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Kravania

Xeroxium, Xeroxium II, thought scanners, propaganda, telescreens, slavery, torture and death. These were but a few of the methods of Father's hold over Kravania, his way of maintaining absolute power. Yet for all of the oppression, brainwashing, military might and bloodshed, Father could never quell the human spirit into complete surrender, surrender to his totalitarian system, the Great Humanist Revolution, that Father prolcaimed would build mankinds first utopia. The desire of man to be free, to create, to love, to feel, to experience, to celebrate, to mourn, to think, to enjoy pleasure, to interact with free men on mans on terms, none of Father's instruments of oppression nor his totalitarian system could ever crush that.

This was the fault that dwelt at the heart of Father's system, Father knew it and feared it, it was to be his undoing.

Nathaniel Williams sat on the sofa in the living room of his squat in the ruined cities of the old Kravania, the Kravania that existed before Father took power. The ruined old cities were the last relics of the pre-Father era, ruined by the nuclear holocaust Father unleashed upon Kravania's cities during the Humanist Revolution that brought Father and the most extreme totalitarian social experiment the world had seen to Kravania and it's people.

Nathaniel was a outlaw in every sense in Father's Kravania. He had emotions, he never took the dosage of Xeroxium or Xeroxium II, he loved, he had sex, he read books, he listened to music, he made art and he wrote, all of these things, normal in any other nation or society, were illegal and punishable with execution under Father's system.

Nathaniel sat on the sofa, reading Aldous Huxley's novel, The Doors of Perception, occasionally taking breaks to pick up his glass tumbler of Scotch and taking sips of Scotland's finest or puffing away on his joint, which burned away in his hand.

It was like this for another half hour, until Nathaniel's friends arrived and let themselves in and went straight to the living room to greet Nathaniel.

But this was no ordinary meet up of friends and squatters who inhabited the old ruins of Kravania's old cities.

Nathaniel was a political activist and a class struggle social revolutionary, just like the friends of his that had by now sat themselves on the armchairs and sofas in the room. All of them were activists in the Anarcho-Communist Federation of Kravania (ACFK).

The ACFK was made up of around 300,00 free thinking Kravanians. Free thinking was the term used by the ACFK used to any Kravanian who opposed Father and did NOT take Father's drug, Xeroxium and Xeroxium II.

The purpose of the meeting in the living room between Nathaniel and his friends was that very purpose of every other member of the ACFK, starting work on the revolution that was now on the verge of coming to Kravania, a revolution that would sweep away the totalitarian system of Father, capitalism, the state and all other form of oppression, vertical social organisation and tyranny.

Since it's birth, the ACFK had to put it's efforts into just surviving, when it was a much smaller organisation, now it had stabilised and had grown to the point were it a strong force, the only opposition to Father and able to now take action.

Nathaniel: Well nows the time isn't it, what did the other members and cells have to say?

Then John Berkman, the man responsible for informing all ACFK cells and members of the plan for revolt, took a sip of Nathaniel's Scotch and a few hits of his joint, passed it back and then spoke.

John: Well here it is. Certain targets are a must, they have to be blown to rubble for the revolution to have any chance of success. Lets deal with Platonika first, after all its the capital city and the heart of Kravania and Father's regime.

The four main telescreens in Central Square and the statue of Father in the centre of Central Square. Okay they do not actually do anything to directly maintain the regime's power, but they have huge symbolic importance, with them gone, the image of Father's regime as all powerful and above the power of ordinary men and women and of workers will be gone.

We also need to destroy at least 60% of all Xeroxium factories as well, with them out of production, the supply will be breached and people will for the first time in thirty years, begin to feel again. This is vital as freedom is natural to all humans, to feel it is to have it and the whole purpose of Xeroxium in the first place was to make it so that one could not feel and so not be free.

Another target is the Central Communication Command Centre, hey guys lets call it CCCC here, it's too much of a mouthfall. By destroying the CCCC, we will put Father off air by destroying the regimes propaganda network, all of Father's shite speeches and his face will dissapear from the telescreens nationwide. Remember, Kravanians have not seen any TV in thirty years, only one telescreen channel exists in Kravania and out of twenty four hours in every day, twenty hours are devoted to Father talking and with the telescreens going blank from the CCCC being hit, people will know that something is going on, it would give a boost to those Kravanians who in their hearts want freedom, but feel alone, isolated and powerless and so they won't act or take action for freedom alone, they would, however, would once they saw others do it. Propaganda by deed guys.

After those are done, other ACFK members can attack police stations and military bases and the ruling party, the New Humanist Movement's offices.

Other ACFK members will be at border checkpoints to open the gates of the so-called 'Great Wall' that Father, in all his stupidity, built in his delusion of sealing off freedom and the outside world from Kravania. Througout history, state tyrannies have made a point that one of it's sources of power is controlling their 'borders', decided who comes in or goes out, by opening the borders, we can show Kravanians and the world that Father has lost control.

With all of this, an uprising should follow and Father will be swept from his palace and into the courts, be it here or in one of the many countries he attacked.

Then Micheal Tysten, spoke.

Micheal: What, were not going to just shoot the fucker, why send Father to court? Why waste everyone's time, it's not like anyone wants him alive anyways.

John: I don't give a shit if he lives or dies at the end of it, but I just want to know why! Why did he do this to us, was it some crazed social experiment, was it a case of good intentions gone horribly wrong, was it just his own personal insanity or is the fucker just a spiteful **** who likes seeing others suffer. Whatever the reason is, I have suffered under his rule long enough to know that I at least want some answers.

After hours of talking, nearly everyone was tired after all that had been done that day, not to mention the Scotch and joints they had gone through, and called it a night.

First Declaration of the Anarcho-Communist Federation of Kravania

This First Declaration of the Anarcho-Communist Federation of Kravania (ACFK) is addressed to all, both those who are in Kravania and those in the wider world.

Today marks a turning point in history. Today is when the workers, slaves, students, the rejects, the unemployed, the old, the young, men and women, people of all sexualities and the people who suffer at Father's hands rise up and say ENOUGH!

For thirty years, for a reason known only to the man, the tyrant, who calls himself Father, Kravanians have suffered a fate worse than death.

Whilst preserving our status as human beings, Father made us endure, without our own humanity, our general freedom or our access to justice and collective solidarity. Every man and woman has dreams, desires, hope, despairs, friends, loves and emotions, yet Father crushed them and killed us for it. Every man and woman is born free and yet it was not only our wrists that were in chains, but under Father, it was our hearts and minds that were in chains too.

Not no more, when the people say enough and rise up in their noble cause and their brave fight for freedom, we shall prevail.

Now, we, in collective solidarity and under general freedom, shall dismantle all the systems, institutions, ideas and individuals who seek to enslave mankind to their power delusions.

Capitalism, money, private property and the monopoly of resources, the state, the judiciary, the police, the armed forces, the secret police, state sanctioned ideals, oppression, sexism, homophobia, intolerance, bigotry, racism, nationalism, propaganda and slavery;

These are the objects of a time which shall now pass into history and fade in our memories as we take up the banner of human freedom and liberation and begin anew.

OOC: Can I secretly give them stuff?

OOC: Can I secretly give them stuff?

(OOC)

Are you familiar with Father's regime?

The laws, system and methods he uses to control Kravania?

If not, to cut to the chase, it's a copy of Libria, the RL fictional city state in the film Equilibrium, just instead my drug is called Xeroxium as opposed to prozium.

But the rebels will ask for help from nations soon.

Just keep reading the thread, it's still only starting up.

(OOC)

Are you familiar with Father's regime?

The laws, system and methods he uses to control Kravania?

If not, to cut to the chase, it's a copy of Libria, the RL fictional city state in the film Equilibrium, just instead my drug is called Xeroxium as opposed to prozium.

