NationStates Jolt Archive

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Above: Ethnic divisions within the Armed Republic of Yuslevakia, located in South East Haven.

Kaugrade, The Armed Republic of Yuslevakia

It was a sunny winter day in Yuslevakia: the birds were chirping, the children were playing, and three quarters of the country was on the brink of seceding. Following the death of High Marshal Leonas Kito, the fascist strongman who had kept the fierce, centuries' old ethnic tensions between the different Yuslevak ethnic groups on the backburner for the past fifty years, things blew up quite rapidly. While in Yuslevakia proper the dreaded Svarinti, the secret police, kept things well under control, there were severe problems arising in regions were the Slev people were in the minority: anti-government activity was growing more and more prevelant, and morale within the Badrumas, the regular army, was on a sharp decline.

The High Marshal's successor, Juozas Vytautas, was far younger and not nearly as experienced as the Old Man, as he was known to the Yuslevakian people. While immensely popular amongst the ethnic Slevs that dominated the government of Yuslevakia, the same could not be said of the others: among the Slovedonians, the Ulbonians, the Chruatians, and others, and opportunity for independance was sighted. While the last independance movement had been brutally crushed by Kito in the 70s, the recent lack of cohesian among Badrumas units would potentially make such a lopsided destruction of a rebellion impossible. Things would be different this time.

The Slev-dominated officer class was now very fearful of potential mass-desertions, a problem previously kept in check by embedded Svarinti officers. Dozens of trouble makers had already been sent to the gallows; this however only made things worse. Ethnic tensions were boiling over worse than anyone had seen in the last sixty years. Rioting was on the increase.

Among the elite Kadukas, the Republican Guard, however, this problem was non-existant. An entirely Slev formation, they instead took on a siege mentality when positioned in non-Slev areas. Perhaps their only problem was the fact that they were few in number: in fact, there were only six Kadukas regiments in service, with one of these precious formations (the Juriska Regiment) being located far to the north, in Ulbonian-dominated land.

The other five regiments were being repositioned: anticipating escalating troubles, Vytautas moved them into Slev-dominated lands and assigned them to guard the bases of the Karines, the Yuslevak Republican Air Force. He did not want his best troops to be caught off-guard, nor did he want anything threatening his greatest tool against any rebellion: air power.

Stangely enough, the feeling within the capital was one of anticipation: local Badrumas reserve units had been placed on full alert and entrenchments were being dug all around the capital: machinegun nests, anti-tank emplacements, even minefields were being built at a shocking rate. Surface-to-air missile and anti-aircraft artillery emplacements had trippled in number nearly over night, as had the amount of tanks and soldiers seen in the streets. City officials assured their citizens that this was part of a routine exercise and had nothing to do with the large enclaves of Harovenians and Kocobars within fifty miles of the city...nothing at all.

Aequatian Republic Haven Command (HAVENCOM) Headquarters, Burton, Innovata

The staff offices for HAVENCOM had been in a flurry of chaos since the beginning of the social breakdown in Yuslevakia, the unexpected death of High Marshal Kito had brought the nation's former "back alley" style social infrastructure to the ground and the noticeable rise in tensions immediately out the staff personnel to work. There had been no overt actions, but the field operatives in place with ARIA provided the G-2 Intelligence officer and staff with an image of the ethnic divides and the difficulties that many of the national military units were having in maintaining overall control over their men.

The current situation was nothing that warranted immediate action, however, General Gene McKinney as HAVENCOM's Commander-in-Chief wanted to have all of the forces within the local theatre to be prepared for a quick reaction deployment if the government in Kaugrade called on the international community to maintain order within the splintered nation. The units most likely called into action would be those currently deployed to Akimonad with the current Kent Agreement Rotation, namely Lieutenant-General Hulie Thacker's command of Aequatian Army Forces, Akimonad. No course of action was ordered for the Aequatian units under HAVENCOM for the time being other than to wait and watch the current situation and the coming deployment to keep the peace in the troubled nation.

To: Juozas Vytautas
From: The Army of Azif

My dear sir, word has spread to my country of the possibility of military action within your land. My people were at war with one another for 15 years without pause, and me and my men have killed more men then we can count. We fought in the jungles, became masters of guerrilla warfare, and generally got a taste for blood.

I miss those days.

