Razril States
19-01-2009, 10:03
EARTH II THREAD - Forgot to Specify!
Rakutei Township / Republic of Amber / Independent Razril States / Southern Australia
21:00
Demien Nambur collapsed into a large leather chair with a sigh and wearily rubbed his temples. His suit was disheveled and unbuttoned, a tie was nowhere to be found. His young features were well kept and in line with the image of a politician but here in his solace and privacy he allowed the hidden wear to show. Under him, his Bernese Mountain Dog "Orchid" panted heavily with her jaws naturally wrinkled into a canine grin. One of the mans fingers hung down a bit to scratch her head causing the pet's tail to wag and thump against the hardwood floor. For all anyone could really see though, her tail beat against air because the room was so dark. The only light came from a small flat LCD monitor on the desk next to him which, flashed news footage of people celebrating and men in suits smiling and shaking hands.
"Good", he said almost sadly, "Good good good", each time patting the dogs head. He stands back up and stretches out a little bit before walking to a nearby door hidden in the darkness, his gait resembling that of a man doomed to the gallows, and knocking softly. It is opened by a well armed man in combat sunglasses, revealing a brightly lit hallway. More men with guns stand and slowly begin to usher the disheveled man down the hallway. Behind him one of the guards looks over to the one marching next to him and nudges. "Wow, from the way he looks you'd have thought he lost", he utters with a confused inflection.
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Muse (Formally Melbourne, Australia) / Independent Razril States / Australia
21:02
Flashbulbs light as pictures are eagerly taken of such an historic moment. The well suited men all finished their handshakes and waves to the press, smiling all the time. Always smiling. Must keep smiling. Must be proper. Several soldiers walked in and saluted the suited men. "It's time to leave Minister Hannock, sir", one of the armed men uttered softly to a particularly visual man in the group. He was well dressed in a designer suit with royal gold buttons and studs and his fingers where adjourned with jewelry. Several shiny badges decorated a purple sash wrapped over his shoulder though they weren't quite as shiny as his bright smile which some dentist had no doubt watched over for years. He bowed softly and the soldier repeated suit albeit lowered and began to lead the group backstage, armed guard in tow.
The crowd cheered and applauded, on their feet as the suited men left. The suits returned the favor with waves and more smiles. Must keep smiling. Must keep waving. Must be proper. Slowly they where ushered backstage as well dressed people smiled and whistled, more soldiers saluted, and more reporters took photographs. Amidst all this chaos, the group was eventually ushered into a large garage and the door was padlocked behind them. Finally privacy away from the press and cameras. The garage was bare except for a few parked limousines and an armored military vehicle. A well decorated military officer slowly walked up to greet them followed by an outfit of soldiers. The group stopped as they saw the man and stood. Must be proper. Must be proper. Minister Hannock stepped forward and the two met a few feet away from the others on both sides. They shared a few private words and the officer saluted, Hannock did not. One of the soldiers slowly walked up to the two as his superior bowed to the minister who bowed as well but not quite as low. The officer than spun on his heels and began to walk away. Behind him, his subordinate drew a pistol, quickly aimed it at the Minister's forehead and pulled the trigger. The bullet made a clean hole through his head and red splattered behind him and onto the unpainted cement wall. The group of suited men just bowed slightly and smiled. Must keep smiling. Must stay proper. The body was quickly dragged away by a gloved soldier and another of the suited men stepped forth to take his place...
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"Many years of hard struggle had finally culminated in that historic moment. The "Confederacy" of Razril States had finally collapsed and it's Ministers where either locked up or dead - - Ben who are you talking to - - Quiet woman! I'm recording my memoirs! Excuse me. From 1903 to 1947, Razril had been a single successful independent nation under the rule of a King and a Court Appointed High Minister. Well maybe not so successful. Economic depressions are all the excuse you need I guess to get a people to revolt against their leader and execute his family and kids. In the resulting chaos however, two many tried to claim power at once and the nation was split into four competing independent states of Razril. This "Confederacy" was no more stable than the city states of ancient Greece and it's leaders ruled it like apathetic children, oblivious to their people's suffering.
