Brazil
May 15th, 1996
It was a long time in coming, in oversight of things it was perhaps overdue, the Empire had come and was gobbling up their neighbors, for most of 1994 and 1995 they had sat silent doing nothing; the people of Brazil becoming more worried with the passing days as the Layartebians devoured South America with the voraciousness of starving dogs. It was the middle of 1995 however that they lost their patience and they demanded change; the Neuvo Ricans were gone; there was no one left to look after South America but Brazil, and Brazil had instead decided to sit quietly while nothing occurred; this did not sit well with people; Neuvo Rico was not so gone that they had forgotten it either. Little lawlessness had occurred and the transitional governments were eager to get things moving again but now it would just be another string of annexations, another string of occupations as the people of South America were brought to their knees, forced into servitude to foreigners; which no one appreciated.
Old Ultra-Nationalists took to the streets spouting how the Republic had failed, they hefted high into the air the old discarded flags of the Empire of Neuvo Rica, they shouted its name and called for it back in the streets to send the Layartebians back into the north where they belonged, away from their sacred land and away from Brazil; even as they annexed Peru and were devouring Colombia. They demanded the Republic do something about it all, they shouted it in the cities, the towns and the villages that Brazil was to defend South America in Neuvo Rica's place, as the Empire was no longer around to defend the Latin peoples of the continent.
When the government refused and dispatched police to quell what they looked at as 'Riots' which were peaceful demonstrations the people become legitimately outraged, the utilization of force against them for calling harken to better days was by any civilized measure, ridiculous. Even under the presence of police forces the demonstrations by the people of Brazil continued, their yells getting louder and attracting more and more Brazilians to their cause as their views started making more and more sense.
A single particularly charismatic individual in the crowds was rising to prominence as the strife carried even as the police had moved on from riot shields and batons to high pressure water cannons and bean-bag loaded shotguns. Lucas do Silveira called in a much louder voice than others and he had the presence that demanded people listen, a tall and powerful looking man before all this he was a peaceful bookkeeper, though he wouldn't be remembered for that. A small sort of fellow when things started taking a turn he started reading, heavily; and learning just as heavily. Lucas studied everything from Simon Bolivar to Julius Caesar; even the people he hated so; he voraciously devoured book after book on strategy, tactics, battle planning, supplies and logistics; the man was not even hiding the fact he was going to start a war.
People followed Lucas during his marches and his demonstrations, thinly veiled events that ignited fires of supranationalism in his fellow Brazilians, and not without suffering and pain of his own; during a particularly hard clash with police in Salvador the man was shot by 'less lethal' rounds and in the aftermath of three cracked ribs and two broken ones found himself wishing he had indeed died. Silveira soon found himself at the top of the Republic's most wanted lists; desired for seditious thought and plans to commit treason against the republic; no one ever turned Silveira in however; whether through fear of him, or his rebel supporters even the most staunch republican supporters never attempted to cross the man.
In late 1995, Lucas do Silveira united the scattered and divided demonstrations in Brazil's various cities into a single concentrated force which started its war of independence with sticks and rocks; literally. In November, down in Salvador, where it all started they marched like columns of Roman troops in the Classical Era. In formation abreast barely 'armed' but with no intention of turning away from the wall of policemen who met them half-way in a full-on slug-fest; many broken bones and a few dozen fatalities later Silveira's little revolution was squashed but the man himself was no where to be found. Several hundred of the survivors were as expected; detained; it had proven a point however, if the Republicans were too weak to stop them from mobilizing, even if they beat them; what was it to say they would stop the Layartebians when they came into Brazil?
The very next day, nationalist riots broke out in every city but Brasilia; the Army was called in to restore order and break up demonstrations. The constitution was suspended as the government declared martial law; groups consisting of more than two people excluding churches were detained for 'threatening to undermine the state'.
Lucas do Silveira got exactly what he wanted from the government; a war; a war which he would fuel the flames of for some time. Throughout November and into December "Silveira's Rebels" as christened by the government clashed with police and military forces throughout Brazil; mostly experiencing loss but almost always somewhere else hitting with the same force every time while the armed forces and police simply got smaller. On January 1st of 1996; the people seized a government armory in Rio de Janeiro and everything changed...
Brazil - Brasilia
January 2nd - 1996
"They are far too young to die in such a way." Lucas do Silveira for all his grandiose had thought for the safety of his "troops" especially the younger ones, he did not enjoy playing to the Army's strengths and meeting them in open fields where they would win. He was especially aware of the Military Police; a 400,000 strong force who excelled at doing the exact same thing he was doing; irregular warfare in the cities was their forte outside of 'maintaining public order'. The people he was referring to with his smooth charismatic speech was a collection of young men with stolen FN-FALs that had never before practiced with or even fired a weapon, as such he was as their commander, concerned for them. As ragtag as they were he had no desire to see them thrown into position and having them prefer death to flight.
"Certainly we have someone else? What about the deserters, where are they?" The ex-bookie turned revolutionary asked his tiny council of inner advisers and like minded leadership capable individuals, of which one was a former soldier and another an ex-policeman; they knew how the other side thought and he used that to his advantage. Brasilia was the heart of the Republic; if it fell the war would be over before it began, and he wanted that; he wanted that a lot, the fewer Brazilians who died; the better. "We're going to have to make due then...That's depressing." He wasn't talking to himself, he simply had come to a point he knew his lieutenants well enough they didn't have to speak verbally; subtle body-language was enough to get their point across.
"Men." He turned to the collection of young men, boys really; clean shaven and looking barely old enough to have shaved much less been to war; there were twenty of them; some whites, some blacks, all different races united for a common good; as it should've been in the modern world. "I'm not going to lie to you, what you're going to do in a few moments is going to kill many, many of you will die; but you will give us access to more weaponry for your brothers and your sisters so that we may liberate our country from this pitiful and weak government so content with waiting until we are annexed by the foreigners." Lucas didn't have to put weight behind his words, he was the sort that one wanted to follow by their own will; a leader of men without training or schooling. "I wish you luck, and all of Brasil wishes you luck in this task; I will see you again in precisely ten minutes time; beginning now!" He clicked a stop-watch and as though he'd done something magical gunfire erupted from another point outside the small concrete and steel building that was a Federal Armory; small explosions from their few precious grenades took out the sentries as the young men rushed the courtyard behind the low-rising walls alongside other similarly armed people.
The fighting lasted only a few minutes on the inside of the building, with Lucas himself leading the charge inside proving he wasn't just the brains of the operation; putting down two soldiers himself. When the fighting was done, or rather it was just started; this was Brasilia after all, the heart of his great enemy and the beginning of a hard struggle for control; only a few of his people had died, the element of surprise and the pre-dawn had been on their side but they would not have that advantage anymore for the day or likely anymore for the rest of the battle; they would have to fight like soldiers now...A prospect which frightened Lucas's bite for warfare; as he knew now, the Army had the clear advantage.
But; for the sake of Brasil, and South America; they could not fail.