NationStates Jolt Archive


Massacre in the Capital (MT, Very Open)

Tartarystan
05-08-2007, 00:27
Tartarystan Broadcasting Corporation, TBC, 10:45 P.M, November 23rd, Live Feed

"This program is being also broadcasted on almost every channel in Tartarystan, Lakedaimon, and many other channels across the world."

A picture of the well-known flag of Tartarystan was hung near a flag that appeared to be a jet-black Lambda emblazoned a scarlet background. The flag of Lakedaimon.

"We come here today to witness what could be a historic reconcilliation between Tartarystan and Lakedaimon..."

It was unsurprising the two countries never got along. They bordered each one. One was Altaic (mostly Turkic), the other was Greek-speaking. Tartarystan was fanatically Christian by Lakedaimon was fanatically...pagan. After all, the Lakedaims viewed themselves as the "successors" of Sparta, even though...they didn't have much to do with Sparta, they emulated them regardless...kinda. In contrast, Tartarystan was more pacifist. Even though Tartarystan had a far larger population, they had a far smaller army. The population of Lakedaimon was only between a third or a fourth of Tartarystan but their army was considerably larger than the army of Tartarystan, perhaps close to twice as large. This made the Tartars wary of their hated opponent, but Tartarystan's industrial, commercial, and economic power made the Lakedaims very wary as well.

The screen shifted to a party of men walking toward a building. There were dozens of them, and it was obvious who they were. It was the Gerousia, twenty-eight members of the Council of Elders as well as the two kings of Lakedaimon, King Cleomenes I and King Anaxandridas II. One of the Kings appeared older, one appeared younger, the Council of Elders were unsurprisingly elderly. But despite that, they still appeared fit, buff, and with a fire in them. They also had with them around three dozen guards.

"The Lakedaimon delegation has arrived, moving on, we can see the Tartar delegation already arriving."

The Tartar delegation looked nothing like them. Several women and men, probably more women than men, were shown on the screen. There was the famed Imperial Chancellor Tulisen Cirgote in her instantly recognizable chancellor robes walking confidently accompanied by several individuals. There also appeared to be another individual that seemed unfamiliar. It appeared to be a young dashing women in a outlandish red fur coat complete with gold laces, green gloves, and an equally extraordinary red hat. She appeared to be somewhat slim and of above-average height, and she clearly stock out of the crowd. The reporter was somewhat confused until he realized who it was. She had bubbly eyes, obscenely long eyelashes, a rather pale complexion, and bright blond hair that went down to just above her shoulders.

"And...here we have the Imperial Chancellor, and our ever reclusive Empre- I mean Emperor Sereri IX..."

Yes, it did make sense. Supposedly, the "Emperor" was claimed by the National Assembly as Tartarystan's first male monarch, but nobody in the country believed it. Most believed it was just a ploy to placate gender rights activists in Tartarystan, and for good reason. It was a commmon and humorous political anecdote how that the National Assembly would deem what was so obviously a woman as the first male monarch. And another thing was that Sibeoci was a female name! It was almost humorous! In official documents, she was referred to as the Emperor, but everyone called her the Empress outside of them.