Now that "peace" and "unification" have come, what is a warlord to do? My soldiers sit, day in and day out, guarding against a threat that will never come. We want blood! We want boom-ables! So, I extend my hand and my arm to you and yours.

My troops will fight for you, and I ensure you, they are perfect for any "campaign of terror" you might wish. We have placed the severed heads of our foes around our camps, and dug up the graves of traitors. We fear nothing, and can only find true joy in the sound of whizzing bullets and the cries of the dying.

Lets negotiate a price, after all, its nice to get the dirty work done while keeping your hands clean, isn't it?

Tjirana, Capitol of the Ulbonia Province

The City was quiet in the twilight hours before morning. Although all looked peaceful in the city, there was a simmering tension building underneath it all. The loss of the Leader of Yuslevakia, Leonas Kito, had put ethnic relations at all time low as more and more calls went up around Ulbonia and the other Provinces for independence from Yuslevakia, especially in Ulbonia. This call was brought forth by no powerfuler man in Ulbonia then Fisnik Bojaj, leader of the National Militia of Ulbonia, a Guerilla Army calling for the Independence of Ulbonia.

Suddenly, just as dawn broke, an explosion ripped through the City. Bojaj was making his move, with the support of many Ulbonians. The explosion was a bomb going off at a known Yuslevakian Secret Police station and the damage was immense. From the rubble National Militia members picked up two of the men responsible for the Yuslevakian Secret Police in Ulbonia and turned them over to Bojaj, he had plans for them, big plans.

Three hours later at a Captured TV Station, Bojaj seeked to show Yuslevakia his and Ulbonia's resolve. He had tied up the two from the rubble on poles in the Courtyard of the TV Station. They were blindfolded and gagged, while Bojaj made his speech to the world.

"Our so called Yuslevakian Leaders seek to destroy us, our culture, our religion, and our honor. They seek to make every Ulbonian a Slev. It was through their Secret Police and their Military they sought to turn us into slaves or worse, but not today. Not while I draw breath will Ulbonia fall to Yuslevakia or anyone's hands. We must remove those who stand in the way of Ulbonian supremacy, we must show them the way of their errors and put them on the path of the true faith." He said exuberantly to the camera, pacing about using his arms and hands to add emphasis to his voice. Then he reached off camera to a table and picked up a handgun.

"The Purge will begin here, with this." He said as he took aim at the first of the two Police Chiefs and shot him in square in the head. He turned back to the camera. "Does this displease you Yuslevakia? Seeing your Secret Police killed before you?" He said as he turned back to the other man and stuck the gun to forehead. He whispered just loud enough to hear "May Allah have mercy on your soul." Then he pulled the trigger.

Zergeb, Chruatia

Morning in largest Chruatian town Zergeb was anything but usual. Thousands of people were on large Jelazuc square, and dozens of flags of Chruatia could be seen everythere. There were also many Chruatian soldiers from Badrumas units near Zergeb, which consisted almost purely of Chruatians. Several high members Svarinti were hanged on lamp posts. But main suprize happened, then to balcony of old Zergeb Drama Theatre arrived Ante Žanić, man who had been hunted by Yuslevak authorities for years. He was leader of Usthušha Revolutionary Movement, which had been fighting for independent Chruatia for decades. So far it had only limited strenght and its most notable actions were assassinations of several Slev politicians and generals. But times were changing, everyone could feel it. Whole square became silent then Žanić started speaking:

“Fellow Chruatians! For years we have lived as part of Yuslevakia. In theory all Yuslevaks should be equal. But we all know it is a lie. In reality Slevs are more equal than others. Yuslevakia is led by Slev elite, who have conducted slow policy of Slevification of other ethnicities for years. We all know how army is dominated by Slevish officers, we all know how only Slevs are accepted in elite Kadukas. But best example of Slevish dominance is right here, hanged at those lamp posts. The infamous secret police. Svarinti beasts have been keeping eyes on all Yuslevaks for years. Those who speak against regime are captured during nights and never seen again. Terror is everythere. They show no mercy to anyone, children or elderly. At the name of Slevish dominance they are capable for everything.

Now this will change! We will change it together. New age has arrived, the age then Chruatians take control of their own affairs, and accept no foreign dominance! The age then we build our own glorius state, and bow to no one. I can not do it alone, neither can anyone else, but together we will do it. No matter what is the price, nobody will be able to stop Chruatians then they stand together. We will need to fight for our place in sun, as Slevish opressors will try to keep their empire together. And we will fight, and we will win that fight!

