NationStates Jolt Archive

Warsaw, Wanderjar
19:00 Hours, February 27


The streets of Warsaw were barren as the winds howled across the building tops. Snow mounds billowed up alongside roads and house doorsteps, reflecting the street lights against the white ice sheets. Speaker systems which had long since been arrayed to relay important Government messages as well as large television screens came to life as the black suited man approached a large podium. He was of average height, strong of build, and hard of look. He gave the appearance of a man of strict discipline and conservative morality, obviously a military man.

Beside him marched a dozen black uniformed men of the same look, wearing the HELGHAST Armour which the soldiers of the Heer had always worn proudly. These men however were different. Upon their arms were the red Arm Bands with the Tri-Directional Arrows of the Wanderjarian Reich, the symbol of Wanderjarian Militancy and Power. Upon their helmets were the dual lightning bolts symbolizing a soldier of the Schutzstaffel (SS), and on their opposite shoulder was a large numerical One, showing their membership in the 1st SS Leibstandarte Division, the Chancellor’s Personal Body Guard. Before the crowd stood still more hundreds of Polizei Officers, in their Combat Patrol Uniforms, standard issue since the Warsaw Rebellion fifty years prior. Armoured Cars with machine guns on top provided heavy security.

Since the death of the Kaiser several years prior, the monarchy had fallen and as per Kaiser Baker’s wishes, a Parliamentary democracy was risen in its stead. However, in the absence of strong governance, the National Socialist Party had gained exuberant power by painting a veil of impending crisis amongst the Wanderjarian people.

The man approaching the podium was the newly elected Chancellor Tobias Kircher, the voice of the National Socialist Party of Wanderjar, and the demagogic hero of the People. He smiled in his intense way which sent chills down the spines of those who knew what was to come, and sent the crowd into a frenzy of praise for the man. He raised his right hand into the air, gloved in a black leather glove and clenched into a balled fist. Then, as the crowd’s roars died down, he began to speak.

“Good day to you all. As your new Chancellor, the servant of the people and the lord protector of this great state, it is my duty to ensure that each of you is defended, secure, and prosperous. After the death of our dear Monarch, and the rise of his Parliamentary Dream, we entered times of great crisis and despair. Our economy had fallen. Our pride was gone. Our hopes for a dominant place upon this God’s Earth was shattered. But I shall change that.”

“We are the future!” He cried. “Our time is now. The race of German people the world over shall rise again and see a new dawn of our superiority! The Prussian name shall again be one which instills fear and dread into the hearts of all foes and assurance into friend alike! We shall have a difficult path ahead of us, for we must labour endlessly for the glory of our Prussian state. Let us build industry to bestow upon the world our fine creations and works. Let us create schools to educate our children who shall become the future after we are gone! Let us create a New Wehrmacht so that we may defend our Prussian Fatherland and Honour! And most importantly, let us rebuild our unbreakable Prussian Pride!” The crowd was chanting now, shrieking “Kircher! Kircher! Kircher!” with unbridled ferocity.

“My people! For too long other nations have looked down upon us and ignored our might! Our Empire, our Fourth Reich, extends across the realms of many lands, dominating billions of people and creating among the mightiest Empires this world has ever known. Our People again shall rise!” And with that, hundreds of Supermarine Stalwart F.2 fighter craft soared past in tight formation, followed by numerous hundreds of Hawker Champion BTR.1 Mk 2 strategic bombers. The crowd looked in awe, which was again stunted as an entire Panzer Division with some five hundred Panzerkampfwagon XI, thundering on parade as they were followed by armoured infantry fighting vehicles and mass infantry formations. The crowd was hooked. And Tobias Kircher rested full confidence and control from the Wanderjarian people, and the Prussian World.