But the rebels will ask for help from nations soon.

Just keep reading the thread, it's still only starting up.

No, Im not, thus, I'll keep reading and probably give them guns and stuff when they decide to strike.

OOC: I'd like to help them, too, when the time's right

OOC: I'm evil so I will pick who ever is evil.

mwhaa.

Official Communique of the Anarcho-Communist Federation of Kravania

This communique is addressed to the international community of nations.

We ask all freedom loving nations and those nations that have made it known, of their opposition to the sadistic and totalitarian rule of Father and his 'Humanist' social system, to aid us in the struggle and the social revolution of the oppressed Kravanian masses.

Many nations have been at a lost about Father's mind control drug, Xeroxium. Many nations have in the past thought of destroying the Xeroxium factories in order to liberate Kravania from Father's oppressive grip. Yet they hesitated as they feared what would happen to the people if they ceased in their dosage of Xeroxium, fear that such a development would have negative side effects on the Kravanian population. The ACFK has many members and activists who were once on Xeroxium, that is until the rebelled and freed their minds from Father and stoped the dosage of Xeroxium. Nothing happened whatsoever. After thirty hours, the effects of Xeroxium go and the individual regains his/her mind and their emotions, they feel again and thus become free.

The ACFK, in the midst of a social revolution and the liberation of the oppressed class of workers in Kravania, urges the assistance of the international community to help us overcome Father and his fascist regime.

Whilst the ACFK is OPPOSED to ANY nation sending in troops inside Kravania, either of a overt or covert nature. Whilst the ACFK is opposed to an invasion of our country and whilst we will oppose any would be imperialists who might decide to use the Kravanian social revolution of the workers and the oppressed for their own ends and objectives, we do welcome genuine help and solidarity.

The ACFK urges the nations of this world to start air strikes against the following targets:

Xeroxium factories
Death camps/extermination centres
Police and secret police buildings
Military bases of all branches of the Kravanian Armed Forces
The New Humanist Movement (NHM) party HQ building and NHM offices across Kravania
The so-called 'Great Wall' that in on our borders that only serves to make all of Kravania one huge prison camp

We only request air strikes against the above targets, diplomatic support and for the freedom loving nations to ensure that would be imperialist nations who use this revolution as an excuse for their own colonialist objectives and ambitions, do not intervene and destroy us.

May we work together is the revolution to liberate Kravania and it's people.

Palace of the Humanist State, Platokina, Kravania

Word by now had spread to all sections of government about the ACFK revolt, the ruling body in Kravania's totalitarian system, the High Council of Eternal Wisdom, was in the Palace of the Humanist State, in an emrgency session.

It was dawn and the sun had just started to shine over the capital city, despite being in the grip of a revolution, the weather was calm and mild, the skies clear and blue, a strange contrast in light of what was occuring below the sky.

For the first time, Father was present at the meeting of the High Council, no longer in telescreen form, but present in flesh and blood.

Father took his seat and so did the other twelve councillors.

Father: Having read the status reports, I can only begin by stating that this is the worst and most unfortunate of situations since the Humanist Revolution and the glorious year of 2014, when our great project for a new society began.

If we fail to act in a way most united and strong, in a way most determined and ruthless, we shall fall, for our doom or salvation rests upon us and our will, our common and collective ability to act and work for the good of the Great Humanist Revolution and Kravania.

Councillor Kaltek: Father, I suggest we first concentrate our efforts in the capital, Platonika. Let us secure the city in it's whole, to deploy the Kravanian Armed Forces and the Kravanian State Police Force (KSPF) on every single street, every public square, every government and party building and at every military and security base. Complete martial law with a most ruthless and bloody response to those subversives and others who stand in our way to restore order.

We must not shy away from shedding the blood of those who would otherwise destroy us. If one emotion, one sense of feeling we were to ever tolerate in Kravania and amongst it's people, it must be fear, absolute terrifying fear.

Councillor DuPont: There is another aspect of this situation that must be considered here Father. The terrorist's second communique was addressed to the international community, a call to arms of the so-called 'freedom loving nations' to initiate air strikes against the Xeroxium factories, our military and police bases and government buildings. This is a deliberate attempt, on the terrorist's behalf to weaken our state structure, to aid the terrorist revolt in weaken us as they, the terrorists grow ever stronger.

At this moment in time, it has yet to happen, however we must deal with this and deal with it now. I urge that the nation be put on a full state of alert and to undergo the protocols of war, whereby a state of siege is declared and that the Humanist State is under attack from both a terrorist revolt and by a coaltion of foreign powers. We have two fronts to deal with and both must be dealt with in equal measure.

Father: I agree with both of you here, Councillors. I demand that the Kravanian Armed Forces be deployed throughout the nation, in every city, town and village, on the borders and all else in between. The ruthless extermination of all Kravanians who are even suspect in their sympathies with the terrorists must be done and if it means shedding the blood of every single Kravanian man, woman and child, so be it.

Let us get to the task at hand and I can only hope we get the salvation we do so need at this moment in time.

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Platonika, Kravania

By 4 PM, door to door searches were being done in every house in Platonika by the police, the KSPF. KSPF officers took many people out of their homes, men, women and children, whole families and shoot them in cold blooded executions in the street, for all to see.

The city was turning into a bloodbath, just as Father had ordered. Screams and yells of people begging to be spared their lives, or that of their loved ones were ignored as KSPF officers fired round after round, pumping bodies of the innocent with bullets and casuing the gutters to drain small rivers of thick red blood.

The Kravanian Army had deployed itself throughout the city, securing all the seats of power and all potential targets that either the ACFK or angry civilians would attack.

The city now resembled a inquisition, of biblical proportions.

Reports, dossier, satellite imagery, and other acoutrement of strategic planning were scattered all over round table in the Central Council chamber in Orphalese. It wasn't often that such decisions had to be made; Sunya was generally effective at maintaining neutrality. But this was a special case. The regime in Kravania was so heinous, so dark, so sinister and antithetical to everything intrinsically valuable to the Sunyan spirit that it had to be eradicated. The news spread all over the country about the Kravanian uprising, about a nation trying to free itself. The latest communique of the ACFK was all over the Web.Every radio station, television broadcast, print media outlet, and indymedia site spoke of the same subject: revolution. Every Free State, Collective, and Combine in Sunya instructed their Council representatives to vote in favor. For them, it was more than aid, it was jihad.

A young lieutenant in his crisp black uniform and jackboots of the United Defense Forces stood before the Central Council, completing his briefing. Syndicate of Initiative specialists and operatives stood behind him, lending their expertise when necessary.

"...a task force can be deployed to reach Kravania and destroy strategic targets in a few days. Given the importance of the drug Xeroxium to the regimes control, it is the opinion of the UDF and the SI that the production facilities for the drug be our first target."

A grey-haired councilman stood to speak; "What is the status of the Kravanian military? How easy will it for the Forces to fly sorties into Kravanian airspace?"

For this, a plain-clothed operative of the SI spoke: "The complete status of the Kravanian military is unknown. Presumably, a great deal of effort is spent on internal control. However, we assume that their air defenses will be quite deadly. We recommend cruise missile assaults on Kravanian air installations combined with air sorties to destroy the Xeroxium production system. Nonetheless, there will be casualties." Mumbling among the Councilpeople, the audience, about the prospect. But Sunyans learned in their own revolutions, anything worth fighting for is worth dying for. The Council voted for action.