All Chruatian officers and soldiers need to join new Army of Chruatia. As you can see, units near Zergeb have already done so. Those who are in formations dominated by Slevs or other ethnicities should come and join us. But don’t leave your gun behind, we will need every last gun to defend ourselves. Every Chruatian should prepare for unavoidable war, that is at our doorstep. I call Chruatians all over Yuslevakia to stand together, and support each other. Form your defensive units and stand firm. Let the God bless our arms then we defend our homes. The one who loses faith is the one who has given up in advance. If the Chruatian people divide, the have signed their own death certificate. Everything is possible, only when there is strong hope and faith. I have faith in Chruatia, and I hope you will share it. Hereby, I declare Independent State of Chruatia!”

As Žanić finished everyone on square shouted “For Independent Chruatia!” That was followed by singing of unofficial Chruatian national anthem "Chruatian homeland".

All over Chruatia Svarinti members were captured, many were immediately linched by angry people, the rest were arrested in the same cells there they had tortured other people, and now Usthušha started interrogating them. Badrumas units with Chruatian majority started one by one swearing oath of loyalty to Independent Chruatia, Slevish officers who tried to stop this were usually hanged. Realizing that there is no time to waste, those units were ordered to take control of nearby armories and bases before Slevs manage to evaquate any equipment. From units which were dominated by other ethnicities, Chruatians started deserting en masse, oftenly taking with them as many arms as possible. Also Chruatians were actively forming local militias all around Yuslevakia, those militias were taking guns from anywhere they could find. Struggle for Independent State of Chruatia had started.

The sun was begining to set over the Skradins new Capital: Gragorin, its people went about their business, picking up shopping for the evening meal and generaly getting on with things, the ones were picking up their shopping were the affuential individuals who could afford food and not have to queue in the almost endless lines of people that stretched across the streets...

it was a regular occurance, food was heavily rationed to those who could not afford it, using food coupons to purchase a set amount of food, a loaf of bread that was to last a week, two ounces of sugar, jam, four ounces of flour, three eggs, this was normal life for the people since their newly formed state broke away from the Motherland...

It was a time of cautious joy, where people didn't know what to think or what to say, only they knew that with the way food was being rationed, it was probably for the worse...

Skradin Peoples Republik Military Headquaters, Gragorin

A large officer in a very smart and well presented uniform stood by a desk looking at a globe, his hand rested on it, while the other held a tumbler that contained some volitile Vodka, his hair was slightly grey and his face was ageing visibly, with wrikles forming across his forehead and under his eyes showing that he'd had many a late night during his time in the military.

"Gradenko... Tell me... What is going to happen now..." The ageing man spoke, turning around and facing a seat officer who was older, looked wiser and brandished several medals upon his chest, showing that he was not only a veteran of several conflicts but also of the breakaway....

"I do not know, Marko, it's not like us to simply break away from the motherland and forge ahead, I didn't expect the Regional governors to do such a thing."


"True but even so, The Skaro Family hold a lot of power... Perhaps it should be wise for us to use it, we need to mobilise our forces and show the rest of the factions that have broken away that the Peoples Republik mean business and that we are not frightened to use or show a bit of force."

"Maybe so, but the Skaro Officer class will not manage to force the Government into agreeing into military action, You should know your self Marko, being married to a Slorekno Familiy member, they are not to be trusted..." The old Officer leant forward as he spoke, placing his elbows at the edge of his knees and looking at Makro with narrowing eyes...

Marko's face crinkled into an expression of anger, the words cut like a knife, he knew it was true, she'd cheated on him and lied to him on many occasion, but his Honour as an Officer of the Skaro Family prevented him from meeting out any justice, and her being of the Slorenko family were politicians, governors and mayors, administration clerks and all back stabbing, loathed and hated in the Skradin Society... but those were the ones that held the true power, held the power by betraying others at the drop of a hat...

Marko knew that he had made the wrong decision marrying her, but he was young and foolish and full of the joys of love and romance until she cheated on him to climb the Government ladder, sleeping with however would give her the promotion fastest....

He loathed her, they never spoke and he spent the majority of the time in his office drinking Vodka and feeling sorry for himself..

Marko's eyes suddenly widened and narrowed again, looking at Gradenko...

