Kroando
15-01-2007, 06:39
Nova Europan Special Broadcast
Young white lady with a British Accent pops in...
"Hello, this is Nancy Palkins here in Moscow, reporting with Nova Europan News, you're on the site first hand report of all matters Europan.", the woman pulled tighter her bright red overcoat, clearly not enough to keep her warm in the bone chilling winds of Kroando. "I am here today not reporting on the war, which to this point has not touched Moscow, but on the plague which is now sweeping the country. Thousands lay dead or dying of what authorities are now calling a mutated strand of the infamous small pox disease, however even they seem intent on denying the severity of the situation.", the camera zoomed across the street, onto a dying elderly man, laying curled up in a ball, coughing as snow bit at his infected skin. "We go now live to the Capital Building, where Ministress of Public Relations Helga Fortinbraz go's live to address the situation."
Feed crackles in to reveal wife of Lord Protector Fortinbraz, the Ministress of Public Relations addressing mobs of reporters outside of the Capital Building, noticeably wearing a gas mask. "Let me start by thanking you all for coming-", she was cut short, overwhelmed by hordes of questions, the most prevelant being of the current situation of the plague. "Well let me tell you all something. I am hearing rumors of this so called 'plague', and I must say, I have never heard of such a farse of lies and deciet in all my life. There is certainly no plague in Nova Europa, least of all in Kroando." The reporters roared, cameras flashing as the question 'Why are you wearing a gas mask', sprang out. "I am wearing a gas mask due to my asthma thank you very much. There is no disease, no small pox. None are infected, for it does not exist." The roars continued, as statistics were thrown into the fray. "Twenty thousand?! There most certainly are not twenty thousand dead. Those pictures are doctored... lies. I cannot believe this nonsense!", remarked the woman in her muffled voice, acting quite astonished by the reports. "This is foriegn propoganda. We are fine. No disease could ever live in our land... now this is quite enough. Good day." The woman began to turn and walk up the stairs when out of the group of reporters a gunman emerged, firing two well aimed shots into the back of Helga Fortinbraz, the Ministress of Public Relations... the wife of Lord Protector Victor Fortinbraz III.
Kroando
Within twenty four hours all hell had broken loose, with riots and protests sparking up throughout cities nation wide. Thousands of protestors demanded an increase in domestic food production to compensate for infected grain shipments. Other protests demanded Lord Protector Fortinbraz step down. Others simply demanded vaccines to the virus killing the country. And of course all of the fraction movements inside the country jumped on the opporunity, as Communists, Fascists and Theocratic Fanatics sprang into action.
But Fortinbraz was now a broken man. His wife dead, he immidiately threw the blame onto his long time Political Rival, the elected Supreme Consul of the Coalition, Karl Mornov, arguably the second most powerful man in Kroando. The Director of the Coalitionist Guard, the Secret Police of Kroando, Hannibal Carvas was ordered by the Lord Protector himself to place the Supreme Consul under arrest, with extreme predjudice. The order was to be carried out at around 2:30 the morning of the Ministress' Assassination. However what ensued was chaos. Supreme Consul Karl Mornov, suspecting retribution for an assassination he was not in the least bit responsible for, contacted his brother, Victor Mornov in the north, the Supreme Commander of all Northern Forces, currently locked in combat with the Spizanians. He had some four hundred men stationed at his mansion, along with multiple armored vehicles.
The attack was a debacle, as Coalitionist Guard Agents were cut down in their clandestine assault on the mansion by the combination of Military Legionnaires and the Supreme Consul's Personal Guard. The gunfight was soon publicized, and the two camps were at one another's throats. The protests often turning violent nation wide, strikes soon became an issue, with scores of Helicon Factories shutting down due to the issues of the nation. And of course, the factories were soon under attack... molotov cocktails, rocks, stones... angry mobs. Lynchings of Corporate Officials were swift as the property of Richard Helicon burned. Retaliation from the Mercenary Forces of the Corporation was swifty, as they assassinated dozens of Union leaders and Worker Party Officials, taking out leadership figures, tossing the situation deeper into the pit of anarchy.
There Will Be Order
Soon after police began to put down the riots, firing tear gas... and bullets into the crowds. Soldiers, Legionnaires, Police and Riot Breakers were released throughout the cities to put down the infected masses, forcing them into their homes, into jail, or into their graves. Thousands lay dead the day after as an eire silence came over the nation, like the quiet before the storm, as none knew exactly what was to come. Starvation was becoming an ever more real possibility, and even though the Mongols were temporarily halted by the Urals, none were sure how long this would last.
Many religious figures began prophesizing the 'End Times', as disease struck down even more, the death toll reaching one hundred thousand nation wide within two weeks. Rationing was emplaced by the thousands of Legionnaires deployed throughout the cities, and the cohorts of masked police officers that seemed as intent upon killing civilians as it did maintaining orders. Bodies lay rotting throughout the cities, littering streets as detained civilians were forced to drag their decaying, infected comrades out of the cities, and into massive burn piles. This task often took weeks, as it took quite some time to walk across a city, let alone drag a body. And as all gasoline was under stringent rationing, none was to be wasted. Those which were still employed were escorted from their homes to work by armed guards, equipped with kevlar suites, riot gear and masks. Those which emerged without escort, or transit permits, were promptly beaten, or killed. Many tried to escape their prisons of apartment cells to scavenge for food, which was delivered slowly and inefficiently by soldiers. The nation was in trouble, as Archbishop Benedict IX increased hysteria with his proclemation of the end of the world. The religious leader of the people, the Church of Kroando has stated that the nation was ending, the people needed to prepare for the Apocolypse. The Government factions, though enraged, were powerless, knowing that the end of his life may very well mean full scale revolution.