With the rise of the internet to most of Razril in the late 90's and it's quick adoption by the technologically adept people, a new form of communication began to form between young people of Razril. If through sheer ignorance of what the internet was or apathy, the usual tight rules of free speech were nearly unpunished on the web. (similar to US music download laws =P) The people of the various Razril nations began to realize that they where not so different once again and organized with political rallies and parties. The ones in power had of course used power, often violently, and what began as occasional police shootings of protesters quickly escalated into outright civil war.
The main belligerents were the governments of the Razil States and on the other a politician named Demian Nambur, a mysterious man who managed to remain highly visible in the media and with the people despite his fugitive status and hiding. He was backed by the "New Party" his personal organization which he presented as an alternative to the current government which was than backed by a loose coalition of smaller emerging parties and often non-centralized groups which communicated and organized through the internet. As the conflict wore on moreof the Ministers began to see how ineffective they where against the people, they decided on a last desperate bid for their power. They appeased the people with promises to change, a promise to unite the country once again and a promise to hold the countries first national elections in over 100 years. If worst came to worst, they always had the power of the military which was loyal to the people and due to successful propaganda and indoctrination, meant they where loyal to the ministers. Athletic nationalistic youths really where such a valuable resource.
The bid backfired when it was revealed that a high ranking military official (a colonel) who worked in the war ministry of Kuskus (a state of Razril), was also active in rebel politics and internet propaganda. (he had a few internet video hosting sites with rebel videos bookmarked on his browser) He was subsequently charged and hanged by short drop hanging(a more cruel version). More soldiers and officers began to step forward who also believed in this "rebeL" message which they too saw as a movement of the people. They felt the punishment was unjust and petioned their superiors. These grassroots movements culminated in a military election between siding with a "people's" government or the current government. Even though both elections would be important, Nambur had to win the military vote or it was as if he lost both anyway. Coup by democracy. Both elections were to be held on January 19th.
Nambur one the people's election by a healthy margin, no surprise there. I remember watching him when it was announced over the radio. Everyone else cheered. He just nodded, his eyes staring off into space. Eyes on the prize I suppose. His fugitive status had been temporarily lifted for these elections and you think a man who had lived his last few years in god knows where would have more fun with himself free and clear in a hotel with friends, but you would be wrong. When the military gave it's election report, many in the room gave a groan. Not for any hatred or contempt for the military but a shared boredom with the pomp and ceremony that accompanied everything a military did. I partially agree, I don't think an official statement needs to be delivered by an honor guard and accompanied by a full playing of "Waltzing Matilda" but really it just helped them to forget about what it could mean for them all of they lost. Finally the results were read by a mustached officer in a manual perfect uniform. "The First General Election of the Razril People's Armies of Kuskus, Rakutei, Radat and Antei have voted in support of the new government as proposed forth by the "New Party" Minister Demian Nambur effective as of this declaration and swears all allegiance to it and it's people henceforth". I remember wondering why they had to word it like that but everyone was too happy to care. Celebrating, the people had won and won fairly.
I often muse on the last image I saw of my former leaders. Suited, being saluted and surrounded by people cheering. Cheering their demise. They where simply raised the way they where by their parents who lived as if gods over their own empires. And in their final moments they had resorted to the lessons drilled into them as children about when to do when pressured by the people. Smile and wave..smile and wave. Just stay proper. Maybe that's why Nambur looked so depressed and guilt-ridden. Maybe he saw them as innocent too despite all their grievances. It wasn't his orders to kill them but the military and deep down inside even he knew the two sides could never coexist. I always liked that. He wore his emotions on the outside and let his people in, like a real government should. It symbolized a new nation. My new nation and I remember watching that first sunrise over -- Ben for the love of, go to sleep! -- Ok! Ok!".
