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The Veneto Basin Affair (Haven, closed, ATTN Empiricalis)

No endorse
12-03-2007, 02:26
Atal Amner scanned the crowd, gathered before him, reveling in the moment. Thousands, no, over a million were present to hear him speak at the annual ‘State of the Motherland’ address, chanting songs and waving the banners of the Glorious Motherland. Everywhere there were government officials, keeping order, providing security, and managing the colossal sound system constructed for the event. Finally, the soaring overtures and themes being piped over the speakers concluded, and an orderly signaled the Prime Minister. He glanced behind to Violet, smiling up from her seat among the numerous orderlies. She was beautiful, despite the horrible toll her injuries had taken upon her, and as she smiled at him, he felt infallible.

“BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF THE MOTHERLAND! I come before you bearing good tidings!” The crowd began to quiet down, settling in for yet another long speech. A State of the Motherland speech is quite possibly the longest speech any person in No Endorse has to make. Stretching over the first five days of the New Year, this series of speeches covers every facet of No Endorse life, from the latest fashions to the most recent laws passed, featuring a statement from anyone with any sort of political power. They were a time of celebration and community, a preparation for the coming year and a reflection of the last. The Prime Minister, of course, always speaks last, summing up the past days’ speeches into a single statement, spanning hours.

However, on this fifth day of January, Amner was going to break tradition, quite possibly for the first time in his life. After several moments, he smiled, and, gesturing about him, uttered a single statement. “The Nation has never been better.” After a few moments, of stunned silence, a few whispers began to rip through the crowd. Pausing just a second longer for dramatic effect, Amner leapt right into his speech.

“In the time since I first took up leadership of this nation ten short years ago, after the tragic death of my brother Gale, we have made significant progress. The administration before last, that of the corrupt Lynne Burke, was a complete disaster. No Endorse was a paper tiger both at home and abroad, her military might blunted through constant hammering at irrelevant entities around the world stage. Under Prime Ministress Burke, No Endorse saw an unrestrained economic boom, the economy galloping ahead at an unhealthy pace, rapidly outpacing any sort of stability that could be installed. This lack of foresight precipitated the severe economic depression that initiated the Citizen’s Revolution. Under Burke’s administration, foreign policy amounted to Miss Burke seducing foreign leaders to her bidding. This proved to be a highly ineffective tactic considering her ‘assets.’” Small peals of laughter shot through the crowd, uneasily attempting to see where the Prime Minister was going with this untraditional statement.

“The next administration, under my brother, was a powerful, but slightly misguided authority, ensuring that No Endorse was powerful internally, but ignoring external power. As a result, we were unable to render assistance to any of our foreign dependants for some time, severely damaging our already questionable international relations with every nation but our longtime ally of Whyatica. Since that time, we have built back up our relations with new and old allies, reforging the great Motherland from a backward state to a powerhouse in North Haven. Our membership in the APOC ensures positive relations with the strongest nations in existence, and other treaties and agreements with nations have created a New Diplomacy for No Endorse.”

“Today, we enter the age of New Diplomacy. The economy is more powerful than at any point under the Burke or Gale Amner administration, an impressive feat considering the recent tragedies at home. Crime rates are at a low, as are radiation levels across No Endorse. Finally, the reconstruction of the Military is finally complete, bringing us into the new reality of a nation of five billion, from our old mindset of a nation of one billion.”

“Therefore, it is time for us to exert our newfound capabilities, to look beyond our borders, and to show our potential enemies that we mean business. It is now time to demonstrate the heights that can be achieved by exerting the natural laws over man, and it is time to once again renew our vows to our foreign commitments.”

“You all know of the Veneto Basin, the old state of the Nempiran Republic, and a festering cesspool on our borders. For ninety nine years, the Nempiran people, and our racial kinfolk, the Nempiran Endorsians, have withered under the oppressive yoke of the Empiricalian state of Tigris. They have shown themselves to be but mere replications of the Burke administration, and it is almost certain that they owe their very existence to her diplomatic indiscretions, and are one of the nations suspected of harboring her over the last fifteen years. Over the last century, the Tigri have committed grave atrocities across the Veneto Basin, brutally suppressing any and all attempts at intellectual discourse, political and social improvement, and even economic development. As I speak, Tigri police squads move uncontested through the streets of the basin, and Endorsians and Nempirans disappear without warning.”