Problems were rising in Kroando.
Young white lady with a British Accent pops in...
"Hello, this is Nancy Palkins here in Moscow, reporting with Nova Europan News, you're on the site first hand report of all matters Europan.", the woman pulled tighter her bright red overcoat, clearly not enough to keep her warm in the bone chilling winds of Kroando. "I am here today not reporting on the war, which to this point has not touched Moscow, but on the plague which is now sweeping the country. Thousands lay dead or dying of what authorities are now calling a mutated strand of the infamous small pox disease, however even they seem intent on denying the severity of the situation.", the camera zoomed across the street, onto a dying elderly man, laying curled up in a ball, coughing as snow bit at his infected skin. "We go now live to the Capital Building, where Ministress of Public Relations Helga Fortinbraz go's live to address the situation."
Feed crackles in to reveal wife of Lord Protector Fortinbraz, the Ministress of Public Relations addressing mobs of reporters outside of the Capital Building, noticeably wearing a gas mask. "Let me start by thanking you all for coming-", she was cut short, overwhelmed by hordes of questions, the most prevelant being of the current situation of the plague. "Well let me tell you all something. I am hearing rumors of this so called 'plague', and I must say, I have never heard of such a farse of lies and deciet in all my life. There is certainly no plague in Nova Europa, least of all in Kroando." The reporters roared, cameras flashing as the question 'Why are you wearing a gas mask', sprang out. "I am wearing a gas mask due to my asthma thank you very much. There is no disease, no small pox. None are infected, for it does not exist." The roars continued, as statistics were thrown into the fray. "Twenty thousand?! There most certainly are not twenty thousand dead. Those pictures are doctored... lies. I cannot believe this nonsense!", remarked the woman in her muffled voice, acting quite astonished by the reports. "This is foriegn propoganda. We are fine. No disease could ever live in our land... now this is quite enough. Good day." The woman began to turn and walk up the stairs when out of the group of reporters a gunman emerged, firing two well aimed shots into the back of Helga Fortinbraz, the Ministress of Public Relations... the wife of Lord Protector Victor Fortinbraz III.
Kroando
Within twenty four hours all hell had broken loose, with riots and protests sparking up throughout cities nation wide. Thousands of protestors demanded an increase in domestic food production to compensate for infected grain shipments. Other protests demanded Lord Protector Fortinbraz step down. Others simply demanded vaccines to the virus killing the country. And of course all of the fraction movements inside the country jumped on the opporunity, as Communists, Fascists and Theocratic Fanatics sprang into action.
But Fortinbraz was now a broken man. His wife dead, he immidiately threw the blame onto his long time Political Rival, the elected Supreme Consul of the Coalition, Karl Mornov, arguably the second most powerful man in Kroando. The Director of the Coalitionist Guard, the Secret Police of Kroando, Hannibal Carvas was ordered by the Lord Protector himself to place the Supreme Consul under arrest, with extreme predjudice. The order was to be carried out at around 2:30 the morning of the Ministress' Assassination. However what ensued was chaos. Supreme Consul Karl Mornov, suspecting retribution for an assassination he was not in the least bit responsible for, contacted his brother, Victor Mornov in the north, the Supreme Commander of all Northern Forces, currently locked in combat with the Spizanians. He had some four hundred men stationed at his mansion, along with multiple armored vehicles.
The attack was a debacle, as Coalitionist Guard Agents were cut down in their clandestine assault on the mansion by the combination of Military Legionnaires and the Supreme Consul's Personal Guard. The gunfight was soon publicized, and the two camps were at one another's throats. The protests often turning violent nation wide, strikes soon became an issue, with scores of Helicon Factories shutting down due to the issues of the nation. And of course, the factories were soon under attack... molotov cocktails, rocks, stones... angry mobs. Lynchings of Corporate Officials were swift as the property of Richard Helicon burned. Retaliation from the Mercenary Forces of the Corporation was swifty, as they assassinated dozens of Union leaders and Worker Party Officials, taking out leadership figures, tossing the situation deeper into the pit of anarchy.
There Will Be Order
Soon after police began to put down the riots, firing tear gas... and bullets into the crowds. Soldiers, Legionnaires, Police and Riot Breakers were released throughout the cities to put down the infected masses, forcing them into their homes, into jail, or into their graves. Thousands lay dead the day after as an eire silence came over the nation, like the quiet before the storm, as none knew exactly what was to come. Starvation was becoming an ever more real possibility, and even though the Mongols were temporarily halted by the Urals, none were sure how long this would last.
Many religious figures began prophesizing the 'End Times', as disease struck down even more, the death toll reaching one hundred thousand nation wide within two weeks. Rationing was emplaced by the thousands of Legionnaires deployed throughout the cities, and the cohorts of masked police officers that seemed as intent upon killing civilians as it did maintaining orders. Bodies lay rotting throughout the cities, littering streets as detained civilians were forced to drag their decaying, infected comrades out of the cities, and into massive burn piles. This task often took weeks, as it took quite some time to walk across a city, let alone drag a body. And as all gasoline was under stringent rationing, none was to be wasted. Those which were still employed were escorted from their homes to work by armed guards, equipped with kevlar suites, riot gear and masks. Those which emerged without escort, or transit permits, were promptly beaten, or killed. Many tried to escape their prisons of apartment cells to scavenge for food, which was delivered slowly and inefficiently by soldiers. The nation was in trouble, as Archbishop Benedict IX increased hysteria with his proclemation of the end of the world. The religious leader of the people, the Church of Kroando has stated that the nation was ending, the people needed to prepare for the Apocolypse. The Government factions, though enraged, were powerless, knowing that the end of his life may very well mean full scale revolution.
Problems were rising in Kroando.