"Perhaps then, The Skaro Family should assert themselves."

Gradenko laughed and leaned back into his chair...

"Yes.. Marko.... Perhaps it is..."

[Posting as Kocobo]

It was raining outside. Only a slight drizzle really. A gray atmosphere overhung the massive demonstrations and parades being made outside the presidential palace in the capital city of Pristovik. After losing some forgotten war to the Yuslevakians many years ago, in the days of the grandparents of this generations' grandparents, parts of Kocobo lay under the dominion of the Yuslevakians and Harovenians. Only in the past twenty years had the provinces of Koratvijik and Malobarn succeeded in seceding from Yuslevakian control. These provinces provided havens for ethnic Kocobars living in Yuslevakia and Harovenia. However these same havens were cut off from the motherland of Kocobo, they were isolated and under heavy political and economic pressures from those surrounding them. Meanwhile the oppressed Kocobars living between the two isolated provinces and Kocobo proper wanted to be a part of their ancestral homeland. They wanted to be free of Yuslevakian rule, they wanted to speak their own native tongue in schools and build as many Islamic mosques as they wished. They wanted daily prayer calls and more baklava.

Kocobo wanted them too. Important iron and copper mines existed in the seized territories. With the re-annexation of these territories Kocobo would inherit profitable natural gas lines and several power plants. It would be able to strengthen its pitiful economy and become a major power in the region. With the near monopoly Kocobo had on southern sea-trade it could profit greatly through trade with the major world powers if only it had access to the raw materials and infrastructure necessary to do this. This had to happen. There were millions of people behind this move and the Kocobar Army and its generals. Albeit most of the tanks were relic from the 60s and the primary fire arm of the infantry man was an AK-47 which was in most cases the same one his father had used in the military. T'was all good though. President Qerim Ahmetaj's plan would come into action soon enough. Troops were already being massed along the border and reserves were being called up for duty. It wasn't be anymeans a great military but it could get a job done without killing half its own off due to friendly fire. Ofcourse diplomacy was the first course of action.

KOCOBAR REPUBLIC

OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUE

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To the Armed Republic of Yuslevakia

This message is sent with the best of intentions. I and the rest of my nation mourn the loss of your leader. However there are certain national heritage issues which must be brought forward to the table. It would be in the best interests of both our great countries if the concerns of the ethnic Kocobar provinces of Malvitsa, Klitorittia, Illiorsan, and Sar. Notably those of secession from Yuslevakia and incorporation into Kocobo proper. Consider this communique as it is in both our best interests that this matter be settled for the good of the people involved and diplomatically.

Signed,
President Qerim Ahmetaj

And the gauntlet had been cast....

It had been quite the boring week for Joshua Daniels, even though he was the acting steward of Illior at the moment, with President Erika Kars away on “personal business,”. Personal business, he thought to himself, what personal business can a lucky bitch like her have? Where can she have friends? I mean, she grew up with her fucking nepotistic father always looking over her fucking shoulder, and most of her unit is dead. I need something to do… He began looking through the briefs that were sitting at his desk, and picked one at random “Yuslevakia: The Inevitable Collapse,” by some random Colonel from Burning Bay. Fucking Burning Bay, that fucking archaic tourist haven… something needs to be fucking done… Fuck I hate this country .

He began reading through the brief and found himself to be inseparable from it: it was highly informative, entertaining, and best of all, it gave him an idea. He put a call in to the DoSM, for short, and told them to go out and buy a hundred thousand rifles, and lots of ammo, and ship it all to burning bay, along with some ‘88’s for some “training exercises.”

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Official Message

Due to the increase in violence and instability in Yuslevakia, as well as confusion over ownership of utilities and infrastructure, CEI will henceforth discontinue all transmission of electricity and all shipments of natural gas to the Yuslevakian area until peace is restored.

Thank you for your patronage,

Lambert R. Dennys,
Director, Press Affairs

[AUS Freemantle]

Drip, drip, drip.

Down they came, an infinite hail of droplets from the heavens. They fell gently, careless but incessant, onto the head of the watchman. Tiny puddles of precipitation collected on the hood of his poncho, occasionally spilling over onto his body when he shifted his seating arrangement. The occasional but regular shock of cold fluid on his skin did little to improve the sailor's already doubtful good humor, and with a sigh he ran his hand along the fore grip of his carbine. The small clusters of droplets that clung to the cold metallic frame of his weapon were flung to the deck, intermingling with the seemingly endless quantity of liquid.