“For too long we have left our brethren under the misguided and autocratic rule of Tigris, and, by extension, the communist state of Empiricalis. It is time to show our abandoned brothers and sisters that we have not forgotten them in our quest for power and perfection. Therefore, with full support from the Parliament, I declare war on the Empiricalian state of Tigris. In one week’s time, on the centennial of the Tigri annexation of the Nempiran Republic, No Endorse troops will begin to retake the entirety of the Veneto Basin, from the sea to Ato-Sara. The state of Tigris is advised to stand down and allow such liberation to occur painlessly. Any and all resistance will bring a full scale invasion of Tigris.”

“Such liberation is impossible without sacrifices from the Sons and Daughters of the Motherland. The Army will announce its draft numbers tomorrow evening, but any who sign up before that point will receive preferential unit placement. Therefore, brothers and sisters, I bid you to go forth and register for the glory of the Motherland, the betterment of the Veneto Basin situation, and the purification of the human race. The future is never certain, but I can say to you with confidence, that the fittest is No Endorse, and as the laws of nature are absolute, so is our victory.”

Amner switched off the microphone, reveling in the thunderous applause. It was the shortest State of the Motherland speech in recorded history, and one of the boldest to boot. He walked down off the stage and began shaking hands, as well as signing autographs, kissing babies, and, where appropriate, beautiful women. Violet would be annoyed, but it was all for the cameras. She knew that she dominated Atal’s life like no other force. After several minutes, an orderly came to whisk Atal and Violet into a waiting limo, signaling the official ending of the State of the Motherland festivities.

In the vehicle, Atal poured a glass of wine for himself and Violet. She held it aloft, smiling from ear to ear. “To No Endorse!” “Aye,” he nodded, downing his and pouring another. “To No Endorse.”

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Along the No Endorse-Empiricalis border, hundreds of troops began to arrive. Entire staging bases, closed since the last round of budget ‘re-examinations and re-allocations,’ were hurriedly reopened. The vast military might of No Endorse stood poised on the brink; ships filled Carranda harbor, tanks flooded the streets, and every High-Speed Atomic Train seemed to be filled with a thousand men.

Missiles and planes of every form were readied. Even the dozens of ALDA-B sites were activated to maximum readiness, prepared to eliminate any strategic missile threat. But even with all of this buildup, there was not a single boot in the DMZ. No shots were fired, no planes entered Tigri airspace. Everything waited for the Centennial.


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For a tiny bit of background, check here: http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/The_Veneto_Basin_Affair
Whyatica
13-03-2007, 00:35
OOC:Empiricalis here, too lazy to log out
The Veneto Basin
Tigrii police squadrons did move uncontested through the Basin - the annexation had commenced swiftly and bloodlessly, at first, for the mighty Tigrii Army had caught everyone in the Basin, and on the other side of the river in No Endorse, by surprise. Veneto was a highly volatile zone, for Nempirans, Tigrii, and Endorsians lived together under a fragile peace enforced only by Tigrii police and military soldiers. The infrastructure was nigh nonexistant in areas, with no running water, little food, and thousands upon thousands of people. The one thing that made the Veneto Basin worth controlling, however, was the manpower available to whoever had the land - cheap labour by the thousands was being shipped out of the Basin into the larger cities of Tigris, working in factories and farms.

The dedicated military presence was a mere division for the entire Basin - Endorsian buildup had not been caught yet by Tigrii satellites, the border between the Basin and No Endorse had always been militarized, even moreso after Tigris annexed the land it now exploited. Amner and his mind-slaves, as they were called in Tigris and the neighboring state of Emprici, were no threat to them. The single division in the Basin could hold for a very long time if the Endorsians made the mistake of attacking, and the Tigrii felt so confident about their own abilities, that they believed their army of 21 divisions could hold back any advance indefinetly. There was, however, the demon option - make a deal with the communist Empirici state for defense, but everyone in Tigris had the sneaking suspicion that Empirici would hang Tigris out to dry if it an invasion was coming.

And the invasion was coming - but the Empirici were not ready for it.
No endorse
08-04-2007, 06:38
Admiral Jackson entered the red-lit officer’s mess, forcing the door shut behind him. “Colder’n a commie’s tit out there.” He checked his watch, and then the clock on the wall. He looked up at the cluster of captains and admirals already gathered seeing everyone was now here. “Am I late?”

