Red Tide2
03-07-2007, 20:05
Ariga, Totalitarian State of Red Tide
'What the hell is this all about now...'
Vyachselav Gromkyo, Foreign Minister of the Totalitarian State of Red Tide, wondered for the umpteenth time that evening. Narmonov had a habit of assembling the Council of Ministers at odd times. Right now, it was five-thirty, almost dinner, and Narmonov wanted all the ministers at his Dacha.
The General-Secretaries Dacha, known simply as the GSD, was located across State Square from the Ministry of Interior and at the center of the Red Tidean Capital. The GSD acted as the ruling General-Secretaries home and work quarters, while its location at State Square meant that most military parades could be viewed from there. The GSD also was the meeting place for the Council of Ministers.
Only one part of the Dacha, the observation deck, actually could be seen from outside its grounds, more specifically the State Square. The rest of it was inside fortified concrete walls thirty feet high that went around the complex. There was only one entrance gate, protected by two pillboxes that jutted out from the walls. One held a 30mm auto-cannon, the other held multiple 15.5mm machine guns.
Patrolling the walls were members of the Current Gaurd, the elite shocktroops of the Red Tide Military. The Dacha had two barrack complexes and a vehicloe depot hosting an entire Current Gaurd Mechanized Regiment, 2,500 men. There were WHIRLWIND Anti-Air/Anti-Missile Gun Systems sprinkled liberally throughout the compound, as well as a battery of ten MDM-4 Surface-Air Missile Launchers and a single MDM-5B Anti-Ballistic Missile Launcher.
Gromkyo watched the Current Gaurdsmen standing around in their steel battlesuits, just watching them as his limo drove past. It pulled up to the office part of the Dacha, the place where the General-Secretary worked and the Ministers met. His Chaffeur got out and held open the door for him as he climbed out of the limo. Then the Chaffeur closed the door, got back in the Limo, and drove to park it with the others.
Narmonov walked into the main entrance hall and was met by two Current Gaurdsmen. He was escorted up a series of stairwells, until he found himself on the third floor. He then went into the main office itself.
Once there, he discovered all of the Ministers had already arrived... except the General-Secretary. He nodded to the Minister of Defense, his name was Nusboym Murmansk, a former Field Marshal who Gromkyo knew as an associate(nobody this high up in the TSRT Government had any friends), before taking his place where the Foreign Minister should go.
The men chatted ambly about themselves... and Gromkyo simply began going over papers. He didnt even have to look up when Narmonov entered the room, you could tell from the hush that fell over everybody in it. He did anyways, because one was ALWAYS polite to the General-Secretary.
Basvorich Ivanov Narmonov, General-Secretary of the Totalitarian State of Red Tide(the name placard said GS-TSRT), had often been referred to by foreigners as 'Joseph Stalin reincarnate'. He didnt look like Stalin, he was taller, a tad more handsome, didnt have a mustache, and didnt have a double chin. They also didnt have the same upbringing, Narmonov was the son of a well-off Intellegince-Commissarat General who was not abusive at all, but that is where the differences ended.
He shared a habit with Stalin, namely, smoking a tobacco pipe that looked like it indeed belonged in the 1940s. He also shared a personality, Narmonov was calm, cold, calculating, and ruthless. When upset, he didnt yell or bluster, he simply fixated you with a glare as cold as midwinter in Trinatov(a small port city in the mountain provinces where temperatures in the Winter were always below freezing at best). All of these were the same traits Stalin had had.
Gromkyo glanced carefully at his watch, it was Six o'clock, the meeting was starting a few minutes late. Narmonov walked over to the highest position behind where his name placard sat, shuffled some papers, and then cleared his throat in the midst of a dead silence in which one could hear a pin drop from across the room.
"Comrades..." That was a term left over from the old Communist days, but Narmonov used it anyways. "I have called this meeting in regard to the current situation in the world. I am sure you know what I am referring too."
Everybody, of course, knew what he was referring too. It seemed like the tenous peace and minor conflicts had fallen apart ever since Automagfreek had invaded Doomingsland. Now, the Sovereign League and the New Alliance Treaty Organisation were embroiled in a massive war. Red Tide had chosen to favor neither side, given that Narmonov had likings to the Freeks, Doomies, and even some members of the Sovereign League.
