was already entering the outskirts of Sevilla in their French and German designed armoured personnel carriers, and Spanish trucks, which unfortunately had just been bought out by an Italian company [Ebro trucks]. However, things in Sevilla had not gone as smoothly - in fact, the city had been warned about the column advancing, at that time, through Leganés, and had prepared some sort of ad hoc defensive formation in Sevilla in case the military tried something in here. Unfortunately, it was simply not enough men to defend throughout all the strategic locations in southern Andalucía, and especially Cadiz, which was just as necessary for the cause as Sevilla. Lead elements of the defense had deployed just north of Sevilla, in a large town called La Algaba, where they would carry out some sort of defense against the quickly moving 'Brunete' division. Arturo Vidal, a policeman chosen as an anti-tank crewman was carrying his Milan missile launcher, putting it between two buildings and propping it on an ad hoc tripod. He was positioned just over one of the main entrances, so it would be rather perfect. He could see the APCs coming in from about two kilometers distance, and so he prepared himself, although the formations were upon him before he could think twice. Squinting through the computerized sights he launched a single Milan into the side armour of a French manufactured APC, cracking through the appliqué armour and sending the crew and what it carried to hell.

Snapping the tripod he put that in his leg handle and folded up several parts of the launcher, putting that on his back, and then he rushed to another position. But before he could take two steps a 7.92mm round was lodged into his brain at high velocities, although it failed to thoroughly penetrate his entire head. Vidal was the first victim of this coup d'etat. Sporadic gunfire continued in the village for about ten minutes, but in the end the lead elements of the Sevillan defense had been either crushed, or had fled or surrendered. Dacio Bienta was placed with a light machinegun in the center of the town, and as the mechanized infantry entered his location to neutralize the social downtown of La Algaba, he opened fire, mowing at least four down. He finally was pinned down by a cannon on one of the transports, killed a few seconds later by two bullets to his neck. With that said and done, the resistance in the town was finished, and the road to Sevilla was opened. General Victor Fieranova walked through the town at leisure, his command vehicle behind him, and barked, "Onwards to Sevilla!"

However, the division didn't have much time to keep up the movement, as a courier arrived and delivered Fieranova Sevilla's surrender. With that, two companies of mechanized infantry were deployed in Sevilla, and the rest of the division headed towards Cadiz, which had already been heavilly shelled by naval forces which had declared allegiance to the generals in the morning. By four in the afternoon Andalucía was more or less a general's state, as was Madrid, and as was Castilla la Mancha, Extremadura, Castilla y León, Murcia and Cantabría. But soon would begin the real hardships - what would make this coup more than a day long. This would be the neutraliation of El País Vasco, Galicia, Asturias, Navarra, Cataluña and Valencia, and finally, Aragón. These states were the ones who truly believed in autonomy, and who had the most fanatic populations - they would be the most difficult to completely assimilate into a royal state, but it would be done.

In Toledo Juan Carlos I had been intercepted by a rapid mechanized force, avoiding Madrid, and he had been promptly arrested and sent back to the capital city. Toledo would fall a few hours later. In his luxurious prison, or the royal palace in Madrid, he would soon learn that his son, Prince of Asturias Phillip, had turned a royalist, and knowing that his father would not follow a coup, poised himself to take the thrown for himself, as Phillip VI. By the next morning Juan Carlos I and his wife had died of 'natural causes', or more accurately, poison delivered through their food which had blocked the transfer of NADP+ to their cells, meaning that their cells had begun to lactate, and with the loss of more ATP the body had begun to fail. They were both dead within around two minutes. To all that mattered, the coup had been successful. Resistance would have to come through the autonomous communities, and even if that worked, it was doubted that the autonomous would help bring back to the socialist government, unless some promises were made. For all that mattered, Phillip VI would soon be the sovereign of Spain, King of Jerusalem, Duke of Lebanon, complemented by a host of other rubbish titles that meant little. But nevertheless, Spain once again was a pure Bourbon kingdom.

[ooc: is that the whole coup?]

France is confused by the actions south of the border and ponders what the Spanish royalty intends to do with their desires to maintain power in their state.

[OOC: No, I'm going to have one or more more posts detailing the fighting in different autonomous communities, soon to be renamed provences. Perhaps one post per provence, although I doubt it'll get that detailed. There's going to be nothing major in terms of international warfare, and in the end this thread will also detail industrial growth, a slight increase in the armed forces, and perhaps a joint project between nations that I make friendly relations with at some point in the future - in other words, a new tank and probably a new assault rifle and variants to get rid of German influence in the Spanish army, just in case Germany one day feels that Spanish right wing politics is not for it. But this is in the future.]


