NationStates Jolt Archive

Obiokwo looked at the shelves of his local grocery store, empty, as usual. Ever since Obi, as his friends called him, could remember, there had never been a day that he had gone to bed hungry, or with an empty food closet, but now that the government had just cut funding for roadways, re-allocating it into the renovation of the capital, no food had been able to reach Obi's city, Ibotown.

Obi was born in Ibotown, and Obi had hoped to die in Ibotown, but his son was starving. The bulge of his stomach was hidden behind a footballer's jersey, but every time that Obi looked at him, he saw it. Was the renovation of Biengala that vital to the health of the country that his son must suffer like this? Did Prime Minister John Calvin Quoti have a heart? No, thought Obi as he packed his things in a suitcase, packing away the things he would need most as he left Ibotown in search of food and work, he couldn't.

Meanwhile in a Military Barracks Outside Biengala...

"God damn it, how do they expect us to fight with no money!" General Robert Mbuga thought to himself as he looked at his government-issued budget. This year, the armed forces would have to cut their spending by at least 35 billion Pound Sterlings, while trying to calm the rebellion that was imminent in the farmers country. General Mbuga had had enough, the time had come to put a stop to this government's nonsense once and for all.He called for a meeting of his top generals, they were going to break the law: to restore order.


OOC: Is this good or is it caca, please give me some feedback with your in charater reactions, but be kind, I'm a newbie here.

OOC: Is this good or is it caca, please give me some feedback with your in charater reactions, but be kind, I'm a newbie here.

OOC: its no bad, just needing some work on the goverments side

DEAR PRIME MINISTER JOHN CALVIN QUOTI,

We in Plotadonia fear you have made a horrible mistake. Your people are set to riot, and some villages are set to starve. Further, running down your roads and infrastructure has made it impossible for you to protect your countryside, far from the capitol, against enemy invasion and reclamation.

Since the end of our great Plotadonian Freeway Project, we've had huge numbers of out of work Civil Engineering contractors and supplies. Our Kendav Engineering Academy hasn't had a project in week to sharpen their mathematical minds. We in Plotadonia would like to lend you a helping hand.

Our Base Commisioner has a considerable amount of budget dollars for lease on Millitary bases. Bienga has a strategic position, along some paths and regions we'd like to control. So here's the deal, you will give us 80 square kilometers of land for the development of a base for Tu-160M Bombers on your land, we will pay you 40 Billion a year, and we will graciously have our own millitary engineers rebuild your roadways, hiring locals to help with the construction. Here's the deal: with the 40 billion a year and fresh roads, you must allow us to keep full detachments of airplanes with unlimited access to our base, and allow us to keep two batallions of soldiers to guard the base. The lease must last for 99 years, not one day sooner will you have this land given back to you, and if you should conk out on this deal, we will cease the outer, inaccessible, stretches of your kingdom as a termination penalty.

I suggest you seriously consider our deal.

One Statesman to another,

HM Neris III

Also:

Lord High Base Commissioner, K. Cundav


OOC: It's good, but be prepared to tell this narrative two ways.

Message to General Mbuga,

Might we suggest that you adopt a monarchy similiar to that of the Scandinvans in which the monarch control is such that all persons in the all armed forces, that the monarch has command over half of the armed forces, a Parliment is established, the Parliment is directly elected by the people, the Parliment approves all taxes and controls the funding to the armed forces, the monarch though can call for new elections in the case of war and/or revolution, and that the right of the people to freedom of speech and religion is ensured.

As well, we are willing to personally grant a donation of sixty five billion dollars a year for a total of twenty years straight and also shall supply arms, military experts, food stuffs, and economic adivsors to aide your nation's development. The only thing we ask in return is to see a general build up of your nation's economy and also to see the end any malnourishment and starvation.

Signed,
Imperial Steward.
Lord Erida

Message to General Mbuga,

Might we suggest that you adopt a monarchy similiar to that of the Scandinvans in which the monarch control is such that all persons in the all armed forces, that the monarch has command over half of the armed forces, a Parliment is established, the Parliment is directly elected by the people, the Parliment approves all taxes and controls the funding to the armed forces, the monarch though can call for new elections in the case of war and/or revolution, and that the right of the people to freedom of speech and religion is ensured.