The Sunyans make a point of maintaining a large naval force. In fact, most of their military is essentially naval. They don't often invade, and so have no need to maintain a large standing military, and every Free State has their own militia anyway, . Every citizen knows how to defend their land, but very few were soldiers. But the navy is a point of pride, one which is to be brought to bear against Kravanian government.
Steaming in route to help topple the regime, a force of twenty Tiamat class aircraft carriers, each carrying 100 aircraft. Escorting these ships were 48 Kali class missile cruisers, armed with intermediate and short range cruise missiles for use against land and naval targets, 75 Defiant class battle cruisers, a dozen Chiron class submarines, fifteen Icarus class submarines carrying long range cruise missiles, and twenty of the new Beelzebub class stealth missile cruisers, to protect the fleet against air and naval targets.

The fleet steamed towards Kravania, ready to unleash its barrage against land targets in Kravania and, crucially, fly drones into Kravanian airspace to lock down ICBM coordinates that conventional warheads launched from the homeland can aid in the assualt. The fleet set anchor, and the streaks from hundreds of Ragnarok cruise missiles arched out over Kravania, tracking their military targets.
Two-hundred and fifty heavily laden stealth aircraft launched from the Tiamats, and three hundred more drones from the various cruisers, and began their journey into Kravanian airspace. As soon as the first sorties were away, the decks of the carriers prepared to launch the next...

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Al-Qamar, Kahanistan

Air Force Base

Brigadier General Igor Kaselev and a squad of ten elite soldiers stood around a modified B-2 stealth bomber. The soldiers' commander, Captain Mark Connor, asked a question.

"General, what are we doing with this stealth bomber? I thought this was a special ops mission." He put out his joint in the wing of the bomber. "What are we going to bomb? Besides, I'm not a pilot."

Kaselev lowered his head as the pungent smoke wafted toward his nostrils to avoid the deleterious effects of the high-grade Kahanistanian weed. I should hope not. "The bomber will transport you, it is the stealthiest plane we have that has the range and capacity to carry you."

Second Lieutenant Elizabeth Summers raised her hand. "So when we get there, we just drop out of the bomb bay?"

"No," said Kaselev. "You will be inside the bomber, we only use the bomb bay to carry large units of twenty or more personnel. I assure you the conditions will be to your liking."

Sergeant Gregory Yates was sharpening his combat knife on the tarmac. "So how do we get out of Kravania after we've finished the mission?" The mission was to aid the ACFK in committing acts of sabotage and arm rebels. The bomb bays were, in fact, loaded with huge crates of arms, food, supplies, ammunition, fuel, et cetera, et cetera. The capacity of a B-2's bomb bay is over fifty tons.

"You will escape by capturing a Kravanian submarine in the shipyards, and using it to travel to Kahanistan. Failing that, you can capture a Kravanian bomber and use it to return to Kahanistan, but try to ditch it a few hundred kilometers away or our defenses will shoot you down. Then just travel overland into Kahanistan."

"Why are they sending a DAKI team, anyway?" asked Summers. DAKI stood for the Directorate of Anti-Kraven Intelligence, a unit of Kahanistan Military Intelligence.

"We believe that the Kraven attack is related to our hostilities with Kravania, and we hope the rebels can provide us with information regarding Kraven forces."

Kaselev stiffened. "Does anyone have any more questions?"

Silence.

"Very well. Good luck. And, Connor... I hope you are not planning on getting... stoned... in Kravania." While he cared little for flouting Kravanian laws, he did care that his commandoes were not impaired when they went into action.

"No, sir." Connor and his commando team entered the B-2 bomber, which soon after took off for Kravanian space, flying at the ceiling of 15,000 meters at cruising speed, giving the general time to move so as to avoid being vaporized by the exhaust.

OOC: Pardon my etiquette, Kravania, I'm somewhat new at military rp. I see your bump and I'll assume you've read the whole thing. I left that last post open ended in case you wanted to intercept the Sunyan aircraft, so I'll just keep on keepin' on. Please, let me know if I ever take it too far and I'll edit/delete whatever you like.

IC:
The hypersonic Ragnarok missiles were programmed to target anything sending an active radar pulse. Ragnaroks rained from the sky and slammed into military air defense radar, civilian airport radar towers, even meteorological radar stations were not spared. Larger installations would suffer the attacks two, three, sometimes four times, each missile lighting up the night with fire. Those who were not close enough to watch the deadly rain could hear the double thunder claps echo across the stormless sky as the missiles broke the sound barrier. The attack was standard UDF principle: information, stealth, and precision are the keys to victory. Deprive your enemy of his ability to see and you can operate with impunity. Sunya was attempting to claw out the eyes of the regime.

Hundreds of high-altitude drones circled above Kravania, seeking anything that seemed like a radar station, monitoring Kravanian television and radio traffic. Radar stations that were not destroyed in the initial assault soon would be and hundreds of Sunyan aircraft would thunder across the skies of Kravania. Heavily laden bombers with escorts would seek out suspected military air bases, identified through satellite recon. Coordinates were sent back to the fleet and soon the Ragnaroks would fly again, thundering into the suspected hangers, fuel dumps, and command structures while bombers targeted runways and generators. The bases weren't completely destroyed. There was no need to be so thorough, just enough to keep the Father's planes on the ground long enough to cripple the regime. Though many would be destroyed, without runways and fuel, aircraft can't fly.

In the command center of the flagship SNS Tyr, a continuous contact was maintained with the homeland and all telemetry was collected and analyzed. This was where the larger tactical decisions were made. Lieutenant Gil Tolarii looked up from his screen, showing an overlay of the Kravania. Tactical targets were lit up, as much information as was known was given, and it was his job to supply Command with as much information as was needed.

"Lieutenant Tolarii, what is the status of the Regimes' air defenses?", came the authoritative yet gentle voice of Admiral Thaddius Clay, the commander of this particular operation.

Tolarii gave his report crisply, "Regime radar systems are totally inoperational. Telemetry indicates that multiple air bases have been rendered inoperational. Intel is still determining secondary military air defense targets."

The quiet, secretive voice of a Syndicate of Initiative operative spoke to the Admiral, "Given our lack of information about their military capabilities, we may have to settle for the low-hanging fruit for now."

"Agreed," the Admiral bellowed, "Lieutenant, signal the fleet, begin Phase 2 of this operation. Primary targets valid." his voice softened, "And please let me know if intel works out any further air defenses. Send a message to the Central Council: 'Phase 2 underway. Status of Kravanian air defense unknown. Please advise if current intel is know.' It'd be nice to hear from our friends in Kravania about now..."

'Primary targets valid' was all the Admiral really needed to say. All the bombing, Ragnarok missiles, and destruction of air defenses were only so that the Xeroxium facilities could be easily and thoroughly destroyed. The Communique from the Anarchists suggested that if the supply of Xeroxium was destroyed, the Regime would begin to collapse from the inside. The Lieutenant relayed the message throughout the fleet. Distant thunder could be heard as the Ragnaroks streaked out over the pink sky. Tolarii could feel thumps through his seat from the steam catapults that launched aircraft after aircraft from the deck of the Tyr as the first fingers of dawn reached out from the east.

Central Square, Platonika, Kravania

All was calm and peaceful in the centre of the capital, no rioting, no civil disorder, no violence, just like any other day in Humanist Kravania, the only difference was the increased number of police and military patrols on the streets. But despite this, citizens went here and there, living like they always did, obeying the Humanist State and forever under the vision and voice of Father, which still dominated the telescreens with his endless, long and puesdo philosophical speeches.

Father was making yet another speech on the telescreens, this time on the need for a social order and for civic loyalty.

That a society without a singularity of purpose, without a co-ordinated plan for the development of progress and evolution of the society, will conclude itself to it's own demise. That the state, with it's primary purpose of societal organisation has and will further the goals that every member of society, by their own deductive logic and analysis.

Our development so far has been most impressive.........................

Father's speech, seen on all of the telescreens across the nation had just cut off and the telescreens went blank and shut down.

