NationStates Jolt Archive

...and then the Communists got angry.

Bulgian Popular Republic, East Balkans

Besk was reeling. Bulgislavia, Bulgia's little neighbour to the south, which should by the end of the year have been established as little more than a puppet, was under foreign occupation, its Communist leadership executed and revolution in tatters.

The BPR was dealing, in a manner of speaking, with thousands of desperate refugees now that Bulgislavia had lifted border restrictions, compelling the administration to call up the reserves and begin the processing of refugees at the embassy and the so-called Friendship Tunnel only recently sunk to join the two nations by road.

Along the border, which was not of insignificant length, Popular Army engineers were raising new defences. First, razor wire was strung out for kilometre after kilometre while minefields were being sewn. In many places, the Bulgians were clearly violating Bulgislavian territory, minelayers and wire-stringing vehicles delving as far into the nation's territory as they dared to without encountering Void Templar occupation forces. Behind, earthworks were being raised with a concrete wall rising atop them. Within the huge earthen berm, slits were appearing through which machineguns and anti-tank weapons would eventually protrude.

In Besk, the national capital, President Grigore Istok declared a state of emergency in response to the collapse of Bulgislavia and the influx of refugees. A new plan was issued:

1) All military leave is cancelled

2) All reserve forces are to report for duty

3) The military is reorganised as the Bulgian Popular Army, including Ground Forces, Air Force, Air Defence Force, Naval Forces including Navy, Naval Infantry, and Coastal Artillery, and Strategic Weapons Command

4) The draft shall be expanded until such time as the total strength of the BPA is not less than 2.1 million men under arms (this in a nation of 45 million souls)

5) Martial Law is in effect

6) The Securitat shall be empowered to detain without specific warrant or limitation any person of any post or nationality suspected of seditious activity against the state or the revolution

7) The nations borders shall be closed. Refugees from Bulgislavia shall be processed at the Friendship Tunnel and the Bulgian embassy to Bulgislavia and their applications granted or denied according to the Bulgislavian Citizens' Salvation Act

8) Strike action in the areas of Vital National Industry [defined] shall be prohibited; monthly production targets for defence corporations shall be increased by not less than 40%

9) The Void Templar is declared a hostile entity and shall be treated as such in accordance with the Hostile Entities Act

10) The Bunker Defence Plan shall be carried forward at an increased rate, receiving first priority from all planning and supply boards. The Bulgian Popular Republic shall be created a fortress state for the preservation of the revolution and the state

The BCF sent a letter to the Bulgian Leadership

We understand your reasoning. With the collapse of a communist neighbor you fear a domino theary similar to 1989. Well I'll tell you we took the same steps.... 18 years later howd that work out for us? We would also like to inquire about the where abouts of Omar Milencu. If he is in Bulgia we would like him returned where we will face the Fireing squad with his parents for the following crimes

#1 Crimes against the people

#2 Abuse of power

#3 embezzlement of state funds (Using the Olympic and sporting fund as his own bank account)

#4 Murder

#5 Rape

#6 torturing Bulgislavian Athletes

(OOC: Do you want Omar to be in exile in Bulgia or some other communist state to take care of him? he is quite a hand full haha)

In Besk, where it was becoming painfully apparent that the institution of martial law and the widening of the Securitat's powers were steps taken to complete the post-election coup that would cement Communist Party rule, calling even democratic dissent through the likes of the Bulgian Socialist Worker's Party seditious, Prime Minister Kronyatensko declared that, "They will never find comrade Omar Milencu!" clearly implying that he was hidden in Bulgia.

In truth, nobody knew where he was, but where was the fun in that?



OOC: Sure, why not? Heh, I know that's obvious, but never mind!

"So they killed old ma and pa! hahahaha!" Omar gupled down the rest of his bottle of vodka that he had been drinking since his Helicopter ride from Bulgislavia

"The Cigouriva didnt put in a good enough fight. If i'd known they wouldnt of packed much of a punch I wouldnt of helped contribute in killing my parents. Oh well, The time will come when I will return to the hall of the Party and make my home again" said Omar slurring his words a bit

"Hey I wanna meet some Bulgian lady and see how they compare with the Bulgislavian whores" said Omar

Having finally confirmed that Omar made it across the border, and after some time spent tracking him down, Besk began to realise that they'd inherited quite the problem. Still, he might be a necessary evil, and had to be accommodated.