Phillip, still waiting for his crown, which would come in around a week or two, once the fighting subsided, peered at the French message sent through satellite databurst to Madrid, which was by now fully in royalist hands. He put the message aside and thought about the day's events, and thought about his father, now sitting in prison, and scheduled for execution tomorrow. He wept inside of him, but he knew this was what Spain needed - a strong right wing government. He wondered why the generals had chosen him, and he knew it had been risky for them to even approach him, but now he understood. He was young, and young men were filled with hopeless dreams - it was just coincidence that Phillip's dreams and the general's opinions coincided. To that extent, Phillip was the perfect candidate. But it worried him not, because now that he was in power he was the head man in the country, and not even the generals could change this. So, with this new feeling of strength he prepared a message to Paris. The French had been sending message, along with a long list of other nations, attempting to decipher the happenings south of the border. In fact, nothing of the sort had been felt in western Europe since 1981. But Phillip wrote.

Communiqué to Paris
We understand any confusion you may have towards the situation developing in Spain, and I feel I must reassure you that the violence will end by tomorrow. That is a promise. The socialist government of Spain has been ousted by a coup d'etat, generated by the generals of Spain, and Spanish armies are converging on what are the final pockets of resistance, the independent minded communities to the north. That said, Spain has no ill intentions towards France and I would like to take this opportunity to further relations between the two nations, and I would like to state that there are more similarities between us two than there were before. Once again, there is little to worry about. Nothing will spill over the border.

[signed]Felipe, Príncipe de Asturias

With that done he prepared to send out more messages to other worried nations around the world, knowing that something like such in a nation with the eigth strongest economy in the world would bring much attention. He would have to try to keep foreign intervention at its mininum, and instead of facing possible international trade block manuevers, he would have to try to open more business, showing that the royalty was stronger and a much better government in general than the socialist.

Pío Sertán looked at his watch as he walked away from his beat up car. Looking at the streets around him he picked up his pace while humming to himself. He could already hear the the sound of Pizarro Infantry Fighting Vehicle turning the corner and he began to trot away. He was late, very late. He reached into his jacket's side pocket and revealed a silver cell phone. It was petite and very charming, obviously a late model mobil, and he turned the corner on the next street. A sharp crack was heard as the IFV hit a motion sensor near the car, which based its reaction off surface area, and the idea that the next big thing that wold come by it would be that IFV, not a regular car. Without thinking twice Sertán dialed a number and the next thing anybody heard was a huge explosion, sending a wave of dust throughout the street and adjacent boulevards, and through the alley ways, putting a lot of pressure on the buildings around it, and shattering not just a few windows. As if nothing had happened Sertán continued to walk away, but he did not get far. Two soldiers in a jeep drove up to him and ordered him to stop. He did as he was told, not wanting to get into anymore trouble. One of the soldiers looked sideways at his comrade and then down at Pío, asking, "Why did you get out of that car?"

Nothing rushed through Pío at that moment - no emotion, not even fear. He replied, "Jódete cabrón."

The soldier laughed, took out a pistol, and put a bullet through Pío's man. He turned to his friend, chuckeled, and said, "Gillipollas."

The entire country was successfully in the hands of Phillip, now understood, recognized and respected as Phillip VI, as his father was dead of 'natural entropy', and the socialist government had been ousted and executed. The only thing left were the seperatist, and a new growth of socialist and communist youth organizations - most of them underground. Pío Sertán's attack had just been one of many in the last three weeks, and symbolized a renewed effort by ETA to disbalance the central government, especially because the new administration symbolized a return to fascist politics, which meant the brutal suppression of all separatist movements - the destruction of the Asturian Rebellion in the 1920's was a testament to these politics, and no independence minded person could put up with yet another regime. And so the resistance to Phillip VI was rather tenacious, although all fully trusted the military in squashing the ad hoc rebellion. Indeed, while about eight soldiers had died, with thousands of Euros spent fixing damaged equipment, over sixty ETA operatist had been arrested, while hundreds had been killed in brutal raids - or at least, they were thought to be ETA operatives, or more accurately, Etarras. Any disfavour in the new administration's reasonings was suppressed by threats, and it seemed that Phillip would go through any means necessary to come to a peaceful end - and by peaceful end, he required his authority in all matters.

All the progressive minded individual, Phillip VI had already released information on a project which the Kingdom of Spain would embark, including a seven year planned industrial buildup throughout northern Spain, and a few industrial polygons in Andalucia, and Extremadura, as well as a military expansion program which would add yet another armoured division to the batch, and a fourth mechanized division, as well as yet another mountain brigade. The Spanish quasi-allegiance with Iran was also released on the news, which raised a few eyebrows throughout Europe. Of course, Phillip passed it on as an attempt to westernize the country, much like France had to in Iraq, although that plan was foiled by the Israeli bombardment of the Iraqi nuclear reactor. Nevertheless, it seemed Phillip VI would be ready to embark on an ambitious campaign of what could generally be understood as military expansion, and giving the Kingdom the ability to feed, supply and arm said expansion - all of this, without major dependencies on nations such as France, Germany and even the United States. It would take some time, as even the military expansion was not expected to be completed for yet another five years, but in the end, it would make Spain one of the strongest nations in Western Europe, and if all went well, the major power in North Africa. What's more, Madrid began to eye Lisbon with a tinge of viciousness.

The new Kingdom was truly expanding its roots to true branches...