Rakutei Township / Republic of Amber / Independent Razril States / Southern Australia
21:00
Demien Nambur collapsed into a large leather chair with a sigh and wearily rubbed his temples. His suit was disheveled and unbuttoned, a tie was nowhere to be found. His young features were well kept and in line with the image of a politician but here in his solace and privacy he allowed the hidden wear to show. Under him, his Bernese Mountain Dog "Orchid" panted heavily with her jaws naturally wrinkled into a canine grin. One of the mans fingers hung down a bit to scratch her head causing the pet's tail to wag and thump against the hardwood floor. For all anyone could really see though, her tail beat against air because the room was so dark. The only light came from a small flat LCD monitor on the desk next to him which, flashed news footage of people celebrating and men in suits smiling and shaking hands.
"Good", he said almost sadly, "Good good good", each time patting the dogs head. He stands back up and stretches out a little bit before walking to a nearby door hidden in the darkness, his gait resembling that of a man doomed to the gallows, and knocking softly. It is opened by a well armed man in combat sunglasses, revealing a brightly lit hallway. More men with guns stand and slowly begin to usher the disheveled man down the hallway. Behind him one of the guards looks over to the one marching next to him and nudges. "Wow, from the way he looks you'd have thought he lost", he utters with a confused inflection.
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Muse (Formally Melbourne, Australia) / Independent Razril States / Australia
21:02
Flashbulbs light as pictures are eagerly taken of such an historic moment. The well suited men all finished their handshakes and waves to the press, smiling all the time. Always smiling. Must keep smiling. Must be proper. Several soldiers walked in and saluted the suited men. "It's time to leave Minister Hannock, sir", one of the armed men uttered softly to a particularly visual man in the group. He was well dressed in a designer suit with royal gold buttons and studs and his fingers where adjourned with jewelry. Several shiny badges decorated a purple sash wrapped over his shoulder though they weren't quite as shiny as his bright smile which some dentist had no doubt watched over for years. He bowed softly and the soldier repeated suit albeit lowered and began to lead the group backstage, armed guard in tow.
The crowd cheered and applauded, on their feet as the suited men left. The suits returned the favor with waves and more smiles. Must keep smiling. Must keep waving. Must be proper. Slowly they where ushered backstage as well dressed people smiled and whistled, more soldiers saluted, and more reporters took photographs. Amidst all this chaos, the group was eventually ushered into a large garage and the door was padlocked behind them. Finally privacy away from the press and cameras. The garage was bare except for a few parked limousines and an armored military vehicle. A well decorated military officer slowly walked up to greet them followed by an outfit of soldiers. The group stopped as they saw the man and stood. Must be proper. Must be proper. Minister Hannock stepped forward and the two met a few feet away from the others on both sides. They shared a few private words and the officer saluted, Hannock did not. One of the soldiers slowly walked up to the two as his superior bowed to the minister who bowed as well but not quite as low. The officer than spun on his heels and began to walk away. Behind him, his subordinate drew a pistol, quickly aimed it at the Minister's forehead and pulled the trigger. The bullet made a clean hole through his head and red splattered behind him and onto the unpainted cement wall. The group of suited men just bowed slightly and smiled. Must keep smiling. Must stay proper. The body was quickly dragged away by a gloved soldier and another of the suited men stepped forth to take his place...
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"Many years of hard struggle had finally culminated in that historic moment. The "Confederacy" of Razril States had finally collapsed and it's Ministers where either locked up or dead - - Ben who are you talking to - - Quiet woman! I'm recording my memoirs! Excuse me. From 1903 to 1947, Razril had been a single successful independent nation under the rule of a King and a Court Appointed High Minister. Well maybe not so successful. Economic depressions are all the excuse you need I guess to get a people to revolt against their leader and execute his family and kids. In the resulting chaos however, two many tried to claim power at once and the nation was split into four competing independent states of Razril. This "Confederacy" was no more stable than the city states of ancient Greece and it's leaders ruled it like apathetic children, oblivious to their people's suffering.