As well, we are willing to personally grant a donation of sixty five billion dollars a year for a total of twenty years straight and also shall supply arms, military experts, food stuffs, and economic adivsors to aide your nation's development. The only thing we ask in return is to see a general build up of your nation's economy and also to see the end any malnourishment and starvation.

Signed,
Imperial Steward.
Lord Erida

EMERGENCY MEMO!

We will give you 200 billion a year and lend access to our millitary experts, along with all previous terms, if you accept our deal, but we will not put the price any higher. You may even accept the Scandinavians aid as well.

-Lord High Base Commissioner, K. Cundav

EMERGENCY MEMO!

We will give you 200 billion a year and lend access to our millitary experts, along with all previous terms, if you accept our deal, but we will not put the price any higher. You may even accept the Scandinavians aid as well.

-Lord High Base Commissioner, K. CundavOOC:Lol. I do not believe a nation with about 650 billion government budget can afford to give roughly a third of it to another nation.

OOC:Lol. I do not believe a nation with about 650 billion government budget can afford to give roughly a third of it to another nation.

OOC: We'll assume 10,000% Inflation.

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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE INTERIM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MR. KENNITH G. TERRANCE
While the Shazbotdom Government is undergoing some reoganization, we do feel that the situation in Bienga is becomming more and more like a kettle that is about to explode. Unless something is done, the people will revold and destroy everything in their path. These situations can be avoided if proper funds are allocated in area's where they are needed most, such as agriculture, farming, schools and health services.

While we cannot directly do anything to help the people of Bienga, we will financially help any nation that will send monitary aide to those who need it the most. The civilians.

If this travel had been for any other reason, Obi would have taken his car, but the roads were to rough for the small four seater, and he could not afford the gas. Instead, he burrowed a mule from a friend of his, with money pawned from his and his wife's wedding rings. The roads were rough, almost all of the gravel and dirt that had formerly covered the road to Biengala was now covered almost completely with dust.

But Obi would not lose his way, for he was not alone. As soon as he got on the former Grand Highway--a path that ran across the small nation, he saw how great the extent of the peril of the Biengans was. As far as his eye could see, hundreds, nay, thousands of people were traveling in the same direction as him. Some, like Obi were using pack mule, others were towing cars, with oxen attached to the front bumper. They were a sorry sight, and sadly, to the ears of the government, a silent sound.

Meanwhile somewhere in Bienga...

Mbuga sat down at the table with his seven closest aides, his best friends he had ever had.

"I think that you know why we are here today, do you not?" the General said, they all nodded in affirmation, "The time has come to end this plague on our nation, our treasury is empty, and what is left is going to the top officials of the government, to quench their insatiable thirst for graft. It must come to an end, and it is the military's duty to end it. To this end, I propose a coup of sorts, we must act quickly, however. I will begin to assemble my forces in the south, near Biengala, and Major Ratmul, I would like you to arm the farmers, seek their loyalties, we are not strong enough to win the countryside alone. Conolel Ikowo, I will need you to be the tip of my spear, I want you to orchestrate air raids upon the capital as soon as the stage is set, I want all of the power that is the Biengan army to descend upon Quoti like a great hand, a great hand of justice. Be gone now, the rest of you, assemble your ranks for the attack, I want this to be seamless."

As the soldiers left to fill out their commissions, Mbuga sat back and poured himself a glass of wine, for, if he was going to make it through this with his sanity, he would certainly need the red stuff.

DEAR PRIME MINISTER JOHN CALVIN QUOTI,

We in Plotadonia fear you have made a horrible mistake. Your people are set to riot, and some villages are set to starve. Further, running down your roads and infrastructure has made it impossible for you to protect your countryside, far from the capitol, against enemy invasion and reclamation.

