NationStates Jolt Archive

Chaos. That was the one word that could sum everything up. The governments of Ka-Spel and Razoj had collapsed. Grocery stores had quickly been emptied. People gathered all their supplies and weapons, some with rifles and others with only knives. Families barricaded their doors and windows and hid in their basements. Those in apartments formed groups to defend each other.

The sound of gunfire echoed across towns. Some of the old police had tried to maintain peace, but had had little success. Gangs rode through towns, some in cars but most on motorcycles. They prowled the streets, pillaging buildings with little to no resistance. Gangs occasionally crossed paths, and those who did ended up in violent clashes, fighting with everything from pistols and shotguns to switch-blades and crowbars. Drive by shooting ripped men apart. People fired aimlessly with machine guns as they drove by on motorcycles. They fired shotguns out the windows of cars. People shoved knives through each other’s necks and hearts.

Hans Dresdner sat in a chair in his living room. Leaning against the chair was his M98 k magnum bolt-action rifle, a modern version of the old Kar98. He had a long history of experience with guns. He was one of the few who were able to go outside without fear of being attacked. The gangs didn’t come around this particular neighborhood very much. It was a middle wealth neighborhood and would have been well worth raiding, but it was also one of the very few areas police still had under control. His police.

The street was fortified with spike strips on the roads and barricades behind them, and heavily patrolled by police officers, SWATs, and armed civilians. Hans didn’t think any run-of-the-mill gang was dumb enough to attack. Aged 32, Hans Dresdner was a police chief and veteran of military service and he looked the part: tall, heavily built, dark haired, and iron-jawed, with icy blue eyes.

Hans got up from his chair, taking his rifle with him, and went to his computer to check any news updates. Many gangs are still roaming around, but police forces are making progress to restoring the peace. Do what you can to help any law enforcement that arrives at your door. For now, it’s still best if you stay indoors. “Nothing new,” said Hans’ brother Heinrich Dresdner, who had walked in unnoticed. “By progress I’m sure they mean they have a couple more inches under control.”

“Probably,” Hans replied. Heinrich was twenty-eight years old and had dark brown hair like his brother, but wasn’t quite as tall or bulky Heinrich had spent a few years in the police before getting his degree in electronics engineering. Heinrich and his wife Laura had been visiting Hans when all Hell broke loose, and had been staying with him ever since.

“We need to do something to help out. You’re the chief of police here.” Heinrich said.

“When God tells you what we can do, I’m all ears,” replied Hans. “We’re can’t cover anything more than this small area. We just don’t have enough people, or else we’d get stretched out and vulnerable. It would take an army bring peace back to this country.”

Hans thought a minute, and then said excitedly “I think God just blessed me with that idea. Everyone across the country is staying in their basement, living in fear. They will do anything to go back to the way things were.” He started typing furiously. “We put out the message that anyone who seeks peace should come here, and those who live near will come to us. With more people, we can expand what we control and then when others see that it’s working, they will come here and we can continue to make real progress. I’ll put the news all over the internet. You’re an electronics engineer, start making a radio to broadcast the message. And tell Otto and Kathrin Ackermann to get the hell over here and help.”

Hans Dresdner would have his army. A New Age would begin.

No one showed up the next day. Or the next. Or the next. On the fourth day, a family of three arrived. On the fifth, a lone man came, and later a small group of men. Soon, there was a steady trickle of refugees coming into the neighborhood. The amount of the town that Hans could control grew. After about two weeks, the increase in Hans Dresdner’s personnel was enough that they had pacified the entire town.

Hans sat in his living room with his brother Heinrich and his longtime neighbor and friend, Otto Ackermann. “We’ve secured the town, but I’m afraid that’s about all we can get.”

“Why?” Heinrich asked. “We can have our men move across the countryside. They move through the forests alongside the highways and ambush biker gangs, and we can liberate the land of these retched thugs.”

