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Civil War brewing in Dyelli Beybi (Open)

Dyelli Beybi
20-11-2006, 16:43
OOC: For those of you who aren't familiar Dyelli Beybi is one State in a super State - The Federated Klatchian Coast... it is nearly independent, but not quite. Dyelli Beybi's capital and seat of Government is in Cyro, but the Federation's Capital is North, in Vrak in a town called Port Olympus.

Dyelli Beybi was a country with a long and turbulent history. Tzars had come and gone, Communists, Democracies, Miitary Dictatorships...

All had found fertile grounds and set themselves up for a while in the long meandering Dyel River Valley and vast stretches of uninhabitable desert that made up the heart of the Dyelli Beybian State...

The latest in the line was a military Dictatorship under a certain General come Emperor by the name of Pierre Soult. It had been a turbulent time, with desert tribes and turbulent clerics leading rebellions against him, and with some areas of the country still far from secure... it was hardly surprising that the Tzarists that had long since stayed safely in exile, chose this as a moment to launch another attempt to conquer the country...

The now claimant to the long vacated throne was a certain Alexia ap Adam. She had last been seen in Southern Vrak in the Federation Capital of Port Olympus. She was nowhere to be seen now, perhaps somewhere in Dyelli Beybi, probably somewhere in the suspect Province of East Benjia. She had left an Ambassador in Port Olympus, a certain Vladimir Dzerzhinsky, a former spy, and oddly enough, fervent Communist.

Unlike previous Tzars and Tzarinas, this one had pledged to restore democracy and relinquish all power once the country was recaptured, creating an unlikely Alliance of the powerful Red Faction and the Tzarists. It was an Alliance that made the new Emperor Pierre I very, very nervous...

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The Emperor was not in a good mood, he was not a tall man, an overweight (something that was rare among the usually fairly slight Dyellian population). He was seated on an elaborately gilded throne that he had had made to go in the new throne room... but the throne room wasn't ready, so it had been errected in the entry hall of the former Parliament between massive red marble pillars that dwarfed the throne, made it look small and lost. Thinking of this only further annoyed the new Emperor, "So tell me again Commisaar." he grunted, "Why I should not have you flogged for your failure? You claim you had that house under surveillance, you claimed you would see everyone who went in or out, yet somehow you managed to miss the Tzarina leaving."

"Have you ever tried to watch a house in enemy territory?" the Commisaar shot back, most people were cowed by the Emperor, scraping and grovelling, but not her.

Tania Fradkov was probably somewhere in her mid thirties, short and petite, dark haired with eyes so brown they almost seemed like they were black. She wasn't attractive, but striking, in a hook nosed sort of way. She glared at Soult now, "She could have slipped out in a car boot or anything... blame the former chief Constable of my organisation, he trained her."

"I should have you court matialled..." Soult was just begining to roar, but the Commisaar's icy voice cut across him, she could shout quite loudly, for someone so small.

"Need I remind you, who put you in that ridiculous throne." she sneered, "I put you there, I can remove you."

"Perhaps." he grunted, "Although you overstate your role. Perhaps your role is coming to an end?"

The threat was clear, she glared back at him, a battle of wills. It was Fradkov who blinked, "In any case." she muttered, "We're stepping up surveillance in East Benjia, she's bound to show up somewhere around there, then we'll have her trapped like a rat in a cage, all we have to do is spring the lock, drag her into Parliament Square and execute the little cow in a suitably violent manner, no doubt you have thought of something your majesty."

He grunted in response.

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And in Port Olympus there was a new Embassy for the Constitutional Kingdom of Dyelli Beybi. It wasn't official, but it was open for business, Klatchian authorities had let it be, so far, and discreetly hinting that foreign aid might be recieved quite well...
Dyelli Beybi
21-11-2006, 11:09
The question for Vladimir Dzerzhinsky as he sat in his plush office in Port Olympus, was less whether he wanted foreign help, and more how he was going to attract and secure it without the Federal Government of Klatch figuring out what he was up to. So far Alexia... she refused to allow people to call her 'Highness, Majesty' or anything else, prefering her first name, had managed to secure money and weapons off the Vaadians.

Vladimir did not approve, he didn't approve of Ilek-Vaad. Cultural imperialists. They seemed to think that somehow people should be impressed that they were from some frost bitten peninsula. Oh yes, he knew, he had watched at a distance when they had set up their Foreign Guard base. He'd never understand what about the Vaadian General had sent an agent he had a lot of respect for, all weak at the knees. He would happily have strung the treacherous little coquette up, but she'd swanned off the Ilek-Vaad and apparently was now married to the man...

All this was irrelevant though. The question remained what to do now. The pretty dark haired grl across from him opened and closed her mouth a few times, then shook her head. He had put the same question to her a few moements before, "What do we do now?"

'Trish Davies, was a well respected former Commisaar, probably chosen for her looks, she had since proven to also have nerves of steel and a cool head under pressure, even if she was somewhat squeamish about pulling a trigger... "Umm..." she started, with a very slight Dyellian lilt, "Well... it seems we want money, weapons and stuff, but we don't want the Klatchians to find out, or we'll end up in prison."

Vladimir nodded, it reminded him he'd need to send her into the field soon. Technically she was a Klatchian Marshall gone AWOL, they'd be in trying to fish her out soon, best to move her somewhere out of harms way, "Yes, precisely."

"But." she continued uncertainly, then trailed off.

This was what Vladimir had been hoping for, she had done diplomatic work, negotiated secret arms deals with factions Dyelli Beybi saw as being people they could work with. Vladimir was surveillance, he was never called on to act or think like a Diplomat, "Yes?" he prompted.

"Well." she continued, "It would seem to me that people who are interested in getting a regime they like into power, and lets face it, everyone likes a Democracy because you can mess around with it after to get the people you like in power will contact us."

Vladimir nodded, it made sense in a way, she continued though, "We just need to make sure that outwardly we don't project that we have legions of troops and buckets of cash, because if we look like we're winning people won't waste their money on us."

"Hah!" he grunted, "That shouldn't be hard, we have about 200 men, bar the paramilitaries in East Benjia and half of them are carrying stout wooden sticks, hardly what one would call an army."

She nodded, she agreed.

"Then I guess we just sit tight." he mused.

"By the way." he added as an afterthought, "If any of them physically send an Ambassador, you'll be the one doing the talking. I hear you're good with Ambassadors."

She shot him a wary glance, trying to figure out exactly what he new about her. He returned an expression a poker player would be proud of, he knew everything of course, but wasn't about to let on. Let the left hand not know what the right hand was doing, or something like that...