"Tartarystan and Lakedaimon are making their first diplomatic meeting in decades. As quoted, both sides were quite interested in ending the feud that these two nations have. Politicians from both countries have been called for reconciliation, resumption of diplomatic recognition, and the bloom of trade. The two Kings, Cleomenes I and Anazandridas II have been pushing for it in their country for months."

~~~
Tartarystan Broadcasting Corporation, TBC, 12:15 P.M, November 23rd, Live Feed

The commenter talked in a monotone voice, also bored out of his mind. There had been an hour of useless bantering as both sides expressed their willingness to bury the hatchet. Everyone knew what was going to happen...or what they thought was going to happen. The Imperial Chancellor had been doing most of the talking, while the two Kings and the elders they brought with them often replied with her. However, the two nations still distrusted each other. Each side had three dozen fully armed guards with them. Both sides had been as paranoid as to both erect machine guns on both sides of the rooms facing the negotiators. Still, nobody expected anything to happen. It was over in a minute.

It started with a shriek. It was a blood-piercing shriek that sounded like a woman was being torn to shreds by a gauntlet of torture machines. Someone panicked. Namely, a guard. Pvt. Magiya was enormously trigger happy. He let off a burst without even thinking. It struck the man on the Lakedaim machine gun, tearing bullet holes in his skull and sending blood erupting toward the feeling. They realized the Emperor was where the shriek originated from and had just collapsed on the ground just after the Lakedaim man died. The entire Tartar guard panicked and opened fire. Grenades were sent lobbing at the guard shattering huge holes in their ranks. Automatic assault cut them down before they could even aim their rifles. Machine gun fire just took down anything standing. The younger Laikdaim kings took dozens of bullets and collapsed in a bloody heap on the ground. The older King collapsed with just one word after being shot in the torso with half a dozen bullets.

"...murderers..."

In a few seconds, the entire Laikdaim delegation was dead. The commenter was watching this on video and turned white in disbelief on live T.V. with the rest of the country and probably the stations of many other countries. Laikdaim, Tartar, and many other citizens from other countries turned on their televisions to see the Laikdam Kings and their entire Council of Elders killed along with scores of guards. The only one who appeared unphased the Imperial Chancellor, who despite splattered in blood from the two Kings, still appeared normal. No one knew what the fate of the Emperor was...she had collapsed earlier and nobody saw what caused it.

"Thi-thi-just-in...massacre...at...the...summit...we'll...be...right on it."

*technical difficulties*

OOC: This has been just broadcasted inadvertently on almost major channel in Tartarystan and Laikdaimon (NPC nation), so I'd expect there to be an international response or at least a few nations keeping a tab on what's going to happen.
Fudk
05-08-2007, 01:33
"That aint good"

Jon Trout was watching this all from his desk.

"Hmmmm.....Alright. Mobilize the armed forces, and try and find out what happened to the Emporess- wait...I mean the "emporer." Ah, Fudk it , lets just call it the emporess. Alright if theres a war were going to be forced to intervene.
Interwebz
05-08-2007, 01:38
The Anonymous, Internet's Minister of Cthulture, was checking out rotten.com, while he noticed an influx of fresh pictures from Tartarystan.

*Blood*... - He was greedily copying all the pictures and video. Soon, unable to deal with the flow, he ordered his assistant, Anonymous, to do it for him, shile he wrote an email...


From: Anonymous, anonymous@anonymous.com
To: admin@tartarystan.gov
Subject: Torture pr0n

Thank you for supporting our pirated media broadcast with more blood.
We don't really care much about how many people die, but we would like to ensure this is known to everyone, and so ask for formal permission to broadcast whatever we gather all over the webs.

In return we could help with electronic intelligence (as far as anything on the Internet has to do with intelligence), and dig up anything which was ever noticed by anyone connected to the net.

Respectfully, Anonymous, Internet Minister of Cthulthure.
Tolvan
05-08-2007, 02:16
**Official Communique**

TO: Tartarystan and Lakedaimon
FROM: Robert Donovan, Foreign Minister, Commonwealth of Tolvan

RE: Incident in Tartarystani Capital

The Commonwealth urges restraint following today's unfortunate incident. We hope that both sides commit themselves to fully investigating today's tragic events before they act rashly.

In order to protect Commonwealth interests in the area we will be stepping up our naval presence in the region.

OOC: I'm willing to create a puppet and RP as Laikdaimon if you need someone to go to war with. I'm in the process of a major retcon of my nation's history so I don't wanna commit to any major RPs at the moment.
Dalnijrus
05-08-2007, 05:12
[ Hope you don't mind. I've been twitching for something to nudge my character writing skills back up to par. ]

TAB'Naaaa! Bokbokbok!' (Ahhhh! Shitshitshit!) common Tartar citizen Ömer Şâd exclaimed, pressing at his temples as the violence unfolded on his television set. Things had been going dully, but smoothly and favourably—and now this sudden nonsense from out of nowhere! He could scarcely believe it, much less wonder why, but the images did not change for his beleaguered sensibilities: they were hard, uncaring facts.