Shocked citizens suddenly stopped and locked around and began talking to each other to try and find out what had just gone wrong. For thirty years, every single Kravanian had only ever seen Father's face whenever they saw a telescreen, now for the first time in thirty years, Father's face had gone.

The Kravanian citizens in Central Square in Platonika not only found the blank telescreens a mystery, but the huge tower of black smoke that had arisen after a huge loud booming noise was heard across the capital city.

The Central Communication Command Centre, the CCC, had just been blown to rubble by the ACFK in a massive car bomb attack. As the CCCC was the nerve centre of the telescreen system across Kravania and the HQ of Father's propaganda machine and now that was gone, the means by which Father's regime communicated to the populace was gone.

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Central Sqaure in the capital city, Platonika. Father's face can be seen on the telescreen to the right, yet the telescreen to the left is cutting out and going offline, as only seconds before, the CCCC was hit by a car bomb attack.

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The CCCC building, in the centre of the picture, which is in the process of being engulfed by the huge blast.

OOC: Any room for another? MT/PMT should be good, I've just hit the PMT stage and am itching to try out my top-of-the-line soldiers... and I'd like to give the government a hand as I am a fascist nation. :)

IC:

Primo Frank smiled as she read the latest reports from Kravania. So, she mused, they're trying the folly of Anarchism. Just like we did. Well, I may as well throw our hat into the ring...

"Get me Military Command," she snapped to the nearest flunky, "and tell Marshal Kazan to have II Corps ready for airlift by the end of the week!"
"At once, Primo!"

An expeditionary force, then. One specialising in counter-insurgency as well as open warfare... perhaps the latest Godhammers as well for some serious hardware.

Official Communique of the High Council of Eternal Wisdom of the Humanist State of Kravania

The High Council of Eternal Wisdom of the Humanist State of Kravania delivers this message to the international community of nations, as the written will and voice of Father.

Our nation, the great utopian society of ever peaceful and ever content human beings that Father, in His everlasting grace and mercy, built is under attack from within.

Terrorists have attacked several locations across the nation and have begun a process whereby they aim to destroy everything that is good and moral, they aim for nothing less than the destruction of Father himself and His utopia, that due to His everlasting compassion, he granted to the Kravanian people.

Father asks for assitance from the international community to aid us in this noble struggle to crush the terrorist revolt and for the everlasting peace of Father's will and order to be restored.

For without Father, the people of Kravania will suffer and will lead a existence of misery and degredation.

Father, the High Council of Eternal Wisdom and the Humanist State of Kravania hope that the nations of this world will see the logic of Father's order and aid us in this noble cause.

OOC: Any room for another? MT/PMT should be good, I've just hit the PMT stage and am itching to try out my top-of-the-line soldiers... and I'd like to give the government a hand as I am a fascist nation.

(OOC)

The thing is, I have got to the stage of wanting Kravania to resemble my own real life political and social views (anarcho-communism).

I do aim for Father's regime to fall, the outcome of this is NOT up for negotiation and I do not want this to be a war thread, it is a revolution thread.

Humanism, the current ruling totalitarian ideology of Kravania is much more extreme than fascism, of any variety. It is a copy of the film, Equilibrium, but even more restrictive than that. I don't know if even a Fascist nation like yours would be tolerant of that, as many other NS fascist nations have opposed Father's regime, due to it's severity.

But regardless, I'll have to decline your offer as it stands.

However, once the anarchist revolution wins in Kravania, I have no problem with interacting with your nation in the future.

Official Clandonian Response

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Message to the Humanist State of Kravania:

Our nation has seen the horrors of anarchism and communism, we are willing to come to your aid. We are prepared to send a number of assets in your defence, send us details of what contributions you require and we will see what we can do.

Central Council Chamber
Orphalese, Anaris Free State, Sunya

The explosion was captured by a UDF drone high above Platonika. A small orange glow in the center of the city flared and then leveled, sending a pillar of smoke across the sky above the city. The shadow cast by the smoke marred the otherwise blemishless face of Platonika. An inset showing the previous television broadcasts dominated by the paternal yet authoritative face of Father, also captured by drones and then transmitted to the fleet, showed only static. Both images hung on a large screen in the Central Council Chamber.

"Everything looks perfect from far away, doesn't it?", mused one of the Councilmen. "If it weren't for the fire, you could believe it was a perfectly happy little city."

An SI operative spoke up, ignoring the comment, "There's a time delay of about 20 minutes. All intelligence indicates that the attack was carried out by the ACFK and was targeted to disrupt regime communications to the populace." Despite the sober atmosphere, the news warmed the hearts of every Sunyan. Two revolutions and three civil wars taught them that freedom and dignity are worth fighting for. It cheered them to see the success of a people seeking to overthrow a totalitarian regime and begin anew. "Such constant communication is one of the ways the Father maintains his grip on Kravania."

"What news from the fleet?" chimed a voice from somewhere...

"The fleet is continuing Phase 2 of the operation. The bombardment of the Xeroxium facilities is underway."

Meanwhile, in distant Kravania, thunder rolled across the clear sky of Platonika. It was daylight now and, having encountered little resistance following its initial assault, the UDF was targeting the Xeroxium facilities so crucial to the regime's control. Those close enough to the facilities could hear the sounds of explosions. Whump, whump whumpwhump whump as the bombs rained. Other facilities too distant or dangerous to reach by manned aircraft were bombarded by Ragnarok cruise missiles. Success was forthcoming, but the Xeroxium production complex was huge and would take some time to completely destroy.

Admiral Clay, back in the command center of the Tyr watched a screen mounted into a wall showing hundreds of symbols representing Sunyan aircraft, drones, and cruise missiles inch across the face of Kravania. To the untrained eye, it looked like chaos. He busied himself with a report of last night's suspected atrocities in Platonika while, outside, a resupply ship was unloading fresh munitions and fuel to the Tyr and others were making their rounds around the fleet. So far, the operation went smoothly.

Why am I so damned nervous about this thing? Admirals kept their doubts to themselves. The burden of command did not allow one to make their uncertainties known to those they commanded. Clay felt that burden acutely this day as the deadly rain continued upon the implements of the Fathers' regime.

(OOC)

The thing is, I have got to the stage of wanting Kravania to resemble my own real life political and social views (anarcho-communism).

I do aim for Father's regime to fall, the outcome of this is NOT up for negotiation and I do not want this to be a war thread, it is a revolution thread.

Humanism, the current ruling totalitarian ideology of Kravania is much more extreme than fascism, of any variety. It is a copy of the film, Equilibrium, but even more restrictive than that. I don't know if even a Fascist nation like yours would be tolerant of that, as many other NS fascist nations have opposed Father's regime, due to it's severity.

But regardless, I'll have to decline your offer as it stands.

However, once the anarchist revolution wins in Kravania, I have no problem with interacting with your nation in the future.


OOC: I'm jazzed as Hell. NS is full of fascists, imperialists, etc and not enough active anarchists.

I happen to be one, but Sunya is only quasi-anarchist. I'm still developing the idea, so pardon me if I talk about it too much, but its a loose confederacy of individual states and collectives. They tend to be anarcho-syndicalists, democratic socialists, or democracies with a kind of workers' capitalism. Three civil wars were fought to unseat authoritarianism, and corporatist capitalism was destroyed in the Second Revolution. There's still tension between the archists and anarchists, so it makes for a complex society, but they remain realistic about their dealings with the outside world and so contribute to the Central Council, the UDF, and the Syndicate of Initiative.

Anyway, there's an idea of the place and people.

(OOC)

The thing is, I have got to the stage of wanting Kravania to resemble my own real life political and social views (anarcho-communism).

I do aim for Father's regime to fall, the outcome of this is NOT up for negotiation and I do not want this to be a war thread, it is a revolution thread.

