Truitt
04-04-2006, 00:47
Roma, Italia
The city was beautiful, at least, as beautiful as a city could be, with colorful storefronts and high rises for both government and buisness owners. It was abuzz, as usual, in the mid-day sun of February. A cool air swept across this buzzing metropolitian, cooling some faces, but chilling others'.
Nearly a month and a week had passed since the Corsican Seperation, and half a month had passed since West Africa fell to the Italian's control once again, for the fifth time in history. This victory was of no importance to the general Italian or Libyan-Tunisian, as Africa below Libya in general was seen as inferier, useless, and worthless. Poverty, blacks, and coups, that was all that Africa was taken as, except for modernized Libya-Tunisia.
However, something did outrage the Italian population in general, and that was Corsica. It had declared indepndance from the Autocracy not in a modern and realilistic matter, but by aiming a rifle at the face of an Italian delegate to the territory and displayed it on television. It was simpley unhumane, as it was not censored and showed the actual shot.
Corsica and the French Italians (commonly refered to as "Casces") were what made Italy ashamed of itself. As Canada looked to Quebec, France to Rhineland, and Israel to Gaza, it was their radical, their disgrace, their unwanted counterpart.
Calling not for Italian Reform, but a Martial Law of Corsica was called by many Italian Senate Members, with their populous backing them.
In this cool buzzing city rested the Doge, a mysterious man, known for his rythmatic speeches and moderate views of the political spectrum, he was loved by all, except by the Casces and Afrikaans. "My friends, it is time. Deploy the First, we will have the entire fleet deploy around Corsica. Heavily arm up the Northern Coastline other than any other part, I don't want France to attempt any funny buisness, I want to keep peace in Europe and it will not happen if the French are given a chance at supporting this pro-French revolution." Ordered out the Doge as militant leaders in a secretive dramatic room nodded and went their ways, as in they did in many movies. As dramatic as most, one stayed, a lone man with so many decorations on his chest that it would blind any man on Earth.
"My Doge," Began the man respectively nodding his head, "I wish to ask you of permission, to assault the capital of the make-shift Corsican State. If we carry out a sucessful strike, than Corsica's entire revolt within the government itself would crumble, Corsican Guard that is seperatist would fall, and seperatist citizens would give up." The Doge smiled and said "We already have one deployed, the Roma Alo, to be exact." The Guarding Air Squadron, a group of four fighters, two light bombers, and a pair of attack aircraft. It was the highest of all squadrons in the Italian Air Force. "I understand, my Doge." Acnowledged the man as he left, walking backwards into the photothetic darkness fo the room where the doorway was located.
Corsican Waterways
No naval ships, little to no Air Guard with the exception of four, who were engaged guarding the capital, but a load of anti-air systems, souly given to protect from French Air Raids during the Second Great War.
It was protecting all corners of the island. Loyalist Italians tried their best to assault these along the southern ways to allow a Sardinian air attack to demoralize the weak Corsican Government and cause more Loyalists to fight and less Seperatists to rise, but their attempts were in vain. For every sabotaged AA Gun Battery, there were ten more deployed, covering its air space tenfold.
Hoever, its problem was one: It had no economic stockholds, it woudl run out of food, supplies, and what not within a few more weeks. Capitalism allowed for new trading grounds for merchants, but a blockade by the Italians would cause a cease of that.
Corsica was about to plumit itself without little to no fight, however, that was just the begining before the Autocracy would offically crumble its authoritarian ways, but before that, an unfailed doctrine of government, Fascism, was bound to rise. Revolts needed more power to the government, and rising Libyan-Tunisian Nationalism torwards Italy caused a unified nationalist state of Italy, Sardinia, Libya, Slovenia, and Tunisia, all about to be subject to racism, government revolution, and a change in the entire area of influence of the Italian Autocracy.
The city was beautiful, at least, as beautiful as a city could be, with colorful storefronts and high rises for both government and buisness owners. It was abuzz, as usual, in the mid-day sun of February. A cool air swept across this buzzing metropolitian, cooling some faces, but chilling others'.
Nearly a month and a week had passed since the Corsican Seperation, and half a month had passed since West Africa fell to the Italian's control once again, for the fifth time in history. This victory was of no importance to the general Italian or Libyan-Tunisian, as Africa below Libya in general was seen as inferier, useless, and worthless. Poverty, blacks, and coups, that was all that Africa was taken as, except for modernized Libya-Tunisia.
However, something did outrage the Italian population in general, and that was Corsica. It had declared indepndance from the Autocracy not in a modern and realilistic matter, but by aiming a rifle at the face of an Italian delegate to the territory and displayed it on television. It was simpley unhumane, as it was not censored and showed the actual shot.
Corsica and the French Italians (commonly refered to as "Casces") were what made Italy ashamed of itself. As Canada looked to Quebec, France to Rhineland, and Israel to Gaza, it was their radical, their disgrace, their unwanted counterpart.
Calling not for Italian Reform, but a Martial Law of Corsica was called by many Italian Senate Members, with their populous backing them.
In this cool buzzing city rested the Doge, a mysterious man, known for his rythmatic speeches and moderate views of the political spectrum, he was loved by all, except by the Casces and Afrikaans. "My friends, it is time. Deploy the First, we will have the entire fleet deploy around Corsica. Heavily arm up the Northern Coastline other than any other part, I don't want France to attempt any funny buisness, I want to keep peace in Europe and it will not happen if the French are given a chance at supporting this pro-French revolution." Ordered out the Doge as militant leaders in a secretive dramatic room nodded and went their ways, as in they did in many movies. As dramatic as most, one stayed, a lone man with so many decorations on his chest that it would blind any man on Earth.
"My Doge," Began the man respectively nodding his head, "I wish to ask you of permission, to assault the capital of the make-shift Corsican State. If we carry out a sucessful strike, than Corsica's entire revolt within the government itself would crumble, Corsican Guard that is seperatist would fall, and seperatist citizens would give up." The Doge smiled and said "We already have one deployed, the Roma Alo, to be exact." The Guarding Air Squadron, a group of four fighters, two light bombers, and a pair of attack aircraft. It was the highest of all squadrons in the Italian Air Force. "I understand, my Doge." Acnowledged the man as he left, walking backwards into the photothetic darkness fo the room where the doorway was located.
Corsican Waterways
No naval ships, little to no Air Guard with the exception of four, who were engaged guarding the capital, but a load of anti-air systems, souly given to protect from French Air Raids during the Second Great War.
It was protecting all corners of the island. Loyalist Italians tried their best to assault these along the southern ways to allow a Sardinian air attack to demoralize the weak Corsican Government and cause more Loyalists to fight and less Seperatists to rise, but their attempts were in vain. For every sabotaged AA Gun Battery, there were ten more deployed, covering its air space tenfold.
Hoever, its problem was one: It had no economic stockholds, it woudl run out of food, supplies, and what not within a few more weeks. Capitalism allowed for new trading grounds for merchants, but a blockade by the Italians would cause a cease of that.
Corsica was about to plumit itself without little to no fight, however, that was just the begining before the Autocracy would offically crumble its authoritarian ways, but before that, an unfailed doctrine of government, Fascism, was bound to rise. Revolts needed more power to the government, and rising Libyan-Tunisian Nationalism torwards Italy caused a unified nationalist state of Italy, Sardinia, Libya, Slovenia, and Tunisia, all about to be subject to racism, government revolution, and a change in the entire area of influence of the Italian Autocracy.