Since the end of our great Plotadonian Freeway Project, we've had huge numbers of out of work Civil Engineering contractors and supplies. Our Kendav Engineering Academy hasn't had a project in week to sharpen their mathematical minds. We in Plotadonia would like to lend you a helping hand.

Our Base Commisioner has a considerable amount of budget dollars for lease on Millitary bases. Bienga has a strategic position, along some paths and regions we'd like to control. So here's the deal, you will give us 80 square kilometers of land for the development of a base for Tu-160M Bombers on your land, we will pay you 40 Billion a year, and we will graciously have our own millitary engineers rebuild your roadways, hiring locals to help with the construction. Here's the deal: with the 40 billion a year and fresh roads, you must allow us to keep full detachments of airplanes with unlimited access to our base, and allow us to keep two batallions of soldiers to guard the base. The lease must last for 99 years, not one day sooner will you have this land given back to you, and if you should conk out on this deal, we will cease the outer, inaccessible, stretches of your kingdom as a termination penalty.

I suggest you seriously consider our deal.

One Statesman to another,

HM Neris III

Also:

Lord High Base Commissioner, K. Cundav


OOC: It's good, but be prepared to tell this narrative two ways.

Mr. Cundav,

I am appalled by your blatent assault upon my nation's soviergnity, do you think that you may just march into my nation and declare a plot of land to be yours, Bienga respects the sovierignty of other nations, and you best do the same lest you lose your own.

Your Friend,

Prime Minister of the Democratic Republic of Bienga, John Calvin Quoti
Message to General Mbuga,

Might we suggest that you adopt a monarchy similiar to that of the Scandinvans in which the monarch control is such that all persons in the all armed forces, that the monarch has command over half of the armed forces, a Parliment is established, the Parliment is directly elected by the people, the Parliment approves all taxes and controls the funding to the armed forces, the monarch though can call for new elections in the case of war and/or revolution, and that the right of the people to freedom of speech and religion is ensured.

As well, we are willing to personally grant a donation of sixty five billion dollars a year for a total of twenty years straight and also shall supply arms, military experts, food stuffs, and economic adivsors to aide your nation's development. The only thing we ask in return is to see a general build up of your nation's economy and also to see the end any malnourishment and starvation.

Signed,
Imperial Steward.
Lord Erida

Lord Erida,

Bienga accepts your grant with gratitude, and we invite you to come to our majestic capital.

Your Friend,

John Calvin Quoti
OOC: We'll assume 10,000% Inflation.

OOC: The Biengal Pound Sterling is a basket case, but only about 1,000%, the only reason that Zibabwe has 10,000% inflation is due to Mugabe's wholesale imprisionment of anyone who thinks.

Imperial Province of Djibouti:

As a group of Imperial Foreign Legionnaires walked past the sun-baked office block, chatting and laughing with local women, Colonel Karkarov sighed. The stifling heat was getting to him, and the feeble efforts of the ceiling fan were doing nothing to help. From where he stood, next to the open window of his third floor office, he could just make out the faded sign that read:

Имперская Внешняя Сведения - Раздел Д
Intelligence Externe Impériale - Section D
Imperial External Intelligence - D Section

ВХОД ОГРАНИЧИЛ!
ENTRÉE LIMITÉE!
ENTRY RESTRICTED!

It stood, aging, in the street - a reminder of the grand dreams about African expansion which, as many others had found, were withering in the African sun. A bored local auxiliary policeman leant against it, swinging his wooden baton listlessly from his hand, a khat-leaf cigarette dangling from his lips as he eyed up the street-traders. Karkarov sighed, again. The khat-fags were illegal, but getting rid of them was harder than finding a cool breeze. He was going to have to try and get a posting back to the Megalopolis.

As he turned from the window, loosening his tie, the door opened, and in stepped Hana, his secretary, assistant, and all-round dogsbody. She nodded to her boss, dropped a dossier on his desk, and swept out before he could say anything. As always, Karkarov wished she wasn't married. Some days, he fantasised about having her husband arrested, but knew that doing that would end with him having his throat cut in some dingy back alley as he walked home one night.

Slumping in his wicker chair, he looked at the dossier, and began to read aloud, making notes as he did so.

