Syba
10-02-2008, 07:33
[OOC: I’m gona let the story explain what this is about, but let me say that the conversation would have taken place solely in Spanish, but for the reason that I only know a little Spanish and I don’t feel like writing this twice, I will write it in English. However, some words and phrases are left in Spanish for stylistic purposes. If it bothers you that you do not know them go here: M-W (http://www.merriam-webster.com/) and use the Spanish-English dictionary.]
El Sábado, outside of La Plata, Argentina Territory, Syba
A daughter and her father are arguing, It has long been the daughter’s, Kaylee, dream of leading a communist revolt in Syba and getting rid of the emperor. She had recently come graduated and come home from college and has decided to truly try to lead the revolution. She has confronted her father with her leaving.
“Mi hija, no puedas conducis una revolución.” Said Adán, a leader of the village and Kaylee’s father.
“¿Por qué, papa, por qué?” said Kaylee, contemptuously.
“¡Porque tú estas tú! Tu nombre es ingés, estas una mujer, porque tú está mi hija, mucha razónes.” Yelled Adán in response.
“Papa, look around you, what do you see?” replied Kaylee.
“A village. Our village.” Said Adán not understanding.
“No, papa, you see people suffering. When is the last time you could drink water without boiling it? ¡Nunca!” retorted Kaylee.
“You think el comunismo would fix it? You think it would fix anything?” Questioned her father, trying to break her.
“Sí, mi padre, sí. Communism would fix everything.”
“My daughter, you have the strongest spirit I have ever seen. I have been telling you not to do this since the day you got the idea in your head all those years ago. You have wanted to do this since you first heard about communism in school. You are now independent. You are an individual, I will not stop you any more; I cannot stop you anymore. If this is what you truly wish to do with your life, then do it.”
“¡Gracias! Padre, ¡Gracias!” she turned to leave the room. As she stepped away, her father made one last comment:
“Buena salud y buena suerte”
Kaylee packed her bags and told everyone in the village that she was leaving and exactly what she planned to do. Few believed she actually could, but there were some who believed she could and that it would be a good thing for the nation. She left the next day.
Buenos Aries, one month later.
The time had come for revolution. The time had come for change. Now was the fall of the empire.
Kaylee Adrián had rallied support in the city over the last few weeks. The Sybe government had never had a very strong weapons control policy, and getting semi-automatic AK-47’s had been quite easy. Finally, the time had come, Saturday the 9th of February 2008, a day history would remember.
As the sun rose over the city, the sound of a bomb going off shattered the still sleeping city. Two more explosions ripped at the Emperor’s palace. The security scrambled frantically, shooting at air, sometimes at each other. The Communist rebels waited and watched. From the rooftop of a nearby skyscraper, a communist sniper sat with a KSVK 12.7 mm sniper rifle. His radio clicked on, and he got the order giving him permission to fire. The air filled with the cracks of the rifle. Guards began to fall.
Five minutes after the initial explosion, it was decided that enough security had been killed that it was time for the main assault. A RPG-7 ripped out from a nearby building. It blew open the front of the palace. Then, 200 communist rebels laid siege the palace with AK-47’s in hand. The staccato fire of assault rifles rang in everyone’s ears.
Kaylee, and several other rebels arrived in the emperor suite in the palace. Kaylee pulled out her .50 Caliber Desert Eagle pistol as two of her followers opened the door, and was about to pull the trigger with the pistol leveled at the emperor’s throne. Suddenly, there was no emperor to be shot.
“¡Cabrón!” Screamed Kaylee. She fired at the throne anyway to get her rage out. “Search the palace. Find that fat dictator pig!”
Her followers dispatched to carry out the orders; save for a few she kept close to her for security.
“It is time to announce out victory.” Said Kaylee to a comrade who she knew to be very good with electronics. “Get me a broadcast station to the nation and to the world.”
“Are you sure, Kaylee? We have not even gotten rid of the emperor yet.” Responded the comrade.
“True, but we have taken over what we need to. He is in hiding, he can no longer lead the people, if he coughs out loud, we’ll know about it and kill him. We lead this country now.” She said staunchly.
“Yes, Señorita.” Said the comrade.
*Video Broadcast*
http://i28.tinypic.com/2vdpleh.png
First appears the flag of the communist revolution in Syba. Then the anthem of Argentina plays. Then the image of the young leader, Kaylee, appears on screen.
*translated*
“People of Syba, I have come to inform you that you have been liberated. No longer are you subject to the dictatorial polices of the former pig emperor! Today, we are free. We are one nation, united by our hopes of a better future.” A dramatic pause.