Of course, since it was neutral, that meant that Red Tidean Merchant Ships would probably be sunk with great gusto by both sides. It was the price to pay for neutrality.
Narmonov went on, "I have deemed it reasonable that due to this chain of events, it would be good for us to take advantage of the ongoing chaos."
Gromkyo sat up straight, then checked the room, managing to keep the rest of his own body features in check. One or two in the room had curious looks on their faces, a few still had stoic expressions, the rest had grasped at where Narmonov was going with this and displayed looks ranging from stoicism to, in one case, horror.
'That guy wont last long.' Gromkyo thought.
"It is deemed the time to seize more land and the natural resources that go with them in order to keep our economy running." Narmonov said. "We will, at a undertermined point of time in the future, initiate hostilities with the Republic of Kanami."
There was a long silence. Then the Minister of Industry said, "May I, Comrade General-Secretary?"
Narmonov nodded.
"Why Kanami?" He went on.
"A good question, well, we have fought before, they are weaker, if only somewhat, then us. Also, despite the destruction of almost half their active naval forces in the Liberation of Corona at our hands, they still persist in meddling in other nations buisness." Narmonov replied.
"And how do we get the Casus Belli?" The Minister of Information(a subtle name for propaganda) asked.
Narmonov outlined a plan developed by the Intellegince-Commissarat. It was audacious and would probably work, Gromkyo nodded at it.
"Very well comrades, now Comrade Minister." Narmonov said, looking at the Minister of Information, "You are to prepare our people, mentally, for this war. And Pyetor..."
The minister of Natural Resources, the one who had displayed horror when the topic was mentioned, head had shot up.
"Would you please come with me?" Narmonov finished coolly.
Pyetor looked around for support, found none, and reluctantly walked off with the General-Secretary.
It was the next day when Gromkyo found out that Pyetor had been labelled a 'Enemy of the State' and had been executed... quietly, of course.
Over the next couple of weeks, anti-Kanami propaganda in the Red Tidean new media would begin to ramp up. Slowly at first, but it quickly became noticable to those with the proper RADIO recievers.
'What the hell is this all about now...'
Vyachselav Gromkyo, Foreign Minister of the Totalitarian State of Red Tide, wondered for the umpteenth time that evening. Narmonov had a habit of assembling the Council of Ministers at odd times. Right now, it was five-thirty, almost dinner, and Narmonov wanted all the ministers at his Dacha.
The General-Secretaries Dacha, known simply as the GSD, was located across State Square from the Ministry of Interior and at the center of the Red Tidean Capital. The GSD acted as the ruling General-Secretaries home and work quarters, while its location at State Square meant that most military parades could be viewed from there. The GSD also was the meeting place for the Council of Ministers.
Only one part of the Dacha, the observation deck, actually could be seen from outside its grounds, more specifically the State Square. The rest of it was inside fortified concrete walls thirty feet high that went around the complex. There was only one entrance gate, protected by two pillboxes that jutted out from the walls. One held a 30mm auto-cannon, the other held multiple 15.5mm machine guns.
Patrolling the walls were members of the Current Gaurd, the elite shocktroops of the Red Tide Military. The Dacha had two barrack complexes and a vehicloe depot hosting an entire Current Gaurd Mechanized Regiment, 2,500 men. There were WHIRLWIND Anti-Air/Anti-Missile Gun Systems sprinkled liberally throughout the compound, as well as a battery of ten MDM-4 Surface-Air Missile Launchers and a single MDM-5B Anti-Ballistic Missile Launcher.
Gromkyo watched the Current Gaurdsmen standing around in their steel battlesuits, just watching them as his limo drove past. It pulled up to the office part of the Dacha, the place where the General-Secretary worked and the Ministers met. His Chaffeur got out and held open the door for him as he climbed out of the limo. Then the Chaffeur closed the door, got back in the Limo, and drove to park it with the others.
Narmonov walked into the main entrance hall and was met by two Current Gaurdsmen. He was escorted up a series of stairwells, until he found himself on the third floor. He then went into the main office itself.