"Sub-Sarahan Africa Office - Congo - Regarding BIENGA. Where the fuck is that? Hm. Bienga; Coup imminent, economy freefalling... blah blah... typical fucking corrupt balls-up... ah yes, army is declaring martial law... mercenaries thought to have been hired by government? Perhaps. Hm, must get Pietr to look into that. Foreign aid offered, local operative analysis that we can get a foothold by offering aid to the army... potential ally... well, it's worth a try."

Scribbling a quick note on a post-it, he shut the dossier and called for his secretary.

"Hana," he said, as she came in, "I need you to photocopy this. Take one to Pietr, and have another sent to our embassy... and, yes, one to Camp Lemassier. Oh, and before I forget, can you contact Main and ask them where the hell our replacement Active Service Op's got to? We may need one sooner than we thought. Priority two tho', this isn't big yet."
"At once, Colonel."
"Thank you, Hana. That's a beautiful dress you're wearing, by the way. Goes very well with the necklace..."
"Thank you, Colonel. Is there anything else?"
"No, that'll be all. Oh, send in the office-girl with some iced water, would you? The new one, I've not met her yet."
"Yes, Colonel."

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CVS Headquarters, Skgorria City, Imperial Province of Skgorria:

Smoothing out her pencil-skirt, Lieutenant Gorobets coughed, nervously. This was the first time she'd been sent to the Africa Department's main office, and the first time she'd been summoned by the General in charge of all ops in Africa ever since her posting to the CVS Active Service Unit.

"Come in, Lieutenant," came the response to her knock, "and close the door after you."

As she closed the door, she started - the room had more top brass in it than she'd ever seen in one place. At least two officers were from the Imperial Guard, and she thought that one might be the famous Beckenbauer, although she wasn't sure. Clicking her heels, she gave the Imperial salute, right arm extended, and announced herself.

"Lieutenant first class Ingrid Gorobets, CVS ASU, reporting for duty, sir!"
"Sit down, Gorobets, and listen hard."
"Yessir."

As she sat, she was conscious - as usual - of everyone's eyes on her. She was tall, at just over six foot, and looked as though she belonged in a porn studio. She possessed generous breasts, full lips, a wasp-waist, and a number of other qualities which made her memorable... not least of which her ability to put 30 rounds from an assault rifle into an area about the size of a dollar piece from 400 yards on fully automatic. For example. She was a classic femme fatale - and perfect for the job the Empire had for her.

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Secret In Character:

[quote]Official Diplomatic Communique:
To: Gen. Mbuga, Biengan Army
From: G. Haravova, Star Chamber of the Pax Lupum
Subject: Aid and assistance

General Mbuga,

It has not escaped our notice that your glorious nation has fallen on troubled times. The international scene is a sea of sharks, General, as you are no doubt well aware, and your coup is the best course of action you can take to save your nation's independance and return it to health.

We offer you military aid - in the form of advisors, weapons, equipment, and hard cash - to help your attempt to free your people, as well as, when you are inevitably successful, immediate reconstruction aid as well as medical and agricultural assistance.

We offer the ability to return your nation to its rightful position in Africa, using Biengan nationals rather than armies of foreign aid workers and interfering militaries.

In return, all we ask is that you allow us to establish an airbase for which we will pay your goverment a large annual stipend - let us say, some 5 million dollars - which can be renegotiated at any time. In addition, if your coup is resisted, we are willing to send one battalion of Imperial troops, under your command, to help crush any backsliders and recidivists who would refuse your rightful rule.

We look forwards to hearing from you soon. As a token of our goodwill, please check the following Swiss bank account (70-3482-56) with the activation code (2810) wherein you will find 10 million dollars with which to aid your cause.

Yours, fraternally,

G. Haravova,
Snr. Diplomat, Star Chamber, Pax Lupum, in His name.

[snip]

"How the hell does everyone already know of my plans?" MBuga thought to himself as he looked at the Atopianan message. Yes, it was quite obvious to any outsider that Bienga was dying, but not as obvious that it was the Armed Forces intentions to end the suffering of her people. Just three years before, troops under MBuga's command had quelled an uprising of Muslims who rioted out of anger over Quoti's ending of government funds for mosques. The move was one of the PM's first, and he stood his ground nobly, refusing to bend in the face of widespread criticism from the Muslim community, in the face of common firefights within the capital and other major cities.