TABÖmer's wife, Yeliz, had turned away their three youngest children when she heard gunshots over the speaker, shielding them from the bloodbath's horrible aftermath. Levent, their oldest and first son, just about to head off for college, simply stared, slack-jawed. 'Düşün belgili tanımlık çocuk!' Yeliz chastised her husband—this was no time to be introducing them to such foulness!
TAB'Sessizlik!' Ömer shot back venomously, waving his hand in an authoritative manner, gesturing for her to sit down and shut the hell up. God-damn it all, why did this have to happen now? And to them! They had been so close!
TABLevent shook with terror, lifting a finger to point to the live images of the dead and (rapidly) dying, their blood spilled on the floor which had been intended to be for friendly and open discussion, but was now a de-facto cemetery—a grave for those who had dared to believe that Tartarystan and Lakedaimon could at long last settle themselves. 'Oecek...Oecek var olmak a savaş, he said shakily, crossing himself rapidly with the finger that he had been pointing with. His father was in the Army, and he knew what that meant. Levent looked mournfully on his father, who he knew had been hoping that this deal would be brokered. Ömer looked back with hollow eyes, and while neither said a word, there was something deep and profound communicated in the few seconds that they held that heartbreaking stare with one another. Yeliz began to sniffle, but stood and walked out of the room, ushering her younger babies to their rooms. Ömer pursued her, seeking to comfort her in privacy, leaving Levent behind in the family room.
TABThere would be a war indeed, the young man thought mournfully. And it would be a war.
Tartarystan
05-08-2007, 05:41
OOC: 1. Thanks, but I've got everything with them planned out, but thanks for the offer.
2. Nothing wrong with RPing a character. In fact, it's awesome.

IC:Tartarystan Broadcasting Corporation, TBC, 4:15 P.M, November 23rd

"An emergency council of a new Council of Elders has been called in Lakedaimon. As per Lakedaim succession law, the eldest sons of each of the late elders has succeeded to their fathers' former places. They immediately selected Leonidas I, brother of Cleomenes I and son of Anazandridas II as a king that would occupy both thrones in an unprecedented decision. The new King had this to say."

The image shifted from a reporter blathering about the news to a handsome and muscular young man standing with twenty-eight other young men. The leadership of Lakedaimon just got more than thirty years younger in a day, but appeared the same. Soldiers in pure scarlet uniforms flanked them on both sides with the red Lakedaimon flag draped over each side of him. Two statues of equally muscled, large, and intimidating men appeared on each side of him, undoubtedly, newly commissioned statues of the two deceased Kings.

The man was yelling in his language angrily as subtitles appeared on the bottom of the screen. His hand gestures, loud and deep voice, and charisma made him a certainly strong force, even on national television.

"I will be honest. The prospect of my succession to King was something I had always wanted, but the events that caused that succession were unacceptable and the complete opposite of every I, and all of us, stand for. Our esteemed Council of Elders and our two beloved former Kings, my brother and my father, have been brutally murdered by the despicable Tartar hands. We are not a nation of cowardly ineffective heathen woman like Tartarystan! When our comrades are murdered, we seek JUSTICE! The Tartars tricked my father and older brother with talk of peace, and what did that cost them!?! THEIR LIVES! Lakedaimon ALWAYS seeks justice, and THIS IS LAKEDAIMON!"

The King angrily kicked down the lectern in front of him as the transmission switched to other programming.
Shakal
05-08-2007, 06:07
The Empress sat at her desk enjoying herself when the knock on tyhe door wrang out. She tried to clean herself up before the door opened. In walked Derrick carrying a small stack of papers most likely detailing a revolt in some nation or another, it seemed like every day another happened, so she had given them basic rank systems. Countries below a population of 250 million were simply ignored, countries with 250-1 billion were opverlooked, and others where taken seriously. This situation was diffrent once a week her husbadn briught her a file showing extreme promise for land gains. This was his weekly trip.

"Enough fun." He said throwing it down onto the table. He looked the Empress in the eyes and they glowed red for a second before looking at him. She took out a napkin and cleaned off her hand before picking up the paper. She sat reading it and looked at him.

"Ready 8 Marine divisions and a small fleet. I want them there in 4 days."
Tartarystan
05-08-2007, 21:13
Tartarystan Broadcasting Corporation, TBC, 4:45 P.M, November 23rd

"The government of the Most Serene and Holy Altaic Empire of Tartarystan officially released a statement regarding the state of the Empres- I mean Emperor."

The screen switched to a middle-aged Tartar government official. She was dressed in the traditional government robes while speaking in the microphone.

"We are relieved to inform you that the Emperor was not harmed in this most cruel ASSASSINATION attempt by the treacherous Lakedaims. The Lakedaims attempted to sneak a tarantula, a vile creature native to only Lakedaimon, to assassinate our leaders. Our Emperor quickly informed the rest of the leadership of this treachery quite openly, so we took preemptive action to prevent the assassination from happening. "

