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OOC: This is a reconstruction thread of the now-occupied Hatarian colony of China, and the Pact re-shaping it in its image

The following document was issued by the Skgorrian Ministry For Occupied Territories:

Statement Of Intentions With Regards To The Occupied Colonies Of Hataria

Being the intentions and aims of the Pact of Iron to be imposed upon the defeated provinces of Western Hatarian China, referred to hereafter as ‘Pact of Iron China’, that fall under the occupation of the forces of ‘Kampfgruppe Totalerkrieg’:

1. ‘Pact of Iron China’ is to be fully integrated into the Pact of Iron as a colony and will remain so until the situation changes

2. The Hatarian power structure is to be dissolved immediately and all power is to be turned over to an interim Pact of Iron military government which will hold total power over ‘Pact of Iron China’

3. Within two years, the interim Pact of Iron military government of ‘Pact of Iron China’ will be replaced by a civilian body that will rule with the consent and protection of the Pact of Iron

4. Storm-General Beckenbauer, with the aid of whomever the Skgorrian or Atopian authorities choose to assist him, will form the Government of ‘Pact of Iron China’ with the blessing and support of the Pact of Iron

5. Any remaining Hatarian military formations will be disbanded and all war material and supplies are to be commandeered by the Pact of Iron. Hatarian POWs will be treated with the dignity and grace that is given to them under the Brzno Accords

6. When released from temporary holding camps, amnesty will be granted to the surviving members of the Hatarian military and bureaucracy providing they register with either K Division or Special Action Division

7. All surviving Hatarian settlements of city-size or above are to be reconfigured to improve efficiency

8. All members of previously banned political and religious organisations must attend consultation sessions in order to assist in the reconstruction of Pact of Iron territory

9. There will be only extremely limited emigration of any sort from ‘Pact of Iron China’, as we wish to avoid a “brain-drain”. The former Hatarian citizens have nothing to fear

10. There will be no conscription of Hatarians into either the Skgorrian Army, Air Force, Strategic Rocket Forces, Coastal Patrol Force, SS, the Atopian Army, Air Force, Navy, Strategic Rocket Forces or Space Force or any other Skgorrian or Atopian military force unless a State of General Emergency is declared

This document is approved and ratified by the Fuhrer of Skgorria and the Primo of Atopiana, with the full support of the Caudillo of Grossetape

The Caudillo is pleased with the victory over Hataria, and has authorised the release of several police units to assist in the reconstruction of Zone G.

Reconstruction Camp 309, NW Zone G:

Rain drummed incessantly on the tin roof of the temporary HQ hut, and Major-General Brand of K Division sighed. Right, he thought as he flicked through the dossier, ten more minutes of this and it's ear def time..

He looked at his watch. Twenty past seven in the evening. The convoy was late - odd, for Skgorrians. No matter. They could handle themselves, he decided, as he stuffed his ear defenders in place.

Throwing the dossier onto his desk, he looked out of the window onto the camp itself. In the dusk and rain, it lurked, like a sick, wet, animal. Fitting accomodation for criminals and recidivists, he'd been told. Well, he just wished they'd built fitting accomodation for the camp commander - how was he supposed to do any work at all in this weather?

Sighing, he sat back in his chair and picked up his battered copy of The Story of O. He'd just got to a good bit, and couldn't be bothered to go out in the storm to check his guards. They were all trustworthy and efficient troopers from K Division, his NCOs would sort it all out.

Meanwhile, in the pissing rain, a construction crew had just finished opening Disposal Trench Number One...

Official Message form the United Dominion

Very good, nazis or whatever you are. Just know this, I’m watching you with open eyes and listening with open ears. If something bad happens in China, I’ll unleash my wraith of you and free your lands from your hold.

And keep your nose clean. Drugs only mess up your head.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

The Caudillo would like it known that the Republic of Grossetape is Falangist, not national socialist. We are, however, allied to national socialists in the shape of Skgorria.

In addition, the Caudillo thanks the United Dominion of Transvestites for their attention - it's not often people take notice of Grossetape.

Official Communique From The Skgorrian Foreign Ministry

Thankyou for your concern

Reconstruction Camp 309, NW Zone G

The Skgorrian convoy rolled into the base, spraying mud over any unfortunate workers or soldiers. Guarding either end of the convoy was a BMP-3 and in the middle was a ZSU tracked AA gun. In between these armoured guardians were a total of six Ural trucks, their canvas effective at stopping the rain from entering but with the rear open to the elements, the soldiers sitting at the rear got rather sodden.

As the vehicles drove to a halt, 2 squads of soldiers leapt out of the APCs and fell into 3 ranks with an officer in front of them.
"PLATOON! PLATOON...'SHUN!" bellowed the officer and the Skgorrians snapped into line with the efficency of many years on the drill square and the battlefield. The officer marched over to Brand and saluted, then offered his hand.
"Brand, you old bastard," grinned Storm-General Beckenbauer. "Good to see you. What lovely weather we're having?"

"Ah, Beckenbauer, you swine," laughed Brand as he shook the proffered hand, "I haven't forgotten that time you pulled out and left my flank to dry. I owe you a scar for that one. Anyway, come inside out of this shitty weather and we can discuss matters over a drink and a game of chess. Maybe this time I'll beat you."

Meanwhile, K Division troopers began pulling inmates out of the convoy, shoving them into lines in the drill square...

"After you Major-General, you may as well lead me to your command post as it'll be the only time you've effectively led anything," chuckled the Skgorrian general as he followed his old friend. "If I'd have told my daughter to keep her divisions on that beach, they'd have been miles away from AA support. Speaking of which, she's just finished directing her own film. How she finds time to do that and command my old Battlegroup is beyond me."