“I am Kaylee Adrián. I have helped lead this liberation of our county. I am interim president of Syba until we can successfully hold elections. I and my comrades have lead this revolution to save the people of Syba from continuing down the dark path we were heading. Capitalism was helping the rich and shirking the poor. Only the emperor-dictator was wining under our old system of government. The time had come when millions were suffering, more and more people were dying of starvation or easily treatable disease. The government was oppressing us, politically, socially, and economically, and the time had come for vast change. As a concerned citizen of Syba, I made it my priority to find other concerned citizens and create change.
Today will go down in history as the day that Syba began turning around towards a better light. The day Syba began anew and began moving toward the right path for its people. For today is the day that the failing Empire of Syba falls, and the day that the Federation of Syba begins, and today is the day that we move toward equality in all matters, today is the day that we begin with a communist form of government, today is the day that everyone in Syba wins!” She said with intense enthusiasm.
“The changes we want to bring about are so large that they will take some time to implement, however, we will make the changes fast enough that the world will notice, and that everyone in Syba will begin to live better, more equal lives. I will continue to inform you all of the progress made by the government, but it is my strongest hope that the progress of this new government will be self evident in the lives of every Sybe in this nation.”
*End Video*
Kaylee knew that this would be no easy job, she was running a country now, and the lives of millions were in her hands. She now had the arduous task of reigning in the giant corporations that the emperor had let get so large. She realized that Syba was not ready for a full on front of state ownership of everything, however, she herself did not believe this was the perfectly correct way to go. Once the welfare had been handed out, she had plans to let very small and local free enterprises take hold. Kaylee was well educated; she had a bachelor’s degree in international politics and had seen the troubles of absolute communism and socialism. She would not let her administration fail in brining hope and help to her people, even if it meant letting some capitalism slide. She now realized why the stresses of politics aged men so quickly. She was just thinking of the tasks at hand, and she was stressing.
‘No,’ she thought to her self. ‘I must not let this overwhelm me. Take it one step at a time. The first acts to make are to tax the rich. That is the first thing I need to do. Once I have the money, then I can worry about what to do with it.’
It was odd, now the adrenalin of the shooting part of the revolution had worn off as had the adrenalin of speaking to the world, and now, there was an eerie silence to the palace. The elaborately decorated walls made the room feel regal, it was tricked in what Kaylee liked to called ‘Argentine blue’ and she liked the color a lot. That is why she had kept it in the new flag. ‘Flag,’ she thought, ‘the emperor’s flag is still flying in the plaza.’
“¡Agustín, José! Go take down the old flag from the plaza flag pole.” The two armed men scurried away.
Now only two guards remained. The leader of the new nation felt lonely, and some what lost. She did not know what to do next. It did cross her mind that perhaps her father had been right. Maybe she couldn’t lead a revolution. She quickly pushed that thought to the back of her mind. She found a piece of parchment and began scrolling down the first laws of the Federation of Syba. “Act One” she wrote. And she continued to make out the paper to work in a new tax system for the nation. At the end, she signed it into law. No one to enforce it yet, but in her mind it was law.
Seemingly out of no where, a General walked in the door. The two guard immediately drew their weapons and almost fired.
“No, no, Kaylee, or Ms. President, should I say. I am not here to harm you, please tell your men to lower their weapons.” Said the general smoothly, in a way, romantically. Kaylee made a motion and the guards lowered their weapons. “Good” he said. “In fact I have come to tell you that you can be assured the military’s full support in your affairs. I am General Alejandro Alejo, former Supreme Commander of the Empire’s armed forces. In other words the General of Generals and Admirals, every single person in the military is subordinate to me. Be glad that you have me on your side, you now have the assurance that the Sybe military will fight for you and enforce your laws.”
“I could not have asked for more.” Said Kaylee with a smile. The general was far too old to interest her, but if it would be advantageous for her to flirt with him to get him onboard with her administration, she would flirt with him.
“In that case, Ms. President, I must go inform the joint chiefs of my decision and issue the order to listen to you and not the emperor or his supposed successors. Goodbye and good day.” With that the Supreme Commander strode out of the chamber, his shoes clacking down the marble floors of the palace halls.
Agustín and José re-entered the room. Agustín held the folded flag of the emperor in his left hand. “We are finished.” Reported Agustín.
“I would hope so.” Said Kaylee smoothly and gently. “Come with me.” She interjected as she stood. She walked casually out of the throne room and towards the outside of the palace. She looked up at the plaza flag pole and saw the flag she had designed waving in the wind. The sun was just at the angle where it shown over the top of the skyscrapers around the city, it glared right at the flag but not so directly that it hurt her eyes. Agustín, who was standing to her left, had had a camera for he was a photo journalism student from a nearby university before Kaylee had recruited him, and he still loved to take pictures. As Kaylee stood there, in awe of her success and achievement, Agustín snapped a picture. He caught the perfect frame of Kaylee’s young and vibrant face illuminated by the sun and the flag filling most of the background. It was a shot that would circulate around the country for a long time to come.