Humanism, the current ruling totalitarian ideology of Kravania is much more extreme than fascism, of any variety. It is a copy of the film, Equilibrium, but even more restrictive than that. I don't know if even a Fascist nation like yours would be tolerant of that, as many other NS fascist nations have opposed Father's regime, due to it's severity.

But regardless, I'll have to decline your offer as it stands.

However, once the anarchist revolution wins in Kravania, I have no problem with interacting with your nation in the future.

OOC: OK. Speaking as a real-life anarchist myself, any chance my fascist nation can give the rebels a hand instead? It was originally an anarchist nation for 114 years following its creation, and remains heavily anarchist-influenced.

Platonika, Kravania

By now, it had become apparent that it was not only the rebels of the ACFK that had been doing the bombing, as the huge plains of rubble and burnt out ruins in the industrial sector that were once Xeroxium factories now testify to.

The nation of Sunya had attacked the Xeroxium plants with great firepower and had levelled around 40% of all Xeroxium productive capacity in Kravania.

Father's regime was now in serious trouble, not since Father took power thrity years ago had such a crisis occured.

Th regime did have a contigency plan if ever a uprsising occured where the production of Xeroxium would be disrupted and the telescreens and the CCCC put out of operational service.

Leaflets, over 2 billion of them in storage across the nation were now being handed out to millions upon millions of ordinary Kravanians by the police, army and NHM party members.

The leaflets werea basic call to resist emotions and free thought, now that millions of Kravanians were now coming off their dosage of Xeroxium.

EMERGENCY GUIDE IN DEALING WITH TERRORIST ATTACKS AND CIVIL DISORDER

1.) In the event of a disruption of the supplies of the medication Xerxoium, use to the best of your ability, the urge to resist and temptations to feel human emotion. Do NOT put yourself in a situation where you may desire to feel happy or sad, excited or depressed or any other manifestation of degrading human emotions. Staying at home and out of contact with other people is the best course of action in dealing with this.

2.) In the event of a disruption of the supplies of the medication Xerxoium, do NOT give in to ANY sexual urges or act upon any action of a sexual nature, be it heterosexual, bisexual or homosexual. Do NOT masturbate or exchange any bodily fluids with any other person. Sex and human sexuality, even with a disruption of the production of Xeroxium, are illegal offences and those who break such regulations face severe punishment.

3.) Stay at home and avoid contact with other people, save the KSPF and the Armed Forces, along with government officials of all ranks and NHM party members.

4.) When asked by a member of the NHM, KSPF or the Armed Forces, co-operate and do NOT question their judgement.

5.) Reject false rumours and enemy propaganda, only utilise government sources for facts and information.

[OOC: I avoided having my bombers enter Kravanian space in case you wanted to intercept them, but this doesn't seem your typical war thread...]

The bomber sailed over Kravanian space, its pilot getting a feel for the land and possible targets. Finally, a deserted, ruined city came into view, probably nuked by the Kravanians or their enemies during one of the wars it had gotten into... Intel had heard that rebels hid out in those places.

The specially modified door, set up to enable parachute jumps without sucking the crew out, opened as the squad of ten left the plane, one after the other. Their parachutes opened as they plummeted to Earth. At the same time, the bomb bays opened, and fifty tons of arms, ammunition, food, medical kits and other supplies fell in huge crates with parachutes for fifteen thousand meters.

The arms fell to the ground to be picked up by rebels, and the commandoes waited to find the rebels and join them...

Command Center, SNS Tyr

The campaign went well. Palls of smoke rose over Kravania from the ruined Xeroxium production facilities and every hour the bombardment continued. It was frightening to think that soon an entire nation that felt nothing for three decades will go through withdrawal from the bizarre, psychoactive drug. And it was liberating to think that soon they would feel again.

The fleet was establishing a more permanent presence. Five large platform-like ships with huge hydraulic elevators were brought in, linked together, effectively forming two runways, and used to host larger strategic bombers. More aircraft were brought in to operate from the mobile airbase. Marine ships with helicopter capability were en route. The campaign turned to other plans:

A young PsyOps operative by the name of Sidd Mahabodhi approached Admiral Clay with a sheet of paper in hand. Clay looked over it: "So this is what you people have been working on?"

"Yes, Admiral. We anticipated that once the populace began to experience Xeroxium withdrawal, it wouldn't take much to weaken the Regime's psychological grip on them. Even the soldiers take the stuff and, without it, they're liable to begin trying to make their own decisions. You have to remember, there's at least a whole generation of people there who've never felt an emotion their whole lives. Anything that stimulates the human impulse to feel will loosen the Regime's grip."

"This is by far the strangest thing I've ever dropped on anybody...and I once ended a hostage standoff with bombs we made out of itching powder."

"Indeed sir, but its the only way to loosen the propaganda grip. We have to provide an alternative."

"Oh, I agree, son, but its still weird. Let me know how it works out."

Clutched in the hands of the Admiral was a packet of papers. The first few were some tastefully pornographic pictures of various people of various sexual allegiances engaged in various sexual activities. The next was what appeared to be a collection of rather sophomorish jokes, the assaulted peanut, one about a gambler and a tax collector, a few bad puns and so on, and the last was a very sad picture of a young woman knelt among the ruins of her home, weeping. The caption indicated that her home was destroyed in a hurricane and she lost contact with her family. On the opposite side of all these papers, below a picture of what appeared to be the ghostly image of a skull superimposed above the face of Father, was the following message:


THINK, FEEL, REVOLT!
THE FATHER IS DEAD!
YOU ARE KRAVANIA AND YOUR BROTHERS NEED YOUR HELP!
RISE AND OVERTHROW!

No one in PsyOps really believed it would work, but it was intended to illicit a response, not act as a catalyst for revolution. Strategic bombers blasted off from the mobile airbase, but their payload was not deadly as the others that continued to rain explosives onto the Xeroxium facilities. Instead, they went to rain paper on the major population centers, starting with Platonika.

OOC: Out to get drunk...see you all tomorrow.

Platonika, Kravania

Across the city, there was now chaos.

The metro system and public transport system had come to a complete halt, KSPF police stations were in flames, as Kravanians after years of oppression and tyranny under Father began to feel emotions again and of all the emotions felt first, it was rage and anger, rage and anger against the regime.

Statues of Father, which were located in their thousands across the city were being torn down and The four T cross symbol of the Humanist ideology and Father's regime was torn down or graffitied over with the A and circle of the ACFK.

The KSPF police officers, also coming of the dosage of Xeroxium, began to feel. Seeing that the people now felt nothing but sheer hatred for the regime, their first feelings were terror and fear. In their hundereds of thousands, KSPF police officers and soldiers of the Kravanian Army deserted Father and the Humanist regime and joined the revolt and swore their loyalty to the ACFK, abolishing the military rank system and autocratic protocols of Father's war machine and reorganising as a democratically run citizens militia, fighting for the people as opposed to fighting against them.

NHM offices across the city burnt, as the last of the Xeroxium factories were blown up by the air strikes and missile attacks from Sunya.

By now, the ACFK had over 1.5 million men and women under arms in their revolutionary militia that now had one weapon that Father's forces didn't, passion. A passion to fight their cause and to win, which was now obvious to all.

Bump

Tagged for interest.

IC: Secret

The Office of Special Services had heard of the problem in Kravania. They were about to interfere. A man appeared special delivery with a package, from Mentos Vitamins at an Anarcho Communist front healthfood store. He was not on the regularly scheduled vitamin deliveries. The package was left in back of the store. It contained hundreds of bottles of what looked like powdered seaweed. Upon opening the package, there was a simple message-- counteragent, Xeroxium. Twelve hour affect. Water soluble. There were a few agents in place trained by the Black Agents.

