Aztec National League
01-09-2006, 21:36
OOC: Like the title says, this is an open, modern tech RP. You can either support or oppose me, but do it well. Also, newbies who are sincerely trying to learn the game are welcomed. Most of all have fun!
"Expansion of powers? Meh, I think it all depends who's in office. However, there is one general rule of thumb, if you spread out anything too thin, something's got to give." - President Marcos Tomez, 1997, ruler of the Mexica Union a week before his captitulation and exile by the Aztec Revolutionary Front.
Like two eyes in the dark, the headlights from an oncoming car gave light to what was otherwise a dark night. The familiar whine of the ethanol fired rotary engine was the only thing that accompanied the twenty-seven year old man sitting in the back. Quietly, Quetzalcoatl Nochtli looked outside the window. The night was very dark, one of the darkest in his memory, the moon had vanished, disappearing in its cycle, either being invisible, like tonight, in full out glory, bringing its eerie luminance to the landscape, or anywhere in between. Out there, in the darkness were some of the farms that feed Aztlán and their workers. The new moon gave the “campesinos” a holiday, a rest from the endless toil of a farmer. However, Quetzalcoatl would not share that holiday. Exhaustion is an annoyance, but being exhausted to the point of pain clouds judgments, prevents observations and can put lives in danger. This was something that wasn’t acceptable.
Yet, it was likely this would be the first of many of these nights. Tomorrow would come as a shock to the nation and the world. With the conflict in Panama resolved and it’s forceful re-admittance to Aztlán, it would be surprising that the ANL would take any more ventures. Yet, there was a need to foray into lands unknown. It was only a matter of time before it would resort to this. No one wanted occupation, no one wanted to be imperialistic, but the economy of the nation needed it.
The car turned into a drive way, two soldiers stood by, checked its credentials and let the car in. Slowly, it made its way to the Premier’s residence. Quetzalcoatl thanked the driver and got out of the car, pulled out his bags from the trunk and walked into his house. All was quite in the old adobe. During the revolution, the old house was always noisy, even in the middle of the night. However, what was once a rowdy and infamous hangout for young revolutionary guerillas that only cared about raising hell for their oppressive overlords and messing around with the young, local campesinas had now become the home for his family.
Silently, Quetzalcoatl walked throughout the house. He made his way into the bedroom, finding a dark room and an empty bed…He knew Angelica went to see her family during his absence…but that didn’t make any difference; at least he had the bed to himself…
The next day…
In the chambers of the Tlatocayotl Tlactli
The leader of the Tlatocayotl Tlactl, Jorge Arroyo stood up in front of the 24 member board. The nation was already shocked by the actions taken by the High Soviet Congress – the funding for massive military build-up had already been approved. All the distribution boards and committees had already planned for this and work had begun in the massive building effort for tanks, guns and airplanes. “But what for?” asked many. That was an unfortunate byproduct of the revolution; once the dictatorship before the ANL was overthrown, people stopped questioning things until it was too late.
Sternly, Chairman Arroyo began. “Seeing that debate has concluded, is someone going to move the motion?”
A voice from the hardliner side said in an emphatic but professional tone, [i]“I move the motion.”
Is there a second?” Asked the chair,
Another hand was raised…“Speak to first”
John Kirkland, the hardliner from the Soviet Republican Party, which has long advocated expanding Aztlán stood up and spoke, “It’s about time that we begin the unification of the lands around us. We have tried diplomacy with every nation around there, but yet nothing has come to fruition. We must unify under the socialist banner, and make sure that no power or bourgeois power holder threatens us.”
The chair continued, “Speak to second.”
A member from the ruling party, the Socialist Labor Party, echoed similar sentiments, “We have tried to form a multi-national peace in this region for a long, long time. However, no longer can we wait. We must now create a unified nation from our northern most territories to beyond.”
The chair then began, “The legislation on the table is now up for vote, we are voting on TB-2250, the 2006 Annexation of Alien Lands Act; all those in favor, raise your hands.”
Twenty hands were raised, it was practically done.