But the times had changed, Quoti had grown too comfortable with his post, he grew too fond of luxury, and much to fond of opulence. MBuga wondered if what he was doing was the right thing, and at that moment, he resolved, yes, it is. He must follow through, for the good of his soldiers, for the good of the farmers and the starving masses on the countryside, for the good of Bienga.

Mr. Haravova,

Though I am wary of allowing any sort of foriegn entanglement in a exclusively Biengan affair, I will accept your aid on the condition that your troops in my nation answer not to your government while within the soverign soil of Bienga, but exclusively to myself and my aides. I will allow you to set up a small base once I take power, but it shall be leased in twenty-five-year increments, and shall be governed by Biengan Common Law.

With Gratitude,

General Joseph MBuga,

Commander of the Biengan Armed Forces.

Djibouti International, Terminal One:

As the few passengers stepped out of their air-conditioned airliner into the furnace-like heat of a Djiboutian summer, Captain Pietr Lavomic sniggered to himself. He prided his ability to pick out the ASU men and women that were sent to this little station in Wolven East Africa, and he'd spotted the new operative the moment he'd poked his nose out of the plane. A short, balding, little man, he had a nervous air, and sweat had blossomed on his shirt and jacket by the time he'd reached the ground. The other passengers weren't much to look at, either, apart from the bombshell blonde amazon who'd been last out, in a cream linen dress that amplified her cleavage, a wide sunhat that kept the sun from her face, and killer heels.

Mentally, Pietr marked her down for 'arrest-interrogation' by the local police, which he'd have to assist with, of course, and then forgot all about her.

Until the nervous little man walked away from him, totally ignoring the sign he held in his hands.

Shaken, Pietr looked around, back at the passengers still walking towards the line of people waiting to greet them. Then he looked again. The bombshell was coming towards him...

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CVS, Djibouti:

Colonel Karkarov smiled as he flicked through Gorobet's file. Just the person, he thought, as he picked up his phone and dialled a number he'd sworn he'd never dial.

"Hello? Wolfbite Security Incorporated?"
"Yes, hello, I represent the Wolfen Empire, and I'd like to tell you that thunderhead is now in operation."
"You're a complete shit, whoever you are."
"I know. Ring back on a secure line in exactly ten minutes, and make sure the chief monkey is ready to talk to me."
"Fu-"

Satisfied, Karkarov put his feet on his desk, adjusted his tie, and waited for Gorobets to arrive.

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SIC:

Official Diplomatic Communique:
To: Gen. Mbuga, Biengan Army
From: G. Haravova, Star Chamber of the Pax Lupum
Subject: Aid and assistance

General Mbuga,

Your rapid reply was most pleasing. We agree entirely to your terms. A battalion of infantry with some light armour support will be en route to a location of your choosing within 72 hours.

Yours, fraternally,

G. Haravova,
Snr. Diplomat, Star Chamber, Pax Lupum, in His name.

The military transport aircraft that were nearing Biengan airspace did not belong to the military of any nation. Rather, they belonged to Wolfbite Inc., the only Wolven private security company permitted to exist.

"Bloody 'Thunderhead' protocol," snarled Major Franz Bratluk, cramped in the cargo hold of one of the transport aircraft, "they get us with it every time!"

"At least the pay is good sir," ventured Captain Jerik 'Turk' Hansemann from his perch atop a Ural truck. "Look at like this, we could still be in the Wastes fighting Special Action Division."

The Major blanched. "Good point Captain. For some unexplicable reason I am far more excited about this operation."

Bratluk shook his head and went back to reading the latest issue of Atopian Assfest Monthly

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A radio message was sent from the transports to the Biengans as they neared their airspace.