Ruined City

Captain Connor checked the magazine on his TAR-21 to make sure it was in working order. He and his squad of commandoes were to look for a rebel unit and make contact with it.

The arms cache had fallen to the city as well, they could only assume rebels had gotten ahold of the weapons. The soldiers saw no reason to disguise themselves in what they thought was rebel territory and therefore walked openly in body armor and NBC gear, looking for the nearest rebel to gather information from. They wanted to steal Kravanian military secrets while helping the rebels; they thought there might be information about Kraven inside.

ACFK Base, Ruined City, Kravania

An irony had set in Kravania. That the anarchist ACFK controlled areas of he country were clam and stable, the complete opposite to the areas, including Platonika, still under Father's rule, which were now in complete chaos and set in violence and mayhem.

Nathaniel went out with John, after hearing reports that special forces of some sort had been seen in conjunction with parachute's falling down in the area with supplies.

After what seemed like hours, Nathaniel saw the special forces of Kahanistan and approached them.

Nathaniel: Hey, over here! Who are you?

He awaited their response.

The soldiers were wearing full NBC gear under their body armor and uniforms and looked quite intimidating. However, the voices from under the masks sounded friendly enough, and one or two sounded like they might be women.

Captain Connor lowered his weapon and walked over to the Kravanian rebel. He extended his hand casually. "Captain Mark Connor, Kahanistanian Military Intelligence, Directorate of Anti-Kraven Intelligence." He figured there was no chance of this guy being a spy, he clearly had emotions and there was no way in hell a Kravanian secret police agent would be allowed to not take the Xeroxium II and see the light.

"We're the ones who dropped those arms crates. We're looking to bust up Father and get information from Kravanian Intelligence." Connor was spilling his guts far more than he would normally do, but it was pretty easy to tell a thought criminal in these parts - they were over 99% of the population in the ruined cities, if Intel had its facts straight.

UDF, Central Command
Echelon, New Sparta Free State, Sunya

"...the capitol is gripped by utter mayhem. Symbols and implements of the regime are being vandalized by the mobs. There are reports of widespread desertion by members of the military and police." Admiral Thaddius Clay had returned to the homeland to give his final report before UDF CentComm.

"Our airstrikes are complete, then?", asked one of his peers.

"Yes, all intelligence indicates the Xeroxium production complex has been completely destroyed. Some of the missile cruisers have been recalled, and the rest of the fleet is currently on stand-by. ACFK militia controls large areas of the country."

"The operation is a success?"

"It is my opinion that it is too early yet to claim success and recall the entire fleet. Recommend we prepare for a potential humanitarian operation and await contact by the ACFK."

A tall, dark man in a black uniform stood up. Colonel Archimedes Paradesh, commander of the Myrmidon, Sunya's most elite fighting force, and a good friend of Admiral Clay. "Admiral, ought we not take the initiative in this regard? I recommend we contact the ACFK ourselves. Send in a unit of Myrmidon, seek out the ACFK, and help to begin ground support operations, if so desired."

A general spoke, "Is there consensus?" The room fell silent.

"Carry out your operation, Colonel, and rendezvous with the fleet. Admiral, you are to escort the Colonel and his team. Codename is Providence. You have your orders, gentlemen."

UDF Fleet, off Kravania

The fleet was silent for the first time in many days. The gently whisperings of water against hull and wind against faces supplanted the screams of aircraft and missiles. The sky over Kravania no longer thundered with the machinery of war. The ground, however, was chaos as a nation tore itself from the machinery of its own government. A few dozen drones circled lazily at high altitude, observing the collapse.

All the aircraft of the fleet were stored below decks, their pilots and crew resting after their bombardment of Father's regime. Save one. A sleek, dark grey aircraft, like a rounded, elongated tetrahedron, sat on the deck of the mobile airbase. It bore only one marking, the entertwined red alpha and black omega of the Myrmidon. This was a Reaper, a hydrogen fueled, hypersonic stealth aircraft designed for two things: precision delivery of tactical nuclear warheads and special ops insertion. Only a handful were built, mostly due to cost and utter impracticality for anything other than these sorts of missions. Three figures climbed aboard the machine a few minutes before its engine ignited. Turbines whirred, fuel ignited, and the machine blasted off the runway on a stream of superheated exhaust. When an ideal speed was reached, the turbines shut down, their intakes closed, and hydrogen was dumped out of small ports into a turbulence zone behind the aircraft, ignited, and pushed the machine to hypersonic speed. As it flew over Kravania, the rioters below scarcely noted the strange double thunderclap on the cloudy evening. It wasn't difficult to find the areas of ACFK control, one only needed to go where the chaos wasn't, and as the aircraft climbed to the appropriate altitude above a ruined city, slowed, and reverted to conventional propulation, a portal opened on the side of the hot fuselage. Three figures tumbled out, fell for a distance, and opened their transclucent parachutes at low altitude as the Reaper thundered back to the fleet.

Impacting on the ground, the Myrmidons operated swiftly and efficiently, gathering up their 'chutes and stowing them someplace out of sight. Two men and one woman in black fatigues with red alpha and black omega armbands, their faces painted to hide their appearance and features, brandished their weapons and set out into the city. They moved substantially louder than they would normally, and in the open. There was no indication of Kravanian military in this AFCK controlled area. After all, this time they actually wanted to be found.

Encrypted Transmission to Father

Gas. A state of matter, a chemical weapon, especially if it is active like Xeroxium.

We've been watching you, and suffice to say, stealing, being the Mafia entitles us to that.

We can give you the formulas to begin rapidly producing on an industrial level, the ability to form Xeroxium as a gas, and as a persistent one in the environment.

This will be a trade, the ability to produce Xeroxium gas, in exchange for the plans to every infantry weapon in Kravania.

[END]

Palace of the Humanist State, Platonika, Kravania

At the heart of Father's regime, inside the Kravanian government's HQ, in the Palace of the Humanist State, Father's face was present on the large telescreen that dominated the north wall of the conference room.

An emergency session of the government, the High Council of Eternal Wisdom, had been called by Father for all twelve Councillors of the High Council. Before they were allowed in the room and as they awaited entry outside, Father spoke to the gaurds in the conference room.

Father: "After this meeting, when my speech is complete, I order you to execute, until they are all dead, all members of the High Council of Eternal Wisdom. Under no circumstances are any to be spared their lives."

Then, the twelve Councillors of the High Council were let in and walked to their seats and sat down around the conference table, all facing Father on the telescreen.

Father began to speak.

Father: "It is over. All that we have worked for and struggled for over the last thirty years has come to an end, as evidenced by the situation in Kravania and the outright rejection of the Great Humanist Revolution by the people of Kravania.

I do not wish to see our Great Humanist Revolution be tainted anymore by the shedding of the blood of the innocents of Kravania and if we cannot govern as we used to and if the Great Humanist Revolution cannot procced as it used to, then our work is done and our purpose no more.

The Great Humanist Revolution and the Humanist State are now but a part of history and not a present nor everlasting reality.

Accept this and accept our collective fate.

Guards, carry out my order!"

With the fading of Father's face from the telescreen, the guards in the conference room raised their assault rifles and took aim at the twelve members of the High Council of Eternal Wisdom and began to open fire.

For one whole minute, bullets flew and bodies were pumped with lead, as body parts and human flesh flew and spat out of the Councillors as the impact of the bullets hit them. Screams of pain and fear rang across the room, only to be interrupted with the noise of the gunfire.

Blood flooded the floor and after it was done, the High Council of Eternal Wisdom and with it, Kravania's Humanist government was no more.

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Father was in his office, as looked at the live CCTV feed of the conference room, now showing the twelve dead Councillors in their chairs or on the floor.