“We have to face facts: our men are not a disciplined army, and even if they were, we have nowhere near the necessary supplies we’d need to take over the countryside. We need outside help. We can try to communicate with any other nearby towns that have secured themselves. But I think we may need international aid.”

“If we call for that, isn’t it likely that the nations we call on may try to take advantage of our status and conquer our land for themselves?” Otto pointed out. If we call on foreign aid, it has to be honorable countries that have reputations for being trustworthy and keeping their word.”

“Agreed,” Hans and Heinrich both said, one after the other.

A few days later, the following message was sent out to the nations of Unkerlantum, Layarteb, and the Roman Empire.

Our lands have fallen into anarchy, and gangs and thugs raid the towns. We have secured the town we are presently in, but lack the supplies and manpower to liberate our entire country. We have communicated with some other free towns, and are trying to form a union to rebuild our once great nation. We are trusting that you are an honorable nation and won’t backstab us and take our land for yourselves. Once the land is stable again, we will do our best to repay you. Our country was once strong, and we intend to make it that way again. Any aid would be appreciated. Thank you.

Official Communique

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Priority: High
Recipient: To Whom It May Concern
Origin: Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Classification Level: Secure
Subject: Aide Request


The Empire has received your request for aide but we are uncertain what is needed and where we need to send it. Please communicate to us the necessary details.

Sincerely,
Minister of Foreign Affairs


Classification Levels

Standard: Standard classification is the normal level of encryption. It is equivalent to the standard levels of encryption seen on most secure e-mail clients.

Confidential: Confidential classification is a higher level of encryption than "Standard" but it is not heavily encrypted. It is used mostly for flash traffic to foreign countries and requires some additional decoding time. It uses 512-bit RSA encryption methods and has several key ciphers that change unpredictably.

Secure: Secure communiques use 1024-bit RSA encryption and several key ciphers within them that change unpredictably to ensure that message traffic is not hacked or decoded. Access to said messages would require heavy cracking software and significant resources but it is not "uncrackable." It can be a viable level through 2010.

Encrypted: Encrypted classification is the second highest level of classification. It is uses 2048-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers within it to ensure that cracking it would take such a significant amount of time to accomplish that, should it be done, the message's usefulness would have already expired. Though anything is crackable, because of the methods employed, this level is often considered "uncrackable" by current capabilities. To ensure revolving protecting, ciphers and encryption algorithms will change unpredictably. This level is sufficient until 2030.

Maximum: Maximum classification is the highest level of classification available. It uses 3072-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers that change unpredictably. It can provide protection past 2030.

Experimental: Currently not a fully recognized level, experimental denotes a category using 15360-bit RSA encryption and multiple key ciphers that change unpredictably. It is not in full operational use as of yet.

Hans Dresdner, Heinrich Dresdner, and Otto Ackermann sat in a hotel in Salzburg.

"Good news," Heinrich said. "Those last two gangs that continued to trouble us have finally been put down."

"That is good." Hans replied, then asked, "Have we recieved any responses to our request for foreign aid?"

"The Empire of Layarteb has sent us a message," Ackermann answered. "They wish to know what kind of aid we need and where."

"Anyone else respond?" Hans asked.

"No"

"That's not good," Heinrich replied. "We need all the help we can get right now."

"True, but Layarteb is a powerful nation and will most likely be able to provide us with the assistance we require," Hans said. "Send them a message telling them what they want to know."

"Before we do, will be able to pay them back?" Ackermann asked.

"I don't know," Hans replied honestly. "But we need this for the sake of the people and to restore peace, and so we shall try to do so to the best of our abilities."

Message to The Empire of Layarteb:
We are grateful for your willingness to assist our struggle. We require food supplies, as well as disciplined armed forces to help clear the countryside of gangs. We currently reside in the city of Salzburg, which we have completely secured, so that is where any support should arrive.