While Bulgia officially had no red light districts or such, Securitat agents attached to Milencu informed him that a suite at the Hotel Presidential was prepared for him, and sent one of their number out to the less than saintly Sava Street area of Besk to find some suitable and inconsequential ladies.

Despite official conditions, the fact remained that many Party members had needs as big as their bald patches and pot bellies, while many young people had spent the Nechita reform period of the 1990s going off the rails and experiencing drugs for the first time, leaving the Popular Republic with an unwanted class neither enemies nor workers, just ideologically incompatible dregs. So a couple were brought along to the Presidential, built in a tourist drive in the old People's Republic but never widely patronised until it was turned into a casino and entertainment complex in the '90s and just recently siezed by the state and... well now it wasn't doing much, so Omar pretty well had the run of the place, all 106 rooms, two kitchens, sightly run-down games room, three bars, and so on. Only thing was he only had three armed Securitat agents for company, and of course the spaced-out girls they picked up on Sava Street.

The Templarian troops kept their distance from the Bulgians at the Friendship tunnel, staying just within sight. They would tolerate their presence for now, as they appeared to be doing good and helping the refugees. The new wall of defenses was worrying them, but it was doubtful that the Bulgians would try anything. And if they did, all the more fun to be had.

Omar burst into one of the games room

"The fuckwits in Terevesti! slothing around in the new cesspool of capitalism!" A small bony Bulgian girl was hanging behind him terrified

"You filthy little brat, wait for me in the hall! I'm going to get something to eat!" One of the guards pulled the girl away

"Dont worry Omar, I'll take care of her" he said looking for any excuse to leave

"I dont give a fuck, you can take her to hell! If I dont fuck her I'll fuck any other girl in this shithole! or this country!" he was barely sounding intelligable and stumbled over to a chair

"What would you like to eat?" asked a waiter on call

"Give me somthing nice! Osters! I want Osters!" he said
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A women approached Omar. She was 25, one year younger then Omar.

"Comrade.... Comrade Omar!" said the woman in Bulgislavian. She was quite a pretty woman, very attractive

"And who are you?! Bulgislavian Obviously" said Omar agitated by her upfront greetings

"Svetlana Lianescu, Why are you not out there reclaiming your titles! Reclaiming your nation!" she ordered

"Hey, does it look like I'm in a position...." Omar was interupted by Svetlana

"Dont rely on the Bulgians! You are in a position! Loyal Cigouriva are waiting for your orders and instead your ignoring thier efforts!"

"Why do you adress me like this!?" asked Omar confused, no woman had ever spoken to him like this

"I suggest you allow me to help you" she said changing her tune into a honeyed tone

"What could you possably do to help me?" asked Omar

"There is one thing i've learnt since I left Bulgislavia in April and that is, money makes the wolrd go around... I have millions stashed away. use that to fund your campaign to take back control"

Omar was suspicious

"Whats the catch!?"

"Well, I want you to make me a Milencu! I want to be with you Omar!" she said thursting herself foward

Omar moved his seat back so now Svetlana was on his lap

"Omar, you need to get to know me. I will help you become the future of Bulgislavia the greatest leader the nation has ever had. Everything will be at our fingertips the people will adore us, The power, wealth, everything we have ever wanted will be there. Just allow me to be involved, I am experienced in all fields" she said while rubbing up his thigh

Omar didnt need to hear anymore to him whatever she said was beautiful and perfect.

Omar was lying in bed, Svetlana was putting her clothes back on

"You know marriage doesnt really fit with me" said Omar

"I know.... It doesnt fit with me either but we'll work something out" said Svetlana

"So how many people you fucked.... I've lost count all I know is that I wash my prick in thier ****s" said Omar proudly

Svetlana froze then shuddered at the comment

"Darling dont speak like that it'll make me psyically ill!" growled Svetlana

"So I trust you have a plan?" said Omar

"Well we start pouring money into Cigouriva, the ones that fled here, it wont be a problem to send them back south, fight a war, cause chaos... Oh its all so self explanitory. No one else in Bulgislavia is trying hardenough to get the system back, they are all idiots!" she said

OOC: Is it okay if I get involved.

(OOC: let me know if this isn’t open and I’ll but out lol)


IC:


Let it be known that Congressional Parliament and the Executive Government of The Googleistic Democracy of Googlewoop fully supports the efforts of Void Templar in ridding Bulgislavia of the communist menace and hold hopes for the speedy restoration of the rightfully elected governing body.


Alexander Doona

Secretary of State and Foreign Affairs
The Googleistic Democracy of Googlewoop