This is Wolfbite 1, requesting landing clearance for this aerial convoy. I am to tell you this is compliment of General Haravova

Imperial Airspace:

The squadron was en-route for a tiny African airfield, stopping at Djibouti and then refuelling air-to-air until they hit Bienga. There, they were to set about modernising and utilising what all expected to be a truly rotten set of runways, hangars, and defences. Morale was, as usual, high. This was a new task, a new posting, and one that top brass claimed might even see action in defence of some general's coup.

Navigator-Sergeant Lukac couldn't give a shit about the why, right now. He was too busy gazing at the squadron arrayed below him:

Twelve Su-34s (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sukhoi_Su-34) flew in diamond formation, droptanks only. Above them flew the ferries - big carrier craft with the ground staff, spare pilots, and enough stores to keep them going for a month. Above them flew him, in his AWACS ship. He smiled as he looked down at the strike squadron, number 675. Someone, he felt, was going to be in for a world of hurt, very soon.

Mr. Cundav,

I am appalled by your blatent assault upon my nation's soviergnity, do you think that you may just march into my nation and declare a plot of land to be yours, Bienga respects the sovierignty of other nations, and you best do the same lest you lose your own.

Your Friend,

Prime Minister of the Democratic Republic of Bienga, John Calvin Quoti

PERSONAL

Dear John Calvin Quoti,

The only insult on your countries sovereignty sir is your own blatant mishandling of it.

My nation is not in the habit of charity towards those who've violently repressed good followers of Muhammad, as you did three years ago. You should feel fortunate that I offered you even a business deal. In fact. you should feel INCREDIBLY fortunate that I didn't cut trade with you like I did Vampryum. Now I will not GIVE you any aid, but if you wish to buy arms or CONDUCT BUSINESS we will be open.

Oh, and just to tell you, there are still freeway contractors available on the cheap in Kyela for you or your allies. BUT ONLY BUSINSES MR. QUOTI! YOU WILL PAY THE SAME RATES AS ANY OTHER CUSTOMER!

Further, although no aid will be available FOR YOU, we shall aid your underprivilidged Islamic population. We shall not do it through your government, we shall do it through private banks, and the Plotadonian-owned radio station KW-ISLAM will broadcast an announcement of betrayal if you interfere with this! Oh, and if you destroy that radio station, WE WILL CUT TRADE.

Sincerely,

HM Neris III



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OOC: The 10,000% inflation was a clever way of getting around a simple mistake. It was not an insult on your part, and I apologize if you felt it was.



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ANNOUNCER: We hereby interrupt the Islamic prayer music hour for the following announcement!

TO ALL MOSLEM CITIZENS OF BIENGA:

Although no funds or charity of any sort will be aviailable from our treasury to assist your government, we will allow with open arms any worshipper of Muhammad who wishes to come to our shores, though a security check to verify identity will be required, and there you may pursue a new life. We also, provided that your government does not interfere, will provide you with funds to live your life there if you see fit, overcome the high price of gas and shipping, and will provide mosques with funds to rebuild and help the poor.

Graciously,

HM Neris III to the good moslems of Bienga


AVAILABLE: 40 Billion Riyals to assist moslems in Bienga, distributed by Plotadonian Revenue Service with assistance of private banks, and 20 Billion to assist mosques. Approved by Islamic Senate as part of measure MQS-R10-1038.

OOC:
I could use a responce to my post. It's is Post #8.

Lord Erida,

Bienga accepts your grant with gratitude, and we invite you to come to our majestic capital.

Your Friend,

John Calvin QuotiI shall be happy to come to come yout nation and though to note as a matter concerning actual our officers being sent to your nation we shall never send a force more then 3.5% of your total number of persons serving in your national armed forces unless if your government specfically requests it. As well, we will be pleased to being the importation of food and medical supplies ASVP.

Signed,
Imperial Steward,
Lord Erida

OOC: What signifficance is Quoti to Mbuga as I believe it would be the best course of action to install someone with military support to a key position in the government, though if you chose to adopt my plan I will leave it up to you to install a monarch.

OOC: Bumpgasm. :fluffle: