NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC-This first post is just backround information. Don't post until the second post is done.

The Zukariaan Empire was always a proud nation. The people had always loved their country and been proud of their government. They had, for the past 80 years, been faithful servants of the forever-young High Commander Henry Corrol. They had always believed that Zukariaa and it's people came above all others, although they were not quite fascist. That was all about to change.

The history of Zukariaa was a long one, beginning in the mid 1200's with the unification of Western Zukariaa and it's counterpart Zykarii by "Yelthad the Great", the anscestor of the current High Commander. He was the Kaiser of the first Empire which laster until 1557 after a war with the Cohenians. After it's defeat, it became the Zukariaan Republic, the closest thing to a democracy that the Zukariaans had ever had.

Then, after only 20 years, the second Empire arose. This Empire reclaimed the regions of Unsterblich and Zykarii. For nearly 500 years things ran smoothely, with very few wars. The empire slowly grew in population and power. Then in the 1960's, things changed. The Jaredcohenians made a surprise attack on the empire, taking Unsterblich away from them once again. After their second defeat at the hands of the Cohenians, the High Commander of the time, Timothy Corrol, signed a non-aggression pact with them. Slowly over time the two nations developed close relations.

This was torn down in the 2040's, when the Kraven Corporation attacked and took control of the Empire. For 15 years they stayed under the Corporation, doing it's bidding. Then the Corporation fell into isolationism, and the Zukariaans arose more powerful than ever before. Immidiatly afterwards, the military built up to never-before-seen size and strength. The economy boomed into a force to be reckoned with, and the Zukariaans were found with a new sense of pride.

They quickly took the Republic of Seseer and installed a puppet government, then they did the same to the Empire of Demoras. These nations were basically additions to the empire.


Now it is 2061. Atheism is on the rise in recent times, and had reached majority. And fascism was taking hold.

OOC-Post now. :p

"Jesus. It's finally happened."

"Goddamn.."

Two high ranking officials of the High Command looked down from a window of the Reichstag. The Reichstag was a small palace-like building at the base of the Wartowers, two massive skyscrapers in the center of the Zukariaan capital Sieg. Below them were hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children. They waved the flag of the Empire. This was an obvious nationalist rally. Nationalism had become increasingly popular in recent times, and had quickly become so popular that it was overwhelming.

Much of the High Command supported it, including the High Commander, although he had been a nationalist since he was a teenager. He stepped towards the window and looked out.

"It looks like all of Sieg turned up for this one." he said, then he turned around, grabbed some things, and stepped out onto a balcony overlooking the mass of humans. He knew that this was finally his chance to begin what he had always wanted to do. He had complete and total power before, but had refused to do what he wanted over what his people wanted. Now he could do it.

He spoke in his normal, stern voice,"Greetings, people of the Empire."

The crowd stopped moving and quieted.

"You are here for a reason, and I am here to address my plans for the future of our great nation. Our nation has been pushed around for far too long. Our people have not been recognized by the international community for what they are. Our nation has been robbed of it's land, enslaved by stronger nations, and we our people have been sent to their deaths many a time to fight in wars that are not our own.

"Today, that will change. Today, we take back what is ours!" The people understood. The High Commander was in the same state of mind as them.

"From now on, we will not hold back from our duty to ourselves! We will take back Arterus! We will take back Unsterblich! We will clense this land of the unfit, and we will become a force to be reckoned with once again!"

There were cheers. They would get what they wanted.

"Our military will rise to the challenge! Our people will rise to the challenge! I ask you all now for your support, as we now move into a bright new age for this nation!"

The people had been planning a coup, but now they were getting a delightful surprise. Everything they wanted would happen.

Slowly, two men climbed to the front of the Reichstag with a flag. They were Zukariaan soldiers stationed on the roof. As the news covered every minute of this, it was clear that the nation was heading in another direction.

Corrol stepped back inside.

"Wow.." one High Command member said.

"I had that planned out." Corrol said, and sat down at the large wooden table,"Now lets get to work.


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OOC: A new world, a better world, a Zukariaian world.

SIC:

Footage had been intercepted via gerbil-powered satellites, the world's only known perpetual energy source.

"They want what?!" The Premier angrily screamed, he wasn't ready for this. He had just left the shower, and his crotch covered by a blue towel, wrapped around his hips; the entire council was able to see the majority of the muscular Premier's flesh. "After all of these FUCKING years being allied with these god damned Jerries...they want what is rightfully ours?!"

"Sir, we didn't know you were in the shower."

"Why the fuck are you apologizing? I asked you a question. They want what is rightfully ours? They want to disrespect a fucking treaty that my grandfather signed? How dare they! It's like taking a shit on his grave. Fuck Corrol. Fuck Zukariaa. Get out of my room. This is too much for me to fucking handle right now." Cohen knew that this info would somehow be leaked to the public...and he knew that doing so would create chaos. Rosbaningrad, or Unsterblich if you're a Zukariaan, is Jaredcohenian territory. An autonomous republic, really. Rosbaningrad had a Constitution (the same as Jaredcohenia's) and it's own leader. Little do people know, however, that the Jaredcohenians control Alexi Rosbanin. He was instated leader because he was a favored member of Aaron Cohen's Soviet. His real name was Alexander Ponikov, changed to Rosbanin shortly after he became the Republic's leader. (OOC: and thus, I'm too lazy to be switching from one account to the other. The real Rosbaningrad gave me his account cuz he's too lazy. Hypocritical, I know.) Mikhail grabbed his phone that sat on his desk, it was a white, plastic phone with caller ID. The Caller ID said that there were no new callers, this was Mikhail's personal line. Other than his cell phone.

"Rosbanin, pick up the fucking phone."

IN ROSBANINGRAD, ROSBANINGRAD

Mikhail failed to account for the time zone difference, what was 7AM Coheningrad time was 3AM in Rosbaningrad. Alexi Rosbanin was asleep, next to his wife. She was wearing a long shirt with a picture of a cartoon mouse on it while he was wearing a pair of silk boxers. He picked up the phone. "Mffl?"

"What? Alexi?"

"Ohh...it's you, Mikhail. It's 3AM. Can I sleep?"

"Okay then, I'll make you wake up. Those fuckin' Jerries in Zukariaa want to reclaim their precious Unsterblich."

"What?!" Alexi screamed.

"Al...go back to bed..." His wife said, drearily.

"Hold on, Premier...Hon, we're in deep shit. Where's the cordless?" He said while standing up, placing his phone on the bed.

"Umm...I don't know...in the bathroom, maybe...go back to bed, honey..."

"When I tell you to hang up, do so." If Alexi was tired two minutes ago, he wasn't now. Just the thought of a bunch of Zukariaans trying to get into Rosbaningrad was disgusting enough. "First we let them in here to live...now they want us gone..." The two of them were Jaredcohenians by birth, not the Zukariaan ethnic-majority. However, Mrs. Rosbanin was born near Yassiligrad and Alexi near Novozykryrsk. "In the bathroom?"

"Yes...honey, I'm going back to beh...." She was out cold.

For three minute, Mikhail was waiting for Alexi to find a damned cordless telephone. "Honestly, how hard is it to get a cordless telephone?!" He was still clad only in a towel, he had yet to shave yet-a very visible stubble covered his jaw and upper lip. He had been out of the shower for a while, and only a few drops of water were on his body.

"Sorry, finally found a cordless phone...so...the Zukariaans want to take Rosbaningrad?"

"From what Corrol said and how those people were acting-very yes. They want it and want it for themselves."

"How do we stop them?"

"If there's a giant wall breaking their path into Rosbaningrad and several batteries around the area for anti air...then we can stop 'em. And of course, there's always the issues of spies in there. Can't trust a single Jerry these days."

"So...we'd deport anyone who isn't a Jaredcohenian?"

"It'd be too soon. Close the border into Rosbaningrad. Deport Seseerians and Demorans first. They're not Zukariaans, really. Seseerians are just lazy bastards and I don't know about the Demorans. Get them out of there. If they ask for a reason, shoot them in the chest. If he's still alive, take a knife and cut a hole in his abdomen and use his intestines to choke him."

"Sir, that seems a little rough for a man who hasn't even eaten his breakfast yet...I don't know how I'm getting that down my throat with that description. I mean, seriously, Premier. That was just wrong."