The Klievan request for support came at a bad time. The situation with the Third Spanish States teetered on potentially catastrophic and there were few resources that the Layartebians could spare. They were having problems with gangs and lacked the forces truly capable to dispel them and restore order. A single Layartebian unit deployed to the area could be enough to stabilize the country but forces just couldn't be spared. A half million had already been deployed and hundreds of thousands more were going to be deployed with the raise in the REDCON status. The Klievan's requested that supplies and support be sent to Salzburg a major population center in Austria and a humanitarian mission could easily be sent there but troops were currently out of the question. Leasing civilian transport planes, mostly DC-10s and 767-300Fs, the Layartebian government brought in pallets upon pallets of humanitarian rations, which included mostly food and medical supplies but also supplies for personal hygiene and enjoyment such as radios and mini televisions. Other planes brought pallets of weapons and ammunition, the most the Empire could provide until the situation with the Third Spanish States died down.

OOC: Lay what kind of weapons did you send? For now I'll just assume its basics like assault rifles, but knowing the types of guns would make it easier in the future.

IC: "Nothing is better for morale than superior firepower," said Otto Ackermann, tapping his new Layartebian assault rifle reverently. "And eating better than your enemy, too," indicating his plate, which had just before held a steak, courtesy of Layarteb as well.

"I know, and we haven't even needed to fight as much," Hans Dresdner replied. "A lot of the people we come across want to join up with us because they don't want to fight us anymore. All thanks to Layartebian generosity."

Hans and Otto had as of three days ago, when the Layartebian shipments first started arriving, officially proclaimed their faction as the Eagles of Honor to the world and declared their goal as the establishment of a united nation in central Europe, beginning with Austria. To that end, ultimatums were issued to the warlords, gangs, and other lesser power bases of Austria, allowing them either to join peacefully or to be joined forcefully to the new state the Eagles were creating.

The Eagles of Honor had received many peaceful submissions because of their superior strength, but there were still holdouts. Their biggest and strongest opponent was the Infernal Empire of Linz, ruled by a man named Helmut Cabuz, its self-proclaimed Tyrannic Oppressor. All evidence pointed to the fact that Cabuz was a deranged psychopath with delusions of grandeur. Hans Dresdner's intelligence agents in Linz reported that the "Tyrannic Oppressor," who claimed to have been a field marshal in the North Germanian army, had in fact been a private who had been dishonorably discharged within a month of his service for numerous drug and excessive violence offenses. How such a lunatic had been able to take over a city was a fascinating story, but not one that Hans Dresdner was interested in. "Cabuz is a lunatic and he's going to get a lot of people killed when we are forced to attack him," said a disgusted Hans.

"People are already dying in droves in Linz. He's having people taken and killed on a whim. And half the city's in rebellion against them. I think we can make this a lot easier by just having him assassinated before he burns down the entire city or something," replied Otto gravely.

"That could plunge the entire city into chaos. At least this way there are two sides. But the real question is which would be less costly: Fighting a an organized force (though Hans had his doubts about how organized the deranged lunatic kept everything) or pacifying a city that's in a state of every man for himself?"

"I do believe the latter," answered Ackermann. "From what are reconnaissance tells us, a lot of the city is already in that condition. And besides," he said, "If the city is in chaos, they can't put up any coordinated defense, so I believe an assassination would result in far fewer casualties on our side."

"It has the potential to cause much damage to the city, but we can rebuild when the psychotic is out of power. Very well, we shall proceed then," Dresdner decided. "But who shall we send to carry out the deed? It needs to be someone we can trust to carry out the task with a guarantee of success."

"When it comes to assassination, anyone can guarantee success, the difference is whether you care if the assassin to comes back alive. We do, if its going to be someone we trust that well."

"What about Heinrich?" Hans suggested. "He is unquestionably trusted, and I believe he is skilled enough to handle it."

"Very well. I will tell him now so he can leave tomorrow morning." Otto said.

OOC: They can be whatever you want them to be :).