With the rise of the internet to most of Razril in the late 90's and it's quick adoption by the technologically adept people, a new form of communication began to form between young people of Razril. If through sheer ignorance of what the internet was or apathy, the usual tight rules of free speech were nearly unpunished on the web. (similar to US music download laws =P) The people of the various Razril nations began to realize that they where not so different once again and organized with political rallies and parties. The ones in power had of course used power, often violently, and what began as occasional police shootings of protesters quickly escalated into outright civil war.
The main belligerents were the governments of the Razil States and on the other a politician named Demian Nambur, a mysterious man who managed to remain highly visible in the media and with the people despite his fugitive status and hiding. He was backed by the "New Party" his personal organization which he presented as an alternative to the current government which was than backed by a loose coalition of smaller emerging parties and often non-centralized groups which communicated and organized through the internet. As the conflict wore on moreof the Ministers began to see how ineffective they where against the people, they decided on a last desperate bid for their power. They appeased the people with promises to change, a promise to unite the country once again and a promise to hold the countries first national elections in over 100 years. If worst came to worst, they always had the power of the military which was loyal to the people and due to successful propaganda and indoctrination, meant they where loyal to the ministers. Athletic nationalistic youths really where such a valuable resource.
The bid backfired when it was revealed that a high ranking military official (a colonel) who worked in the war ministry of Kuskus (a state of Razril), was also active in rebel politics and internet propaganda. (he had a few internet video hosting sites with rebel videos bookmarked on his browser) He was subsequently charged and hanged by short drop hanging(a more cruel version). More soldiers and officers began to step forward who also believed in this "rebeL" message which they too saw as a movement of the people. They felt the punishment was unjust and petioned their superiors. These grassroots movements culminated in a military election between siding with a "people's" government or the current government. Even though both elections would be important, Nambur had to win the military vote or it was as if he lost both anyway. Coup by democracy. Both elections were to be held on January 19th.
Nambur one the people's election by a healthy margin, no surprise there. I remember watching him when it was announced over the radio. Everyone else cheered. He just nodded, his eyes staring off into space. Eyes on the prize I suppose. His fugitive status had been temporarily lifted for these elections and you think a man who had lived his last few years in god knows where would have more fun with himself free and clear in a hotel with friends, but you would be wrong. When the military gave it's election report, many in the room gave a groan. Not for any hatred or contempt for the military but a shared boredom with the pomp and ceremony that accompanied everything a military did. I partially agree, I don't think an official statement needs to be delivered by an honor guard and accompanied by a full playing of "Waltzing Matilda" but really it just helped them to forget about what it could mean for them all of they lost. Finally the results were read by a mustached officer in a manual perfect uniform. "The First General Election of the Razril People's Armies of Kuskus, Rakutei, Radat and Antei have voted in support of the new government as proposed forth by the "New Party" Minister Demian Nambur effective as of this declaration and swears all allegiance to it and it's people henceforth". I remember wondering why they had to word it like that but everyone was too happy to care. Celebrating, the people had won and won fairly.
I often muse on the last image I saw of my former leaders. Suited, being saluted and surrounded by people cheering. Cheering their demise. They where simply raised the way they where by their parents who lived as if gods over their own empires. And in their final moments they had resorted to the lessons drilled into them as children about when to do when pressured by the people. Smile and wave..smile and wave. Just stay proper. Maybe that's why Nambur looked so depressed and guilt-ridden. Maybe he saw them as innocent too despite all their grievances. It wasn't his orders to kill them but the military and deep down inside even he knew the two sides could never coexist. I always liked that. He wore his emotions on the outside and let his people in, like a real government should. It symbolized a new nation. My new nation and I remember watching that first sunrise over -- Ben for the love of, go to sleep! -- Ok! Ok!".