“No,” called one of his captains, “Instructions are to open at exactly twenty four hundred hours.”

“Excellent.” The High Admiral of the Southern Fleet pulled a small ID booklet out of his coat, showing it to a nearby MP. The MP nodded, and passed the booklet back. “Any news of Tigri ship movements?” He began opening a small safe, dialing in a series of codes on multiple dials.

An officer lounging near the ‘Big Board’ flipped a switch, illuminating the situation. “They started mobilizing a few days ago, soon as they noticed the buildup. I imagine the speech had something to do with it too. Most of the movement is on the Army side of things, rushing soldiers to the front, mobilizing more units, et cetera. Their few battle groups have been mobilized, ready for a last stand I imagine.” Jackson nodded, pulling a thick manila envelope from the safe.

He stood up, closing the safe and spinning all of the dials. “Well… by my watch it’s Twenty Four Hundred. Let’s give ‘em hell.” About the room, officers began opening their folders, individual orders and situational outlines getting spread across the mess. Jackson opened his own, examining a summary of every order at every captain under his command. On top, however, was a dispatch from the Prime Minister himself.

Salutations Brother in Arms, a grand task lies before us.

Proceed with your southern formations to engage the enemy, and sink or take prize all naval ships. You will, of course, be given full strategic leeway in this matter, and universal clearance to utilize the necessary tools in the area to achieve victory. These will include shore based air and missile units, as well as any necessary landing formations. Eliminate all vessels, fleets in being, et cetera. Once this is accomplished, proceed to take as prize all possible naval support areas.

Your forces are cleared to enjoy the spoils of war as much as is appropriate should the time arise….
Leave it to Amner to think of something like that. Only he could make the order ‘rape the women and pillage the town’ sound reasonable.
…. however, there must be no obstruction to the ultimate goal: occupation of the Veneto and the utter destruction of Tigris. I give you full discretion in how you go about doing so.
Atal Amner
Atal Amner
P.S. I’m terribly sorry, but in my haste I forgot to ask, how’s the knee? I know it was bothering you significantly last we met.
Typical…. Jackson peeled a crushed crumpet out from between two sheets of wax paper in his stack and nibbled at it, leaning back against a counter. “These orders seem to give us plenty of leeway, huh boys?” He was greeted by a chorus of “Aye”s. Smirking and skimming over the strategic and tactical summaries again, he tucked the stack into his coat pocket. “Well, Amner says ‘You are cleared to enjoy the spoils of war, if you so desire.’” Jackson imitated the Prime Ministers manner of speaking as best he could, drawing snickers from all in the room. “This, of course means, rape and pillage as much as you please. Orders are to depart at Oh-Two-Hundred, I expect you all to be ready at Oh-One-Hundred, no exceptions.” He rose, returning the perfunctory salutes, and exited the building, pulling his greatcoat about himself.

“You know you really shouldn’t do stuff like that.” Jackson wheeled about, finding himself face to face with his first mate. “You’re worried about our secret political officer finding out?” Jackson grinned, struggling to not laugh aloud. He motioned for the officer to walk with him back towards their ship “Cooper wasn’t in the room, and even if so, we’re on good terms.” The officer started, glancing at his superior. “Cooper is our P-O?”

The admiral merely winked at his officer. “Captains are never told who their P-Os are, right?” “Aye sir.”

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Atal Amner sat back in his office, beaming at the ‘big board,’ passing Violet a cup of tea. “My dear, it has been only a few hours, but look at our progress! South Fleet has left port and is proceeding at full speed towards the enemy fleet!” An aide at a nearby console pressed a few buttons, the approximate force composition of the fleet appearing on a large screen to the side. Dozens upon dozens of fleet icons surged across the screen, each representing a self-contained battlegroup. There were now so many divisions massed near the border that army emblems were displayed in their place, moving rapidly across the border.

“My dear, this is the day we’ve been waiting for. Veneto will be liberated!” Violet smiled at him and sipped her tea, laughing inwardly at her husband’s antics. “Of course dear, this is extremely interesting. However, it’s late, I must retire. Goodnight.” “Goodnight my dear. I shall stay up a while, this board is amazing. Is there no limit to what it can do?” Violet smiled as she let herself out of the strategic planning room. If only we could all be so easily amused.