NationStates Jolt Archive

For the first time in months, the Führer of the Austro-Hungarian Republik was about to make a public address. Thousands of citizens clothed in nothing but rags were gathered infront of the Reichsparteitag in Vienna, the Republik's capital. Even if Vienna was perhaps one of the most thriving city of Europe, the streets were shattered, and broken cobblestones lied about in heaps. No cars were to be seen, and most buildings in sight were either damaged or abadoned. The war had harmed everybody one way or another.

The crowd was cheering madly as they waited for their beloved Führer, and finally he arrived from a high balcony bordering Reichsparteitag. The shouts and cheers were intensify into a loud clamor, and lastly a distinct utter of words. "Sieg heil! Sieg Heil!" They shouted until the Führer came infront of a microphone, directly above the sea of people.

"I come before you today, in this fateful hour, to inform you of a serious decision which has been forced upon us as a result of the intransigent and provocative action of certain States. As you all know, the treat of Socialism is ever increasing. More and more nations are now following its evil and corrupt ways. They are in such number that we of the Great Austro-Hungarian Republik cannot but express our concerns for our People. These vile states are almost on our very borders, they threaten not only our homes, but our ways of life with annihilation. We cannot allow that. We cannot let ourselves, as members of this Great Nation, to be bullied around by inferior races which have assembled with greater numbers. Their arms are far-reaching, their confidence in their ability to crush Austria knows no bounds. We must be ready. For although no war has been declared, they are already plotting an offensive agaisn't us. I therefore urge you to arm yourselves, and join our most glorious army in this struggle. I can only hope that with our renewed strength we may once again be at peace. Thank you."

As the Führer pronounced his last words, the crowd was driven into a frenzy. The shouting was intensified, and the sea of people began marching towards the stragically placed conscription offices. Already Austria was preparing for war. An embargoes had been issued on the Italian Union, and they knew that many other countries in Europe might not have been please by this.

Fuhrer's Office

Fuhrer Kamph Lien stared into the papers that had been received from the German Republik in Central Europe, he was horrified. He continued to stare at the leaders, analyzing the repercussions that could have come from such an ambitious and irrational decision. He turned his glare towards Lieutenant Colonel Mark Maxon, "So, our Fascist brothers have decided to arm the common man?" He laughed with such detest it was almost inconceivable for a minimally competent man to miss. And Lt. Col. M.J. Maxon was competent.

"Well, sir." He began his speech, most-likely in defense of their Fascist brothers. "I believe we should let the Socialist states attempt to arm themselves, just as the USSR did back during the first Cold War." He smiled, slyly. "And we saw what happened to them during the end of the 20th and beginning of the 21st century. Socialism can't keep up with the demands they place on themselves, and are usually so deranged they actually strive to meet the un-meet-able."

The Furher agreed with the Lt. Col.'s perception of the for coming acts. "Very, well. Send a note of advocation to the German Republik." Lt. Col. M.J. Maxon bowed and ran towards the communications center and quickly composed a note to be sent to the German Republik.

Fort Walters

The streets were cracked, some nothing more than dirt patches warn down from marching soldiers. This was one of the only remaining institutions in the entire nation that still had vehicles, many of them were off-road as to escape the cost of maintaining roads. The roads themselves were covered with propaganda posters, pornography, and letters from soldier's girlfriends who had dumped their soldier boyfriends.

The fort was in some kind of order, with the highly-trained, at least compared to the remaining standing armies of the remaining world, soldiers. The troops were trained day and night with their in-expensive AK-74's and other assorted arms. None of the buildings had been washed upon them, or if they had, they had peeled off some time ago. The buildings were all uniformed red brick or dirt-covered tents.

The commander, Major Mike K. Walton was forced to stay in a two story building with no bomb shelter and flickering lights, next to the medical center, which in times of war would become a horror house. He had been the third commanding officer of the fort that month, the two others had committed suicide from lack of hope, the casualty rate in in the Nationalist Army was eight percent in maritime, almost all due to suicide.

The only sources of entertainment had just been brought to Fort Walters, but three had come. A gambling center and a strip club were the woman made a large amount of money. The last was a brothel, where the woman made an even larger amount of money, and due to the legalization, were checked for disease, as to keep death by AIDS rate low.

With this the maritime death rate in the military had dropped to two percent within the month, and over fifty percent of these were from accidents. Walton was the longest running commander of Fort Walters in nearly two years.

To Das Fuhrer of the German Republik
We have now established that we advocate your response to the
Socialist moves. Though some may see it at warmongering we see it as a step
in defense of your own nation and your own ideals, that are similar to ours.
We wish you luck in your embargoes.

*BUMP*