Across Wanderjar, Tigerlan, The PeoplesFreedom, and in the television sets of billions of people the world over, this speech, the parade, the entire entry into the new National Socialist State was viewed with many mixed emotions. It had already begun in Wanderjar, those who opposed the new regime and refused to conform were shipped off to nameless empty dugouts and summarily eliminated with all the ruthless cruelty which was deserved of traitors to the Reich. Across the Empire, Kaztania elected too it’s National Socialist Party as well as the Republic of Francaden. The Candistanis rallied around the new Chancellor from their enclaves throughout southern Wanderjar and threw wild raves in the many entertainment districts and clubs which was their trademark. A dark cloud had no descended across Nova Europa yet again, as its greatest power now again led the Eastern Nations in the reemergence of Fascism.

Five years prior
Warsaw, Wanderjar
0443 Hours, September 19




“Entailed within this document is my last will and testament,” Baker said, looking keenly through fading blue eyes. His strength was gone, it was apparent in his voice which had used to be so full of fire and vigour, and in the frailty which time had cast to his war-beaten body. Beneath several layers of blankets and silk sheets, laying comfortably upon his feather bed, the Kaiser Baker who had ruled for almost a century was finally dying.

“Now, I entrust it to you, my Officer Staff and friends, to ensure the stability of the Reich and the carrying out of my wishes after I am gone.” He smiled and tears shed from every man in the room. “Why saddened?” He asked quizzically. “I go now to be with God, my heavenly father as well as the many friends who mine who have long since passed themselves. No, I do not fear death. I embrace it.” This did not alleviate the mood with any noticeable impact, and others simply venerated him more for his stoic stance on facing the unknown. “It is my time. I bid you all good life and a fond farewell,” and then the last breath of his life escaped his lungs, and he sank back into the bed peacefully. Beside nurses pronounced his death, and carefully removed him from the bed and took him by stretcher to be prepared for a State funeral.

“And so it ends the Reign of Christoph Baker, son of Daniel Baker,” Field Marshal von Dover whispered. “Heil the Fuhrer!” And this phrase was thus chanted around the room.

“Well,” Generalmajor von Kleist said solemnly. “Open the document so we can know his final Orders.”

“Very well then, Admiral Ernst, would you care to do the honour?” von Dover nodded to the Admiral.

“I would be delighted to.” He removed a letter opener from the desk which he was standing by, and slipped it under the fold, cutting sideways and releasing the seal. He removed the paper from its encasing, and then proceeded to read.


“My final orders to all of you, my loyal compatriots, friends, colleagues, and soldiers of the Fatherland, are as follows:
1) The Monarchy has fallen. I have born no heir and thus there is no reason or way to continue as such. Thus we must look to the future and begin a path of freedom and democratic transition. Institute a Parliament for the People which will have strength and influence. Allow the people to vote for their representatives and their executive leaders.
2) You all shall remain on the General Staff. You have served me well, and I know that you shall serve my successors well. Consider yourselves each Heroes of the Reich.
3) See to it that all possessions of the Monarchy, all its wealth and assets, go to the People. Whether it be through Government programs or through simple checks is for the next regime to decide.
4) Allow for a true free Market to rule Wanderjar.

Do these things, and you shall be carrying out the extent of my last executive order for Wanderjar.


The men around the room nodded in agreement and discussed amongst themselves ways in which to Organise this new Government which he desired to be formed. Admiral Ernst then began to laugh softly, and then harder as he read further into the paper. Curiously, von Kleist asked, “What are you chuckling at?”

“That wasn’t all he wrote. He also said, “And please remember to leave my Butterfly Collection to GeneralOberst von Fedor. Why? For only he would actually want it!” Uproarious laughter broke out through the crowded room, breaking back against the tears.

“Hey Fedor, it’s true! Only you would want that!” More laughter took the room. They began deliberations then upon how to enact this system, however its conclusion was simply attained. They decided that a system much like the old American system of democracy would be the most effective for assuring Kaiser Baker’s wishes met. They convened at a gathering later that day in Baker’s honour. People from across the globe attended from many nations, both former friend and foe alike. Months later would see the beginning of the political campaigning for the Government’s executive as well as legislative branches. Then would begin the downward spiral into the National Socialist’s Regime.