“Against?”
Four hands were raised, it was futile effort, but at least the moderates in the Socialist Labor Party could rally their base around this issue.
“Abstain?”
Nothing, “The motion passes, 20 for, 4 against, no abstentions.”
[i]Five minutes later…
Quetzalcoatl Nochtli stood before several cameras, microphones and reporters. Behind them were masses of people. Behind the Premier were red banners and the flag of the ANL and the legislative house itself. The Premier looked obviously tired, dark circles surrounded his eyes. Although his long and thick hair hadn’t begun thinning yet from the stress, there were obvious signs that he was graying.
[i]“People of Aztlán and the world, today we begin an effort to unify the lands around us. For far too long, we have been one of the only organized powers in the Latin American region. Currently, we are the only organized power largely recognized to the world. With this in mind, and with our security of our land, our economy and our people being paramount, we must not stand idly by while the lands to the south of us remain unorganized and ripe for bourgeois manipulation. Today, we shall begin to create one nation where there were many.
I send this as a notice to all nations interested in exploiting these lands, stay out. We will do business with you, we will wage peace with you, but we will not allow the natives or resources of these areas to be exploited. The warlords that control these areas will be brought to their knees, and the rouge capitalists who harm the area will be brought to the people for justice.
I have served in war before, and it has been a tradition for our people that the leader of the nation shall be with our soldiers during operations. As the Huēyi Tlàtoāni, the leader of the Untied Socialist Republic of the Aztec National League, I hereby commit to being on the front lines as one of the commanders for our soldiers. Keeping within our tradition, the Vice Premier, Coyotepec Xoxoctic, shall handle all other duties until my return.”
Looking not at the reporters, but at the people, Quetzalcoatl finished, “The Republic shall be victorious in this endeavor. While we expect little resistance from the bourgeois element in the world, we can not underestimate them. But, regardless of what challenges we face, what enemies we will fight with, the welfare of the people will not be overtaken.”
With the people applauding emphatically and the cameras flashing brilliantly, the Premier saluted his people and turned around. In his mind, he thought, “May this nation not shine brightly like a badge of blood in the night sky.”
"Expansion of powers? Meh, I think it all depends who's in office. However, there is one general rule of thumb, if you spread out anything too thin, something's got to give." - President Marcos Tomez, 1997, ruler of the Mexica Union a week before his captitulation and exile by the Aztec Revolutionary Front.
Like two eyes in the dark, the headlights from an oncoming car gave light to what was otherwise a dark night. The familiar whine of the ethanol fired rotary engine was the only thing that accompanied the twenty-seven year old man sitting in the back. Quietly, Quetzalcoatl Nochtli looked outside the window. The night was very dark, one of the darkest in his memory, the moon had vanished, disappearing in its cycle, either being invisible, like tonight, in full out glory, bringing its eerie luminance to the landscape, or anywhere in between. Out there, in the darkness were some of the farms that feed Aztlán and their workers. The new moon gave the “campesinos” a holiday, a rest from the endless toil of a farmer. However, Quetzalcoatl would not share that holiday. Exhaustion is an annoyance, but being exhausted to the point of pain clouds judgments, prevents observations and can put lives in danger. This was something that wasn’t acceptable.
Yet, it was likely this would be the first of many of these nights. Tomorrow would come as a shock to the nation and the world. With the conflict in Panama resolved and it’s forceful re-admittance to Aztlán, it would be surprising that the ANL would take any more ventures. Yet, there was a need to foray into lands unknown. It was only a matter of time before it would resort to this. No one wanted occupation, no one wanted to be imperialistic, but the economy of the nation needed it.
The car turned into a drive way, two soldiers stood by, checked its credentials and let the car in. Slowly, it made its way to the Premier’s residence. Quetzalcoatl thanked the driver and got out of the car, pulled out his bags from the trunk and walked into his house. All was quite in the old adobe. During the revolution, the old house was always noisy, even in the middle of the night. However, what was once a rowdy and infamous hangout for young revolutionary guerillas that only cared about raising hell for their oppressive overlords and messing around with the young, local campesinas had now become the home for his family.