Behind the senior officers, a SAD NCO bellowed at his men.
"PLATOON...FALL OUT! Right you lot, let's help K Division seperate these men." The Skgorrians began to divide the prisoners into two groups, ethnic Chinese and Hatarians.

"Haha, you know us K Div types - we don't lead, we investigate. It was only a fuck-up that had me leading a combat unit anyway... say hello to your daughter for me next time you see her," grinned Brand as he pushed open the wooden door and shook off his waterproof, "she really is a chip off the old block. You should be proud. Now, is it cognac or whisky you prefer, I never could remember."

As the Skgorrians began seperating them on ethnic grounds, the K Division men split them again into men and women, with children below the age of 10 being herded into a seperate group for further relocation.

"Wouldn't want you anywhere near the front now would we Brand?" winked Beckenbauer as he removed his peaked cap, shaking off the excess moisture. "A single whiskey please, and if I didn't know you better I'd say you were a fan of my daughter. Quite the handful you know," Beckenbauer grimaced.

At the parade ground, the SAD NCO approached the Hatarians.
"On your knees!" He ordered, injecting venom into his voice.
"I Am Never Going To Kneel Western Dog, You Will Die" spoke the nearest Hatarian calmly, still wearing his tattered Hatarian army uniform. The other Hatarians took courage from this man's stand, putting on brave faces as the Special Action men loomed around them.
"I'm not going to ask you again sonny," snarled the NCO, "now, one more word out of your mouth and I'll stun you. Kneel." The Hatarian glared and began to speak,
"We wi". He never got the chance to finish his sentence, for the NCO pressed a stun baton into the Hatarian's stomach and sent a large electric shock into the prisoner, making him collapse into the mud. Turning to the other Hatarians, the NCO issued his orders.
"Kneel!"
The Hatarians knelt.
"Good, now maybe we can work together. Off to the barracks." The SAD men began dragging the Hatarians to their feet, waiting for the Atopians to show them where the prisoners were to go.

"Christ no, the frontline is bad for your health old chap. Whiskey - coming right up. I warn you now, the quality isn't brilliant around here but it's better than the lukewarm cat-piss the locals call beer. Ah, your daughter, well, who wouldn't be fond of her? I certainly wouldn't want anything to happen to her, either - the Pact of Iron would have lost a fine servant and warrior. Now," he said as he sat behind his desk, "this is the tedious stuff coming up. We need to build 50 miles of road in two weeks... and we've got a bunch of educated limp-wristers. Here's the dossier, you might find the post-it noted entries interesting. Ice?"

In the drill square, K Division soldiers began directing the Skgorrians to various barrack blocks...

Taking a sip of the whiskey, Beckenbauer winced.
"Good lord Brand, you're supposed to be head of the finest intelligence unit in Atopiana and you can't even find some damned decent whiskey. If the Hatarians drink shit like this, no wonder all of them are bat-shit insane and agressive." Setting the drink down, Beckenbauer dropped his banterous tone. "I have some bad news: the CFSS have taken a special interest in this group and want to come out and look at them." He took the dossier and started to flick through it...

The Skgorrians herded the prisoners into the barracks and assigned them each a bunk.
"You will be woken at dawn and worked until dusk. Your life is about to become as hellish as those you made suffer," swore the SAD NCO, his swagger stick thrashing against the wall as he paced angrily in front of the rows of now-terrified prisoners. "And if ONE of you miserable sods thinks about escaping, then by the gods I'll cut their balls off and graft it to their ears!" The troops then turned off the lights and left, leaving the terrified Hatarians in the dark.

"Well, given that our troops razed pretty much everything higher than the ground during our conquest, good liquor is hard to come by..." then, shocked, Brand hissed, "What was that about the CFSS?"

The Atopians were impressed by the attitude of SAD, and some K Division troops began to take notes.

"I have no idea what they want," sighed Beckenbauer, "but they want to come and have a look. Creepy bastards they are, worse than my Specialists. Speaking of which," he leaned in conspiratorially, "I have this new chap: Yuklig, can do amazing things with this dog of his. I'll have to show you some time."

The SAD men glared at the K Division troops who were taking notes.
"Hey sarge," crumbled a private, "how come they get notebooks?"
"Because they have a decent supply train private, now hurry up and help me wire this bomb."
"Yessir"

"Bugger. CFSS were always the hardest to infiltrate back in the day. Ah well, I suppose we'll just have to buck up and give them what they want. Game of chess?"

One of the K Division men started to kick a Hatarian who'd been unable to stagger into the barrack blocks before they'd been locked.

"Scum! Useless waste of air!"

"Why not, beats drinking this piss water," grinned Beckenbauer. "Dibs on white," he demanded, wondering if Brand would get the joke.

Observing the K Division man kicking the Hatarian, some of the SAD began to take notes.
"I like his swing " one offered.
"Nah, he's not got his other foot planted firmly enough - see, sir?"
"Oooo yes, well spotted Corporal."
"Thanks sir. Should we join in?"
"Oh hell I'm bored, why not. Grab some sticks, lets go beat the side of the barracks."

The 2 squads of SAD men took their batons and began to hammer against the side of the Hatarian barracks, yelling obscenities and curses.
"Miserable germs!"
"Just wait 'til morning, you scum!"
"We're going to fooking do you, we are!"

"Hah, always the racial supremacist. White it is," grinned Brand, spinning the board to the right sides, "and I predict you suffer checkmate in 12 moves."

Outside, the Atopian corrected his stance, thanked the Skgorrian, and resumed kicking the hapless inmate.