Sitting alone in a vast, watery darkness with only the rain and the hull to keep him company, Seaman Reginald "Reg" Parker could do little but try to stay warm while profusely cursing his luck.

He was sure that somewhere on his recruiting list was an assignment on a tropical island somewhere out west, filled with voluptuous women and equally ample alcoholic libations. Unfortunately, his pipe dream had overshot his objective circumstances by quite a significant margin, an unalienable truth that constantly resounded in his waterlogged mind. Sure, there were women and alcohol onboard the 'Mantle, but, alas, these were only marginal comforts. The women were, due to the circumstances of their diet and exercise regimen (as well as, as one of Reg's compatriots in Engineering had suggested, the alleged homosexuality of a certain Chief Storekeeper), generally indistinguishable from the men apart from their genitalia, with the alcohol doubling as a unclogging agent and machinery cleaner. All in all, as the aforementioned engineer would often muse, "it's a rough deal". Reg couldn't help but agree.

While he was lost in his thought train of wistfulness and self pity, Reg failed to notice a shadow in the monsoon cautiously approaching him from behind. The unawareness was not mutual, and the figure crept closer to the unwary seaman, a glinting object in its possession, seemingly ready to strike.

He turned, and yelped in surprise. His outcry was answered by a surprisingly calm (and somewhat remotely attractive) feminine voice. Truly a shame that this reassuring sound was partially spoiled by a hint of sarcasm.

"You're a hell of a watchmen, Parker."

Parker, who's heart rate had momentarily outpaced the rotational speed of a nearby weather RADAR, stood up on shaky and wet legs. His voice was as unsteady as the deck that they stood upon.

"Eh, sorry, si-, um, ma'am. It won't happen again."

He swore that she smiled through the sheets of rainwater separating them, and could not help but shift his lips upward in response.

"I know it won't, Seaman, because I'm relieving your watch. Get belowdecks and get some shuteye, Parks, you've got eight hours till you could show me some more of those eagle eyes of yours."

Flirting onboard a naval vessel of the Auraelian Maritime Defense Forces was a subtle affair, all in all. Parker shivered instinctively from the icy air, but, naturally, as any intrepid sailor knew, illegal fraternization policies were a far more potent enemy than the weather or hostile forces. He nodded almost imperceptibly to his 'comrade', approaching her on the right as he made his way to a nearby stairwell. She playfully bumped into him as he passed her side, their rifles clanging together rather audibly as he turned towards her.

"Petty Officer, ma'am, may I requisition a new weapon to replaced the one damaged by the negligence of my superior officers while in the line of duty, ma'am?"

She grinned evilly at him, and he felt a slight tingle of anxiousness run down his spine.

Yeah, anxiousness, keep telling yourself that, Parks.

"No, you may not, seaman, and if you do not report to your quarters immediately, you will find you will be requisitioning a far more vital component of your combat gear."

Touche, Petty Officer, touche.

He duly saluted his superior, who smartly returned it, all feelings of jauntiness and foolery having evaporated nearly instantaneously. As Parks made his way into the aft superstructure of the McHenry class guided missile cruiser, he began to ponder whether his previous views on females in blue were misplaced, or whether he was simply getting used to living in a floating sausage-with-sauerkraut fest.

His tired feet carried him as far as his bunk, an enclosed (McHenry class vessels were made for crew comfort, at least, relative crew comfort) eight by four foot shelter, containing a bed and rudimentary dresser. The bed was pristinely kept, and for a brief moment he imagined he was in a fancy resort, until he realized that such pristineness had only come from a single pair of hands: his own. Once more cursing his luck, his quickly stripped down to his damp briefs, throwing his aching body onto the semi-soft (again, relative comfort) mattress. His eyes closed, and he soon fell into a deep and well needed slumber.

Meanwhile, the ship around him, and her eleven formation-mates, declined the opportunity to rest and recharge. Pebbled nuclear reactors were fairly inexhaustible articles, and their doggedness was, of course, undisputed by neither the crews that operated them or the ships built around them. This unfaltering dedication soon drove both eastward, as the aforementioned power plants surged ahead towards uncertainty, an uncertainty embodied by one name: Yuslevakia.