Father turned off the recording and went over to give a speech to the Kravanian people and the international community on a special emergency radio channel. Father began to speak:

"People of Kravania and the international community of nations.

This is the last time the voice of Father shall be heard and with it the last speech I shall make as Father.

The Humanist State of Kravania, the Great Humanist Revolution, the High Council of Eternal Wisdom and my own power as Father has come to an end.

Only minutes ago, I ordered the execution of all twelve members of the High Council of Eternal Wisdom and now that order has been carried out.

I am no longer Father, just a simple human being with the name of Adam Susan.

I shall inform to all who hear me that I was not the original Father but his appointed successor. The real Father, the one whos face you have seen and known for thirty years died two years ago of cancer. On his deathbed, Father nominated me, Adam Susan as the one to take over his reigns of power and his office. It was Father's will that stipulated that his passing away was to be a secret to all but myself and the High Council of Eternal Wisdom.

But Father was never one single man or person, just an ideal. The ideal of a everlasting power of compassion and a guide to lead us to a new era, a everlasting utopia and a reign of a ever peaceful and ever content humankind.

Sadly, Father's vision for this utopia, never saw it's goal reached, as we now see where my beloved Kravanian brothers and sisters now openly revolt against the legacy of Father and all that the Great Humanist Revolution stood for. Father was not a evil man, not a corrupt man, not a deranged man, contary to what one may think of him. He was a genuine, devoted and compassionate man who only ever initiated the Great Humanist Revolution in Kravania out of his desire to see a new chapter in the history of humankind arise and to see that to it's completion.

Father dispared and despised the poverty, homelessness, unemployment, corruption, immorailty, greed, selfishness, division, apathy, aimlessness, nihlism, criminality, terrorism, instability and war which has been a present reality in so many societies and nations. Kravania suffered all of these ills too. In his most sincere quest to end these horrors and social ills, Father came to the conclusion that human emotion was it's root cause and with this, the Great Humanist Revolution and Xeroxium were born, as a salvation to the dark abyss that we were all heading too.

But like so many utopian idealists of old, Father had his flaws, but that is all he can ever be guilty of and he cannot be held to account on any other basis than his own imperfection.

I tried to the best of my human ability, to carry on the good works of Father, as flawed as they do now appear, with the same idealism, utopianism and dreams that Father himself had.

But I am a realist and I can see that the Great Humanist Revolution and Father's legacy must now come to an end and that the Humanist State has reached it's own bloody conclusion.

My realism stems from the fact that I never had been and still have not ever taken a dosage of Xeroxium, for I have always felt and always my own emotions have been my very essence. Just like that of Father, for he too never took the dosage of Xeroxium, for he too wished to feel, so as to let his dreams and ideals forever guide him.

I will offer my apologies to the people of Kravania and to the people and nations of the international community of nations.

I know this apology may not be accepted, but thats not up to me. I only hope that all will understand that the Great Humanist Revolution and Father's legacy was not done in spite or hatred but with a limitless level of love and compassion for humankind and in a world where god does not exist, in the absence of a holy paradise, Father and I only ever wanted to build a real paradise on Earth, for all humans to live under as a everlasting, ever peaceful refuge from all that is wrong with our world.

With this, I shall conclude that the people of Kravania are now sovereign and now shall rule supreme, by themselves and for themselves, for they are the free men and women who now must accpet their own fate and destiny on their own terms."

With that, the Great Humanist Revolution and Father's regime, was at last history.

Tenarius sat as generals, admirals, and various othrs ran around in their general panic. Lighting a cigarette, he took a deep breath.
The Empire had takn a war, but it seemed that it had recovered from the Hatarian War. Now would be the time to plan on these Kravanian developments.
Tenarius hated Kraven, and Kravania, and he would give nearly anything for their destruction. Anything but an anarcho-communist regime.
It looked bad. The end of the Father regime, while welcomed, was not received well with the news of a Communist regime. But since Kravania was now in chaos, perhaps, just perhaps
"Commence Plan Imperial Glory. The Fifth and Thirteenth Legions are dispatched for Kravnia."
Meanwhile, the Imperial Defense Station received messages. This was a group of planes that hovered continously over the Empire, ready at a second's notice. Their fuel tanks had just been refuelled midflight fortunately, and their message to commence massive bombing of all of Kravania was received eagerly as a wave of Imperial Eagles and Stingrays planes commenced their bombing run.
In one of the Stingray fighters, fifteen members of the Praetorian Guards waited for the moment of dropoff. Their goal was to kill all.

Tenarius sat as generals, admirals, and various othrs ran around in their general panic. Lighting a cigarette, he took a deep breath.
The Empire had takn a war, but it seemed that it had recovered from the Hatarian War. Now would be the time to plan on these Kravanian developments.
Tenarius hated Kraven, and Kravania, and he would give nearly anything for their destruction. Anything but an anarcho-communist regime.
Both options looked horrible, but as Tenarius continued to think, he realized something. An anarcho-communist regime would gain allies, and quickly, as Communist scumbag nations would congregate and support the new Kravania. Under Father, Kravania was hated by all, and hence they would be unable to rely on others.
So Tenarius swallowed the bitter pill.
"Commence Plan Realism. The Fifth and Thirteenth Legions are dispatched for Kravnia."
Meanwhile, the Imperial Defense Station received messages. This was a group of planes that hovered continously over the Empire, ready at a second's notice. Their fuel tanks had just been refuelled midflight fortunately, and their message to commence massive bombing of territories held by Communist nuts was received eagerly as a wave of Imperial Eagles and Stingrays planes commenced their bombing run.
In one of the Stingray fighters, fifteen members of the Praetorian Guards waited for the moment of dropoff. Their goal was to kill all.

(OOC)

I'll IGNORE that.

Father has fallen now and I made it CLEAR before that this is NOT going to turn into a war thread.

I am afraid you cannot just invite yourself into the thread RP like that and I'll ask you to leave.

(OOC)

I'll IGNORE that.

Father has fallen now and I made it CLEAR before that this is NOT going to turn into a war thread.

I am afraid you cannot just invite yourself into the thread RP like that and I'll ask you to leave.

OOC: How about looting? I'm sure that once this anarchist revolution has set in, I can make a significant amount in the drug trade, probably not much in the weapons trade, but a lot in trading.

An An-72 left with 40 Mafia soldiers, and was loaded with Leafanistani made cigarettes and marijuana cigarettes, pirated music, and margarine. Several soldiers had filled their personal bags to the brim with various different instant fruit drinks, coffee and teabags. They were prepared to make a stake in the new trade in Kravania.

Suddenly shifted from no emotions or feelings would make people highly vulnerable to addictive habits and sensations. Imagine finally tasting Tea, Coffee, or even a cheap fruit drink a kid won't even sell on a roadside stand. Or listening to classical music. People routinely cried during Operas, imagine how people would feel after years of listening to no music at all.

The plane was to descend and land with a message of peace:

"We represent entrepreneurs who are here to provide the wonders of the modern world to your nation. We are going to construct a storefront selling, everything you've been denied. Smokables, Music, Margarine, and drinks that taste delicious. All for a reasonable price or barter."

ACFK Base, Ruined City, Kravania

Nathaniel spent over twenty minutes telling the Kahanistani special ops team all he knew about the situation and was about to invite them into the ACFK base when John came running.

John: "Listen to this, it's fucking great!!!"

John then held the portable radio up that he was carrying in his left hand and for 10 minutes, John, Nathtaniel and the Kahanistani special ops team stood in complete silence as they listened to Father's last speech and the downfall of the Humanist regime.

Nathaniel then asked the Kahanistanis to come in and discuss things further inside the ACFK base.

Official Communique of the Democratic Soviets of Kravania

From: The Democratic Soviets of Kravania
To: The Leafanistani Mafia

The working class and oppressed peoples of Kravania have only just liberated themselves from one set of corrupt gangsters in the form of the Humanist State and Father's tyrannical regime.