"How else do you kill a man and show him that you don't care? Get ahead with building that damned wall, Alexi. If Corrol wants Rosbaningrad...then he'll have to get through 60 feet of concrete!"

"With a tank, he'll most likely be able to get through it."

"Fine, tungsten."

"Tungsten'll melt."

"Fine! Make a giant wall out of marijuana then set it on fire. All of the troops will be dazed and therefore easy pickings. Whatever you do, find a way. The fucking traitors' ain't gettin' Rosbaningrad. Not even over my dead body will those fucking Zukariaans claim Rosbaningrad as there own."

With the new fascist ways of Zukariaa, they wanted immigrants and minorities taken care of. Immidiatly, immigrants were deported to their home nations without notice. The High Commander gave no statements to foreign nations on the subject.

Then the military rounded up the "unwanted": communists, homosexuals, anti-government people, and religious people. They would be put into camps where they would work on manufacturing weapons, vehicles, or simple things that the average Zukariaan didn't want to do. As blacks were already enslaved in Zukariaan African colonies, any African-Zukariaans were sent to those colonies.

To: High Commander Henry Corrol and other leadership of The Zukariaan Empire
From: Emperor Christian I, Sovereign of the Errikan Empire

Greetings, noble ally. We have heard of your recent domestic developments, and would like to assure you that we shall maintain our current political and economic relationship with you, if you are willing. Also, if you so desire, we would be more than willing to take any Christians that you do not wish to be part of your society into our own.

Additionally, we believe that our private sector can be pursuaded to lower their prices on raw materials, manufactured goods, and foodstuffs (especially foodstuffs) for export to you. These are the sort of materials that an expanding Empire needs.

To: High Commander Henry Corrol and other leadership of The Zukariaan Empire
From: Emperor Christian I, Sovereign of the Errikan Empire

Greetings, noble ally. We have heard of your recent domestic developments, and would like to assure you that we shall maintain our current political and economic relationship with you, if you are willing. Also, if you so desire, we would be more than willing to take any Christians that you do not wish to be part of your society into our own.

Additionally, we believe that our private sector can be pursuaded to lower their prices on raw materials, manufactured goods, and foodstuffs (especially foodstuffs) for export to you. These are the sort of materials that an expanding Empire needs.

Official Message From the High Commander
TO:Emperor Christian
FROM:The High Commander, Henry Corrol

We don't need any of your exports, nor do we intend to give you the men and women that we are using to manufacture extra weapons for our armies. I would also like to inform you that any Errikans within Zukariaa have been deported.
Signed, The High Commander
Absolute Ruler of the Zukariaan Empire

Zukariaa;12028405']Official Message From the High Commander
TO:Emperor Christian
FROM:The High Commander, Henry Corrol

We don't need any of your exports, nor do we intend to give you the men and women that we are using to manufacture extra weapons for our armies. I would also like to inform you that any Errikans within Zukariaa have been deported.
Signed, The High Commander
Absolute Ruler of the Zukariaan Empire

To: The High Commander, Henry Corrol
From: Emperor Christian I

Thank you for informing us of this deportation, though we are interested to know where they have been deported to.

If you do require any materials or other goods, such as foodstuffs, for which the current prices are very low, you know where to find them.

Official Message From the High Commander
TO:Emperor Christian
FROM:The High Commander, Henry Corrol

Errikland, where else?
Signed, The High Commander
Absolute Ruler of the Zukariaan Empire

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Zukariaa;12028446']Official Message From the High Commander
TO:Emperor Christian
FROM:The High Commander, Henry Corrol

Errikland, where else?
Signed, The High Commander
Absolute Ruler of the Zukariaan Empire

OOC-Check TGs

To: The High Commander, Henry Corrol
From: Emperor Christian I

Oh. They are probably just a little late in arrival. Nevermind.

OOC: Nevermind, then. :)

To: The High Commander, Henry Corrol
From: Emperor Christian I

Oh. They are probably just a little late in arrival. Nevermind.

OOC: Nevermind, then. :)

OOC-Check your TGs. <_<

Bump for Errik to see that he needs to check TGs and in case anyone is interested.