NationStates Jolt Archive

Kravania

In every newly rebuilt city and the newly rebuilt capital, Platonika, the telescreens were everywhere, no single screen was ever out of sight of the Kravanian people and the Kravanian people could never escape the telescreens, which alternated between propaganda broadcasts to the speeches of Father, which lasted up to ten hours sometimes.

Now the telescreens began to show another speech by Father, his now all to familiar image appeared, Father dressed in his black suit, with his all black tie and shirt, only the face of Father showed any colour on the telescreens.

Father now began to announce his latest step in his plans for Kravania:

"Dear Kravanians, dear children.

Our external enemies only ever grow stronger, both stronger in their numbers and their levels of hatred towards our great utopia, a perfect and everlasting great society. But their hatred is only their way of showing their fustrations, for they know that I, Father and the Great Humanist Revolution are a everlasting threat to their corrupt and decadent ways.

The Humanist State of Kravania, under my ever wise guidance, is the hope and the aspiration of every sane and thoughtful person across the globe. It is a well known fact that billions of people across the world, in many different nations and from many different ethnic backgrounds, they all seek my perfect rule, my wise guidance and my embrace of human brotherhood. The people are rising up to claim the glory that is the Great Humanist Revolution, under my vanguard, my wise leadership and my perfection.

The corrupt degenerates of the governments of this world, they fear Kravania and my own greatness, for they see me as a threat to their corrupt ways and their desire to preserve the path of human suffering and the path of human self destruction.

Millions of people in the nations of this world now, by their own very will are taking the cure I made for humankind, Xeroxium. The people of the world see human emoition and emocrime as the ultimate folly, the worst offender. Thus the human race is now marching under the banner of the Great Humanist Revolution and of Father.

The established powers of this world, that rule over their nations in ways most corrupt and illogical, they now wish to destroy us as they cannot win, they have lost and like a animal in a corner, they now lash out and attack.

To futher defend Kravania and our great society, I have given orders for the entire nation to be closed off via the construction of a great wall, to defend our most utopian Kravania from our enemies and the plots of outsiders, those who seek to overturn my greatness and thus your perfect lives and your utopian society.

Every inch of beach and coastline, every inch of our land borders, shall be sealed off with this great wall and today marks the day that the construction of this wall commences.

Let us unite against the sub-human foreign enemy and the counter-revolutionary traitors who dare call themselves Kravanians, let us destroy them and triumph.

The Great Humanist Revolution and my utopian rule can never be overturned and we can never go back to the old ways, ever.

I am the future and I shall embrace you all as I take to along the path of everlasting glory and progress."

Kravania

Up to 10 million government workers and 4 million slaves from the prison camps were put to work on the construction of the Great Wall of Kravania.

The slaves were made up of violaters of the Eternal Laws of Foundation, the laws which established the Humanist State and represent the ideology of the Kravanian regime and of Father. Emocriminals, sex criminals and thought criminals were all executed en masse. However those who violated state approved dress and clothing regulations were given a 25 year sentence of forced labour and re-education, to be transformed from deviants and law breakers to model Humanist followers and citizens.

Huge ditches were caved out to make way for the foundations of the Great Wall.

Upon it's completion, the Great Wall would be over 300 meters thick and 800 meters tall, cutting off ever inch of land and coastline, isolating Kravania from the rest of the world. The Great Wall would be manned by a permanent force of 25 million men, complete with anti-aircraft defence systems, anti-tank/armour systems, machine guns, artillery, naval artillery, mortars, missile launchers, radars and transmitters to block out ALL non-Kravanian TV and radio broadcasts.

Huge and well defended gates would be the only openings on the land borders and heavily guarded ports would be the only access that Kravania would have to the sea, for it's limited trade with the Kraven Corporation (Kravania's only ally and trading partner) and the Kravanian Navy.

Father knew the whole world, minus Kraven, wished to see his totalitarian regime overturned and Father made sure that would never happen.

SR-10A "Blackstar VII"
2nd Strategic Reconnaissance Squadron, CCRAF
250 miles altitude, Low Earth Orbit

"Inform Mission Control that our bird is deployed, Lieutenant."

"Bird" was slang for a satellite, regardless of whether it was for communications, research, or recon. This time, it was a recon satellite.

"Control, this is Blackstar Seven, bird is deployed."
"Roger that, Seven. Authorized to start ops."
"Specialist?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"Where abouts are we located?"
"I'm checking, sir." There was a pause for a moment while the Specialist plotted the location of the spaceplane. "Roughly 250 miles over Kravania, Captain."
"Are we streaming, yet?"
"Yes, sir. Up and running."

The Captain pulled himself by the grab bars located in the cabin over to the Specialist's work station. It was a major departure from the RB-70 he had only recently been assigned to. Now flying on the SR-10, he would have to get used to the lack of gravity during much of its intended flight.

"What the..., what are they doing?"
"Well, it would appear that they are building some sort of wall along their border."
"Control, are you seeing the same thing?"
"Roger that, Seven."

Kravanian Airspace
200,000 feet altitude
0124 Local Time

The cockpit of the Aurora-class reconnaissance aircraft was dark and cramped, lit only by the glow of red from the electronics. The aircraft had flown many thousands of miles at hypersonic speeds, well above Mach 6, covering the distance in a few hours. At such altitude and speed, the aircraft's maneuverability was negligible and it could not be fitted with conventional weaponry, but it was at the same time impervious to SAMs from the ground or attack from interceptor aircraft -- essential attributes for a reconnaissance aircraft to have. The two men piloting the technological marvel spoke to each other in terse sentences.

The pilot spoke first. "We'll be over the target in five."

"Preparing to deploy pod."

"Decelerating..."

"All systems go."

"Green light to engage." The pilot chuckled.

"Roger that," the co-pilot replied, allowing a hint of amusement in his voice for just a moment.

The pilot became serious again. "Deceleration complete."

"Deploying the pod...pod deployed."

Outside the aircraft, an oblong pod crammed with myriad imaging devices and sensors locked into position just below the fuselage, attached to pylons in a small internal bay by a short, thick spar. Two hundred thousand feet below, the Humanist State of Kravania was virtually pitch-black in the night, an eerie sight in a country so large. The aircraft only loitered over Kravanian airspace for a matter of minutes, but that was time enough for the pod to record a whole host of data. Decelerating to merely supersonic speeds, the pilot pulled the Aurora around in a wide turn and brought the aircraft around for another pass of the country. After passing over Kravania for the second time, the two pilots spoke again.

"OK, let's bring 'er in."

"Roger that," the co-pilot replied. "Retracting pod now..." A few seconds passed, then the co-pilot spoke up. "Pod's inside."

"Then let's get the hell out of Dodge," the pilot replied.

He increased the aircraft's thrust back up to hypersonic speeds and put them on a course that would bring them back to Walker Air Force Base just outside of Baghdad in Saharistan. An HCIA team would be waiting to pore over the data upon their arrival, to see if they could learn more about this strange and possibly dangerous nation.