Kaylee then left her attention toward the flag and moved back in to the palace. She returned to the throne room and pondered her next move in this elaborate game that was politics.
El Sábado, outside of La Plata, Argentina Territory, Syba
A daughter and her father are arguing, It has long been the daughter’s, Kaylee, dream of leading a communist revolt in Syba and getting rid of the emperor. She had recently come graduated and come home from college and has decided to truly try to lead the revolution. She has confronted her father with her leaving.
“Mi hija, no puedas conducis una revolución.” Said Adán, a leader of the village and Kaylee’s father.
“¿Por qué, papa, por qué?” said Kaylee, contemptuously.
“¡Porque tú estas tú! Tu nombre es ingés, estas una mujer, porque tú está mi hija, mucha razónes.” Yelled Adán in response.
“Papa, look around you, what do you see?” replied Kaylee.
“A village. Our village.” Said Adán not understanding.
“No, papa, you see people suffering. When is the last time you could drink water without boiling it? ¡Nunca!” retorted Kaylee.
“You think el comunismo would fix it? You think it would fix anything?” Questioned her father, trying to break her.
“Sí, mi padre, sí. Communism would fix everything.”
“My daughter, you have the strongest spirit I have ever seen. I have been telling you not to do this since the day you got the idea in your head all those years ago. You have wanted to do this since you first heard about communism in school. You are now independent. You are an individual, I will not stop you any more; I cannot stop you anymore. If this is what you truly wish to do with your life, then do it.”
“¡Gracias! Padre, ¡Gracias!” she turned to leave the room. As she stepped away, her father made one last comment:
“Buena salud y buena suerte”
Kaylee packed her bags and told everyone in the village that she was leaving and exactly what she planned to do. Few believed she actually could, but there were some who believed she could and that it would be a good thing for the nation. She left the next day.
Buenos Aries, one month later.
The time had come for revolution. The time had come for change. Now was the fall of the empire.
Kaylee Adrián had rallied support in the city over the last few weeks. The Sybe government had never had a very strong weapons control policy, and getting semi-automatic AK-47’s had been quite easy. Finally, the time had come, Saturday the 9th of February 2008, a day history would remember.
As the sun rose over the city, the sound of a bomb going off shattered the still sleeping city. Two more explosions ripped at the Emperor’s palace. The security scrambled frantically, shooting at air, sometimes at each other. The Communist rebels waited and watched. From the rooftop of a nearby skyscraper, a communist sniper sat with a KSVK 12.7 mm sniper rifle. His radio clicked on, and he got the order giving him permission to fire. The air filled with the cracks of the rifle. Guards began to fall.
Five minutes after the initial explosion, it was decided that enough security had been killed that it was time for the main assault. A RPG-7 ripped out from a nearby building. It blew open the front of the palace. Then, 200 communist rebels laid siege the palace with AK-47’s in hand. The staccato fire of assault rifles rang in everyone’s ears.
Kaylee, and several other rebels arrived in the emperor suite in the palace. Kaylee pulled out her .50 Caliber Desert Eagle pistol as two of her followers opened the door, and was about to pull the trigger with the pistol leveled at the emperor’s throne. Suddenly, there was no emperor to be shot.
“¡Cabrón!” Screamed Kaylee. She fired at the throne anyway to get her rage out. “Search the palace. Find that fat dictator pig!”
Her followers dispatched to carry out the orders; save for a few she kept close to her for security.
“It is time to announce out victory.” Said Kaylee to a comrade who she knew to be very good with electronics. “Get me a broadcast station to the nation and to the world.”
“Are you sure, Kaylee? We have not even gotten rid of the emperor yet.” Responded the comrade.
“True, but we have taken over what we need to. He is in hiding, he can no longer lead the people, if he coughs out loud, we’ll know about it and kill him. We lead this country now.” She said staunchly.
“Yes, Señorita.” Said the comrade.
*Video Broadcast*
http://i28.tinypic.com/2vdpleh.png
First appears the flag of the communist revolution in Syba. Then the anthem of Argentina plays. Then the image of the young leader, Kaylee, appears on screen.
*translated*
“People of Syba, I have come to inform you that you have been liberated. No longer are you subject to the dictatorial polices of the former pig emperor! Today, we are free. We are one nation, united by our hopes of a better future.” A dramatic pause.
“I am Kaylee Adrián. I have helped lead this liberation of our county. I am interim president of Syba until we can successfully hold elections. I and my comrades have lead this revolution to save the people of Syba from continuing down the dark path we were heading. Capitalism was helping the rich and shirking the poor. Only the emperor-dictator was wining under our old system of government. The time had come when millions were suffering, more and more people were dying of starvation or easily treatable disease. The government was oppressing us, politically, socially, and economically, and the time had come for vast change. As a concerned citizen of Syba, I made it my priority to find other concerned citizens and create change.