The Tartar official did not mention that Lakedaimon tarantulas weren't poisonous and that the late Laikdaim king had a tarantula he kept as a pet and brought everywhere. And that the Emperor had a somewhat-publicized extreme fear of spiders, insects, and other things, and probably shrieked at the sight of the tarantula. The Tartar official was trying to save face to add excuses for an accident, but nobody seemed to care. It was easier to make an excuse than apologize for a mistake. Just thirty minutes after Laikdaimon announced the severing of relations, Tartarystan followed as well.

"We cannot deal with such treacherous murderers. As of immediately, the Most Serene and Holy Altaic Empire of Tartarystan formally severs any and all ties with the Kingdom of Laikdaimon."
Rammsteinburg
05-08-2007, 22:22
Klaus Brennermann, President of the Free German Commonwealth of Rammsteinburg, was at his small ranch in a remote part of the nation. He was in a hot, stuffy room, dozens of boring reports spread about his desk.

"Figures the day I decide to take a little break from the stressful environment of my normal, my country home's air conditioning breaks on me," Brennermann moans. "It sure as **** doesn't make this work any more bareable. Now where'd I put that report from the Assistant Deputy Minister of Agriculture?"

Just then the President's personal assistant, Hans Guthenberg, walked into the room. "Herr President," he said, "I just got the report on international happenings from Minister Stein."

Brennermann looked relieved at this news. The minister of Foreign Affairs generally had at least a few interesting stories to report. "Good, good, bring it over here, Mr. Guthenberg," he said. "I'd like to read it right away."

Guthenberg handed a red folder to the President and left. The latter leaned back in his chair and began reading. After a few pages on recent events in the United Nations, he came to a story that covered only a quarter of a page. It was about Tartarystan and Lakedaimon. President Brennermann became rather interested. He picked up his phone and called his assistant back into the room.

"Mr. Guthenberg," the President began as his assistant entered, "I would like you to get me the Foreign Ministry and Federal Defence and Intelligence Agency files on two nations: Tartarystan and Lakedaimon. Also, I want you to find out if the Navy has any fleets in the region of those two."

* * *

Hans Guthenberg walked into the President's tiny office with two small folders and some news: the Rammsteinburg Navy had a small fleet two hours from Tartarystan and Lakedaimon. Klaus Brennermann ordered the conflict between the two nations to be monitored and that the nearby fleet be placed on alert level 2. As his assistant left to deliver the orders to the appropriate officials, Brennermann---the former head of Rammsteinburg's Army---grinned and said, "The military of this country hasn't had action a little too long if you ask me."
Kirav
06-08-2007, 00:45
Reports of the attack reach Secondary Intelligence Officer Ulirin Alpinefir. Affairs in Tartarystan had kept his officebusy for months, handling military intelligence for Kiravian Forces in the war, collecting data on the country to project possible future conflicts, and studying the Indo-Aryan Tartarystanis that would soon be landing on Kirav's shores in massive numbers, to stay.

But now, with the elite council of the nation asassinated, during a diplomatic meeting? The Foreign Conflict Risk Assesment Commission had already ruled that instability in Tartarystan could "prove a considerable threat to the security of the [Kiravian]Empire". That, and with 3 legions, and millions of expectant Imperial citizens in the nation, something had to be done.

Alpinefir picks up his communicator. "Emblemant(a rank) Oceanton? I have an assignment for you"

Mercatis Oceanton makes camp in a small patch of trees and shrub on the Tartar steppe. Cosmetic surgically altered to appear as a Tungusic person, his mission was to go to the capital, and observe what went on there. This was not military intelligence, and he was not attempting to harm Tartarystan, but merely to keep the Empire informed of things that might not reach global news.
Tartarystan
06-08-2007, 01:01
((OOC: I was actually planning for all of those citizens to have already gotten to Kirav, but it's ok if some are still in transit, I'll work it in, I've got an idea for it. How about we assume many are in Kirav and many are still in transit, waiting to get shipped over there?))
Kirav
06-08-2007, 14:26
OOC: Excellent idea!
JRAM
06-08-2007, 14:30
Genreal Jabad, leader of JRAM gave a speech to this massacre.

He kept it short and simple,

"Let the killings continue, for god is against is against all Civilized 1st world Imperialist fools, who boast about their wealth. Deadth shall come upon those ignorant fools. TO ARMS MY BROTHERS!!!"
Kirav
06-08-2007, 15:22
"Let the killings continue, for god is against is against all Civilized 1st world Imperialist fools, who boast about their wealth. Deadth shall come upon those ignorant fools. TO ARMS MY BROTHERS!!!"

OOC: Dude, are you serious? No offence, but Tartar would kick your collective asses.
Tartarystan
06-08-2007, 21:28
Saint George Church, Tataria Magna, 11:54 A.M., Sunday, November 24th

Afaku Sakda was sleeping. It was her own little secret that she slept during Church services. Obviously, such an action would be highly looked down upon by other members of Tartar society, but she always had a way of hiding her nap. She didn't snore, so that was probably a good thing for her.

She tried to justify her sleeping in church in her mind. After all, she usually worked pretty late, she was a journalist. Of course, most of her working involved the playing of video games while claiming her time on the computer as work, but she didn't care.

She had to stay up late last night. She just got to the final level of the video game she had been "working" with for the last two weeks. She couldn't stop playing until she won several hours later.

~~~

She woke up thinking was shooting fireworks outside. Why the hell would people do that? She was kinda sleepy and groggy and she almost yelled at being rudely woken up. She wanted to go back to sleep when she felt something collapse on her. It appeared that the man next to her had fallen on her with what appeared to be a bleeding hole in his head. She tried to go back to sleep and closed her eyes.

She figured what was going on three seconds later. She jolted up, causing the mans corpse to fall off her lap and onto the ground. She quickly pulled her Makarov PMM out of her pocket and started firing at the originator of most of the sound. Screams quickly filled the church as a few other citizens returned fire. She looked at the attackers. They appeared to have a Mediterranean appearance and almost exclusively brown hair. They appeared to be wearing traditional Lakedaim Red Clothing and were holding M16s. She smiled in satisfaction when she saw one of the attackers scream as a puff of blood appeared over his head, dropped his M16, and quickly collapsed in a widening pool of blood.

"Got the bastard..."

She quickly ducked behind her seat as she was hidden in the area where most people put their feet. She quickly reloaded before emptying another clip into the attackers. She saw another attacker grasp his crotch, fall, and moan on the ground, but it was not her doing. Another was killed when a bullet hit him in the heart, dropping him silently. She fired another clip at the men and saw as one of the bullets hit one in the gut. She fired another clip at the wounded man, ending his screaming. She was close to out of ammo and fired enough clip. Two men, one due to her bullets, dropped to the ground. Her bullet also finished off the other wounded man on the ground.

She started panting heavily as it appeared the men were retreating out of the church. She was out of ammo anyways. She started breathing heavily as more people quickly took charge of the situation. She noticed with great distaste that the priest appeared to be dead, with his body sprawled across the ground. She got her camera and snapped a picture of the bodies the attackers left behind, the dead priest, and the panicked congregation. Journalistic gold...
Kirav
06-08-2007, 22:05
Oceanton pores over the morning paper. looking with disgust at the photographs of corpses sprawled about in a Church. He was a devoted Congregationalist Christian, and found it despicable that someone would do battle in God's sanctuary. Kirav, made up mostly of Coscivian Theists and traditional Christians, had made it a military regulation : "Do not attack places of worship".

He had been living in the cellar of an abandoned building in Tartaria Magna ever since he arrived. Lately, he'd been walking the streets, listening to conversations, getting the mood of the Tartarystani people. Today, he would have a more concrete goal.

--

Oceanton enters the Church. all the evidence had been left intact, and the cold aura of death hung over the ornate cathedral. Weaving in between the gathered photographers, and avoiding the gaze of the Imperial soldiers, he swiped seven skin samples from the Mediterranean-looking cadavers. slipping the samplings into plastics seals, he left the church to secure his gain. The samples would be sent back to Imperial Intelligence. Using the Empire's ethnological knowledge, they could trace its origin.