Once there, he discovered all of the Ministers had already arrived... except the General-Secretary. He nodded to the Minister of Defense, his name was Nusboym Murmansk, a former Field Marshal who Gromkyo knew as an associate(nobody this high up in the TSRT Government had any friends), before taking his place where the Foreign Minister should go.
The men chatted ambly about themselves... and Gromkyo simply began going over papers. He didnt even have to look up when Narmonov entered the room, you could tell from the hush that fell over everybody in it. He did anyways, because one was ALWAYS polite to the General-Secretary.
Basvorich Ivanov Narmonov, General-Secretary of the Totalitarian State of Red Tide(the name placard said GS-TSRT), had often been referred to by foreigners as 'Joseph Stalin reincarnate'. He didnt look like Stalin, he was taller, a tad more handsome, didnt have a mustache, and didnt have a double chin. They also didnt have the same upbringing, Narmonov was the son of a well-off Intellegince-Commissarat General who was not abusive at all, but that is where the differences ended.
He shared a habit with Stalin, namely, smoking a tobacco pipe that looked like it indeed belonged in the 1940s. He also shared a personality, Narmonov was calm, cold, calculating, and ruthless. When upset, he didnt yell or bluster, he simply fixated you with a glare as cold as midwinter in Trinatov(a small port city in the mountain provinces where temperatures in the Winter were always below freezing at best). All of these were the same traits Stalin had had.
Gromkyo glanced carefully at his watch, it was Six o'clock, the meeting was starting a few minutes late. Narmonov walked over to the highest position behind where his name placard sat, shuffled some papers, and then cleared his throat in the midst of a dead silence in which one could hear a pin drop from across the room.
"Comrades..." That was a term left over from the old Communist days, but Narmonov used it anyways. "I have called this meeting in regard to the current situation in the world. I am sure you know what I am referring too."
Everybody, of course, knew what he was referring too. It seemed like the tenous peace and minor conflicts had fallen apart ever since Automagfreek had invaded Doomingsland. Now, the Sovereign League and the New Alliance Treaty Organisation were embroiled in a massive war. Red Tide had chosen to favor neither side, given that Narmonov had likings to the Freeks, Doomies, and even some members of the Sovereign League.
Of course, since it was neutral, that meant that Red Tidean Merchant Ships would probably be sunk with great gusto by both sides. It was the price to pay for neutrality.
Narmonov went on, "I have deemed it reasonable that due to this chain of events, it would be good for us to take advantage of the ongoing chaos."
Gromkyo sat up straight, then checked the room, managing to keep the rest of his own body features in check. One or two in the room had curious looks on their faces, a few still had stoic expressions, the rest had grasped at where Narmonov was going with this and displayed looks ranging from stoicism to, in one case, horror.
'That guy wont last long.' Gromkyo thought.
"It is deemed the time to seize more land and the natural resources that go with them in order to keep our economy running." Narmonov said. "We will, at a undertermined point of time in the future, initiate hostilities with the Republic of Kanami."
There was a long silence. Then the Minister of Industry said, "May I, Comrade General-Secretary?"
Narmonov nodded.
"Why Kanami?" He went on.
"A good question, well, we have fought before, they are weaker, if only somewhat, then us. Also, despite the destruction of almost half their active naval forces in the Liberation of Corona at our hands, they still persist in meddling in other nations buisness." Narmonov replied.
"And how do we get the Casus Belli?" The Minister of Information(a subtle name for propaganda) asked.
Narmonov outlined a plan developed by the Intellegince-Commissarat. It was audacious and would probably work, Gromkyo nodded at it.
"Very well comrades, now Comrade Minister." Narmonov said, looking at the Minister of Information, "You are to prepare our people, mentally, for this war. And Pyetor..."
The minister of Natural Resources, the one who had displayed horror when the topic was mentioned, head had shot up.
"Would you please come with me?" Narmonov finished coolly.
Pyetor looked around for support, found none, and reluctantly walked off with the General-Secretary.
It was the next day when Gromkyo found out that Pyetor had been labelled a 'Enemy of the State' and had been executed... quietly, of course.
Over the next couple of weeks, anti-Kanami propaganda in the Red Tidean new media would begin to ramp up. Slowly at first, but it quickly became noticable to those with the proper RADIO recievers.