Silently, Quetzalcoatl walked throughout the house. He made his way into the bedroom, finding a dark room and an empty bed…He knew Angelica went to see her family during his absence…but that didn’t make any difference; at least he had the bed to himself…
The next day…
In the chambers of the Tlatocayotl Tlactli
The leader of the Tlatocayotl Tlactl, Jorge Arroyo stood up in front of the 24 member board. The nation was already shocked by the actions taken by the High Soviet Congress – the funding for massive military build-up had already been approved. All the distribution boards and committees had already planned for this and work had begun in the massive building effort for tanks, guns and airplanes. “But what for?” asked many. That was an unfortunate byproduct of the revolution; once the dictatorship before the ANL was overthrown, people stopped questioning things until it was too late.
Sternly, Chairman Arroyo began. “Seeing that debate has concluded, is someone going to move the motion?”
A voice from the hardliner side said in an emphatic but professional tone, [i]“I move the motion.”
Is there a second?” Asked the chair,
Another hand was raised…“Speak to first”
John Kirkland, the hardliner from the Soviet Republican Party, which has long advocated expanding Aztlán stood up and spoke, “It’s about time that we begin the unification of the lands around us. We have tried diplomacy with every nation around there, but yet nothing has come to fruition. We must unify under the socialist banner, and make sure that no power or bourgeois power holder threatens us.”
The chair continued, “Speak to second.”
A member from the ruling party, the Socialist Labor Party, echoed similar sentiments, “We have tried to form a multi-national peace in this region for a long, long time. However, no longer can we wait. We must now create a unified nation from our northern most territories to beyond.”
The chair then began, “The legislation on the table is now up for vote, we are voting on TB-2250, the 2006 Annexation of Alien Lands Act; all those in favor, raise your hands.”
Twenty hands were raised, it was practically done.
“Against?”
Four hands were raised, it was futile effort, but at least the moderates in the Socialist Labor Party could rally their base around this issue.
“Abstain?”
Nothing, “The motion passes, 20 for, 4 against, no abstentions.”
[i]Five minutes later…
Quetzalcoatl Nochtli stood before several cameras, microphones and reporters. Behind them were masses of people. Behind the Premier were red banners and the flag of the ANL and the legislative house itself. The Premier looked obviously tired, dark circles surrounded his eyes. Although his long and thick hair hadn’t begun thinning yet from the stress, there were obvious signs that he was graying.
[i]“People of Aztlán and the world, today we begin an effort to unify the lands around us. For far too long, we have been one of the only organized powers in the Latin American region. Currently, we are the only organized power largely recognized to the world. With this in mind, and with our security of our land, our economy and our people being paramount, we must not stand idly by while the lands to the south of us remain unorganized and ripe for bourgeois manipulation. Today, we shall begin to create one nation where there were many.
I send this as a notice to all nations interested in exploiting these lands, stay out. We will do business with you, we will wage peace with you, but we will not allow the natives or resources of these areas to be exploited. The warlords that control these areas will be brought to their knees, and the rouge capitalists who harm the area will be brought to the people for justice.
I have served in war before, and it has been a tradition for our people that the leader of the nation shall be with our soldiers during operations. As the Huēyi Tlàtoāni, the leader of the Untied Socialist Republic of the Aztec National League, I hereby commit to being on the front lines as one of the commanders for our soldiers. Keeping within our tradition, the Vice Premier, Coyotepec Xoxoctic, shall handle all other duties until my return.”
Looking not at the reporters, but at the people, Quetzalcoatl finished, “The Republic shall be victorious in this endeavor. While we expect little resistance from the bourgeois element in the world, we can not underestimate them. But, regardless of what challenges we face, what enemies we will fight with, the welfare of the people will not be overtaken.”
With the people applauding emphatically and the cameras flashing brilliantly, the Premier saluted his people and turned around. In his mind, he thought, “May this nation not shine brightly like a badge of blood in the night sky.”