Today will go down in history as the day that Syba began turning around towards a better light. The day Syba began anew and began moving toward the right path for its people. For today is the day that the failing Empire of Syba falls, and the day that the Federation of Syba begins, and today is the day that we move toward equality in all matters, today is the day that we begin with a communist form of government, today is the day that everyone in Syba wins!” She said with intense enthusiasm.
“The changes we want to bring about are so large that they will take some time to implement, however, we will make the changes fast enough that the world will notice, and that everyone in Syba will begin to live better, more equal lives. I will continue to inform you all of the progress made by the government, but it is my strongest hope that the progress of this new government will be self evident in the lives of every Sybe in this nation.”
*End Video*
Kaylee knew that this would be no easy job, she was running a country now, and the lives of millions were in her hands. She now had the arduous task of reigning in the giant corporations that the emperor had let get so large. She realized that Syba was not ready for a full on front of state ownership of everything, however, she herself did not believe this was the perfectly correct way to go. Once the welfare had been handed out, she had plans to let very small and local free enterprises take hold. Kaylee was well educated; she had a bachelor’s degree in international politics and had seen the troubles of absolute communism and socialism. She would not let her administration fail in brining hope and help to her people, even if it meant letting some capitalism slide. She now realized why the stresses of politics aged men so quickly. She was just thinking of the tasks at hand, and she was stressing.
‘No,’ she thought to her self. ‘I must not let this overwhelm me. Take it one step at a time. The first acts to make are to tax the rich. That is the first thing I need to do. Once I have the money, then I can worry about what to do with it.’
It was odd, now the adrenalin of the shooting part of the revolution had worn off as had the adrenalin of speaking to the world, and now, there was an eerie silence to the palace. The elaborately decorated walls made the room feel regal, it was tricked in what Kaylee liked to called ‘Argentine blue’ and she liked the color a lot. That is why she had kept it in the new flag. ‘Flag,’ she thought, ‘the emperor’s flag is still flying in the plaza.’
“¡Agustín, José! Go take down the old flag from the plaza flag pole.” The two armed men scurried away.
Now only two guards remained. The leader of the new nation felt lonely, and some what lost. She did not know what to do next. It did cross her mind that perhaps her father had been right. Maybe she couldn’t lead a revolution. She quickly pushed that thought to the back of her mind. She found a piece of parchment and began scrolling down the first laws of the Federation of Syba. “Act One” she wrote. And she continued to make out the paper to work in a new tax system for the nation. At the end, she signed it into law. No one to enforce it yet, but in her mind it was law.
Seemingly out of no where, a General walked in the door. The two guard immediately drew their weapons and almost fired.
“No, no, Kaylee, or Ms. President, should I say. I am not here to harm you, please tell your men to lower their weapons.” Said the general smoothly, in a way, romantically. Kaylee made a motion and the guards lowered their weapons. “Good” he said. “In fact I have come to tell you that you can be assured the military’s full support in your affairs. I am General Alejandro Alejo, former Supreme Commander of the Empire’s armed forces. In other words the General of Generals and Admirals, every single person in the military is subordinate to me. Be glad that you have me on your side, you now have the assurance that the Sybe military will fight for you and enforce your laws.”
“I could not have asked for more.” Said Kaylee with a smile. The general was far too old to interest her, but if it would be advantageous for her to flirt with him to get him onboard with her administration, she would flirt with him.
“In that case, Ms. President, I must go inform the joint chiefs of my decision and issue the order to listen to you and not the emperor or his supposed successors. Goodbye and good day.” With that the Supreme Commander strode out of the chamber, his shoes clacking down the marble floors of the palace halls.
Agustín and José re-entered the room. Agustín held the folded flag of the emperor in his left hand. “We are finished.” Reported Agustín.
“I would hope so.” Said Kaylee smoothly and gently. “Come with me.” She interjected as she stood. She walked casually out of the throne room and towards the outside of the palace. She looked up at the plaza flag pole and saw the flag she had designed waving in the wind. The sun was just at the angle where it shown over the top of the skyscrapers around the city, it glared right at the flag but not so directly that it hurt her eyes. Agustín, who was standing to her left, had had a camera for he was a photo journalism student from a nearby university before Kaylee had recruited him, and he still loved to take pictures. As Kaylee stood there, in awe of her success and achievement, Agustín snapped a picture. He caught the perfect frame of Kaylee’s young and vibrant face illuminated by the sun and the flag filling most of the background. It was a shot that would circulate around the country for a long time to come.
Kaylee then left her attention toward the flag and moved back in to the palace. She returned to the throne room and pondered her next move in this elaborate game that was politics.