We will not invite or allow any other group of money grabbing parasites such as the Leafanistani Mafia to be in Kravania. Money no longer exists in Kravania, given that our society has now reached communism, so your sick drive for profits can go elsewhere and not inside Kravania.

Leave now and return home or face attack.

Official Communique of the Democratic Soviets of Kravania

From: The Democratic Soviets of Kravania
To: The Leafanistani Mafia

The working class and oppressed peoples of Kravania have only just liberated themselves from one set of corrupt gangsters in the form of the Humanist State and Father's tyrannical regime.

We will not invite or allow any other group of money grabbing parasites such as the Leafanistani Mafia to be in Kravania. Money no longer exists in Kravania, given that our society has now reached communism, so your sick drive for profits can go elsewhere and not inside Kravania.

Leave now and return home or face attack.

Response

Alright, but we'll airdrop our stock of cigarettes, music and margarine, over your city. We are also airdropping various drink mixes and preparations. We were hoping to be friends, and we still do. Enjoy the pleasures that these things offer.

While our intent was profit, it was profit at a fair price, exchange of money which represents work for enjoyables.

Good bye, we hope one day to return under the same banner and to be accepted.

[END]

The plane buzzed the city and the boxes flew out, parachutes opened, and the boxes landed into the ruined city.

The plane turned around, and flew away.

Bump

To: The Democratic Soviets of Kravania
From: The Central Council of the Autonomous Free States of Sunya

Salutations, brothers,

We welcome you into the international community as a free nation and are glad to finally communicate to the Kravanian people. Our navy has been recalled from your territory, and operatives we had within your lands have been withdrawn. Let us be the first to recognize the newly sovereign Democratic Soviets of Kravania as brethren and offer further assistance if desired. If you require aid, remember, you will have a friend in Sunya.

TOP SECRET MESSAGE

From: Father/Adam Susan
To: The Central Council of the Autonomous Free States of Sunya

Since my resignation and my fall as the Leader and Father of Kravania and my last speech to the Kravanian people asking them and myself to put the past behind us, I request safe passage to Sunya.

I understand that you may arrest me and place me under trial.

I accept this and await the opportunity to speak for my own behalf and to answer those questions which people may ask of me.

Bump

The DAKI team followed the two Kravanians into the base and took off their masks, showing their faces - eight men and two women. They sat down and waited for the Kravanians to do whatever it was that they were going to do. Hopefully they would have locations of military bases and the like for them to raid.

CLASSIFIED MESSAGE

To: Adam Susan, citizen of the Democratic Soviets of Kravania
From: The Central Council of the Autonomous Free States of Sunya

It is not our usual policy to interfere in the internal politics of popularly supported regimes, such as the new AFCK. However, given both the severity of your crimes and regime, and the necessity for such crimes to be answered to in a high court of law, it is our opinion that your life is in serious jeopardy and your assassination would be a gross miscarriage of justice.

After careful deliberation, we grant your request for asylum. You are to be taken to Sunya under military escort, where you will be held in custody at the Erehwon military prison and await trial.

You are to answer for you crimes and tried in such manner as deemed appropriate by both the Democratic Soviets of Kravania and Autonomous Free States of Sunya. Upon arrival into our custody, we will begin negotiations with the DSK to insure a fair, orderly, and thorough trial.

You will know the justice you have denied so many.

Air base, central Kravania

Adam Susan, up until two weeks ago, known only as Father, got on board the jet awaiting him at a old and disused airbase in central Kravania and after thirty or so minutes, the plane took off and headed for Sunya.

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The airliner left Kravanian airspace to rendezvous with two Sunyan military escorts. Left behind was a new nation, freed from its shackles, but across the vast expanse of ocean between the two lands awaited the ultimate end of the legacy of Father. The flight was a long and quiet one.

It was nightime when a lone airliner touched down at Tradewinds Airport outside of Orphales, the capitol of the Anaris Free State and the nominal fulcrum of power of Sunya. Adam Susan stepped out of the aircraft onto the tarmac. Awaiting him was a three car motorcade, with the central vehicle, a black limosine, awaiting him, doors open and guards armed. He stepped into the vehicle and sat, facing across from a dark man in a dark suit who scribbled on paper without looking up and acknowledging his passenger. The motorcade accelerated away from the airplane, across the runway, and onto a service road. The vehicle was already well on its way onto the elevated freeway before the man look up and spoke with clarity and authority; "Good evening, Mr. Susan. Welcome to Sunya. I trust your flight went well." The vehicle accelerated away from the airport and travelled westward into the skyline of Orphales, the occasional gentle swooshing of wind from a passing maglev train on the elevated track above breaking the constant hiss of highway travel. "My name is Icarus. Icarus Devi. I work for the Syndicate of Initiative. I saw to the provisioning of your asylum. I'm also your council in this legal matter of your upcoming trial and I am here to notify you of your arrest. From this point forth you are a prisoner of the Autonomous Free States of Sunya. Your rights are as follows: you have the right to contact whomever you like whenever you like. You have the right to be presumed innocent until the evidence against you weighs otherwise. And finally, you have the right to say nothing that may be used against you in court." The limosine drove past the towers of downtown Orphales. A glimpse down the wide, tree lined boulevards that lined them showed people milling in the thoroughfares, open cafes and bars, eateries, and bizaars, people rushing into and out of the underground transit system, and electric street cars running on either side of grassy medians. Despite the historic event inside the vehicle, the world was going about its business outside. "I suggest you make yourself comfortable Mr. Susan. We have a two hour drive to Anaris Free State Militia Air Base. You will be processed there before your transfer to Erehwon prison. Is there anything that I have said that you do not understand, or anything you would like to tell me now?"

OOC: Sorry for the delay in response. Been having connection issues. Also, I'll be out of town for the Thanksgiving break, so my responses may be fewer and farther between.

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OOC: Sorry, Kravania, I guess I got a bit confused. I hope there's no harm done.
But on a more serious note, is there anything that I can do to spread general havoc and chaos? Say, send in a strike team to kill Adam Susan?
After all, Tenarius hates Father, but he REALLY hates communism.

OOC: Sorry, Kravania, I guess I got a bit confused. I hope there's no harm done.
But on a more serious note, is there anything that I can do to spread general havoc and chaos? Say, send in a strike team to kill Adam Susan?
After all, Tenarius hates Father, but he REALLY hates communism.

OOC: For once I had actually planned on being nice and fair with no mean intentions. But hey what are you going to do. And I guess the reason this RP isn't getting far is that anarchist-communists don't exactly do much on the world front and don't affect anybody.

I'm scared and wondering when this paradise will collapse because someone will eventually say:

"Say Father made a fortune and himself ruler of an entire nation by turning my home into a wasteland of factories, mile-high defenses and mass graves."

"I bet I can make a fortune and become king by doing the same!"

OOC: Oh, you guys. What has made you such cynics? Its his nation, if he wants to RP an anarcho-socialist country, that's his bag. Besides, Leafanistan, you can't make a fortune if there ain't no money. That might blow your little mafia mind, but stranger things have happened.

OOC: how did I miss this.

-Lone Alliance Capital, Council of 20-
An a celebration was going on inside, the fact that they for once didn't have to intervene in Kravania and the fact of the fall of 'Father' was a reason to rejoice. With the government overthrown no longer did the Lone Alliance have to constantly spend funding monitoring. Still... the fact that one irrational government was replaced with another still bothered them. But at least they could lift the blockade, and instead go back to monitoring secretly.

OOC: I WILL stop them if someone tries to take out Kravania. Not because of beliefs, it's just anyone who stopped 'father' deserves protecting.