Also, before reading, I would suggest reading the small political section of my factbook, located on my nation page. It will help you understand the circumstances of a few events better.
9 miles west of Indianapolis, Chazicaria
October 20th, 2004
8:30PM
It was another cold October day for the residents of Indianapolis, although this day was a little colder than usual. Autumn had come, and it had brought with it the chill of an early winter.
The leaves on the trees had begun to fall, leaving the ground covered in a red-orange-brown collage of colors, much to the excitement of children everywhere. Eager children would play in the leaves after school, building piles and demolishing them, all for fun. Major Malachi Freeman watched from the passenger window of the truck as he passed by the children. For a moment he remembered his childhood, and his own experiences with the falling leaves. He remembered both he and and his younger brother playing in the backyard in the piles of leaves their mother would help them rake together. Slowly though, the pleasant thoughts he was experiencing morphed into the slightly more unpleasant kind, such as thoughts of his mother constantly disappointing him when he would ask her when his father would come home.
She'd always try to sugar-coat it when he was young, such as telling him that he was being a hero, or that he was off defeating bad guys. However, as he grew older and she grew more bitter, her responses became significantly more honest, albeit with a bit of spin. "He's off fighting one of the Emperor's wars," was a common answer, "he'll be back when the Emperor stops wasting people on foreigners." As he thought of his father, the memories grew both colder and darker, matching the climate. Malachi remember the day his mom changed; the day he'd never forget.
The Major pictured the hallway in his house that led to the front door. His focus shifted from the hallway to the party decorations- his party decorations. He'd just turned 14, and the party was going to start in an hour. A few friends had been invited to the small gathering, along with a few family members. He heard a knock at the door and immediately thought that it must have been his friend Carl. Carl had very punctual parents, and they always dropped him off early to events. Malachi remembered his mom jumping up from the couch to run over to the door. She unhitched the latch near the top and turned the door knob, opening the large wooden door.
As soon as she realized who was standing on the front porch, she froze, as did Malachi. His little brother Eli peaked around the corner of the kitchen to see the two men dressed in the fancy olive green dress uniform. Eli yelled, somewhat naively, "Daddy!?" Malachi flung around to see his brother, as did their mother. She simply stood there for a moment with a look on her face that neither Malachi or Eli had ever seen before. it was a look of total emptiness. Even since that day, Malachi could only remember seeing the look one other time, 6 years later. It was on his brother's face this time, and it was at their mother's funeral. She'd been killed by a drug addict hoping to grab some money from her purse as she walked home from a bookstore, one cold October day.
Malachi suspected he'd had the same look on his own face when he was identifying the body of his brother, having been called back from boot camp to do so. It had been a drug overdose. He didn't attend the funeral.
A quick stop jogged Malachi's thoughts, taking them from the depressing memories and back into the present. The truck had stopped in a parking lot of a condemned industrial building, and the Major could feel the men in the back emptying from the truck. He looked over to the driver, Private Watkins , and spoke, "Stay here. Keep it running." He then opened the door and exited the truck.
Immediately Malachi noticed his men forming a perimeter around the truck. Unnecessary, but he wasn't going to stop them. Directly in front of the parked truck was a limousine, with a handful of well dressed men standing in front of it.
"Major. You're right on time." One of the men spoke. It was Gordon Prescott, a very wealthy businessman that had made quite a name for himself all across Chazicaria. He owned half a dozen major corporations that produced everything from whiskey and computers, to guns and medicine. To his side were General Scott Reeves and Field Marshall Donald Petrelli. Reeves was the Commanding Officer of the 2nd Domestic Army, the force that was stationed in the AmeroCana East, and Petrelli commanded the 2nd Expeditionary Army, currently also stationed in the AC East.
"I know. I have what was requested." Malchi signaled one of his men, and the soldier ran to the back of the truck. He returned with a small cardboard box that he handed to the Major.
"And its contents?" Asked Petrelli.
"All included. Badges, layouts, escape routes, and the name of every one of their agents." The Major walked towards the men opposite him, and handed the box to Reeves.
"Excellent. You've done great work Major. You'll go far. Until then, just insure that your men are ready when the time comes. We'll have a lot to do, my friend." Prescott finished and received a nod from Reeves, who'd been checking the box for its contents.
"They will be." With that, Malachi turned and walked back to his truck. His men followed, and soon they'd pulled out and were gone.
"He certainly doesn't talk much. But, good work is good work," Prescott turned to his comrades, "Anyway, let's go. No need to sit out here in this weather. I'd rather escape this shithole as quick as possible." The three men and their guards entered the limousine, and were gone without a trace.
Capitol Building, Indianapolis, Chazicaria
October 27th, 2004
7:15PM
The central auditorium had been packed full of people, like sardines in a can. Most were journalists there to cover the debate, while a few were political activists hoping to get to ask the Imperial Candidates a question or two. Two particularly important attendees that night were two men from the International Intelligence Agency of Chazicaria, code named Caligula and Boxer, though they had only assumed the identities very recently. In reality, Caligula and Boxer had been murdered, along with their compatriots Count, Ottoman, Hoplite, and Sentry, just 3 days earlier. Four more men had assumed the identities of the deceased agents, but they'd been sent to Columbus for reasons unknown.
Only two men would be required for this mission anyway.
Caligula and Boxer had secured backstage entrance, and had taken position in the secret car park hidden just under the Capitol building. It was here they would wait until Patrick Collins, Alec Anderson, and Graham Russel finished their debate. The agents would then eliminate Collins.
10:15PM
Three hours had passed, and both of the other candidates had departed. Collins, being the favored candidate by most analysts, had stayed behind a little longer to interact more with the people. After a few minutes, the Candidate and his four bodyguards exited the building, descending into the car park. The five of them passed through a door into the mostly empty structure, moving towards their armored SUV. Just before opening the door, one of the agents looked off to his right and immediately saw a man laying in an open stairwell, shouldering a semi-auto sniper rifle in their direction. Immediately, the agent reacted by yelling and throwing himself in the way of Collins, taking the first of six bullets fired at the group.
Dropping into a growing pool of his own blood, the guard was killed rather quickly, with a bullet piercing directly through his heart. The other two bodyguards returned fire, but another was dropped by the rifleman, with another expert shit right through the man's aorta. Collins quickly retrieved his own sidearm from the SUV and joined the firefight. Just as he was beginning to be overwhelmed, the Boxer rolled to his side and into cover, but before the agents could get Collins into the SUV, more fire erupted from behind a car no more than 30 yards from the group. This was clearly an automatic weapon, and the guards knew they couldn't make a stand here.
With only three remaining men, the guards and Collins retreated from their SUV and used cars as cover as they made their way to an emergency exit. They used the stairs, and were soon above ground in an alleyway in a particularly empty part of town. Without stopping, then men continued running, hoping to find help. At the end of the alley however, Boxer had taken position and was now firing at the men, keeping them pinned. Before long, another of the guards fell, this time with a bullet in his neck. He had bled out before long. It wasn't long before the last guard had been hit, although this time, it was only a shot to his stomach.
Only two men remained, and they were both firing furiously at Boxer, with Caligula nowhere to be seen. It was just then that they heard what sounded like another gunshot from a different weapon. Coincidentally, Boxer's firing stopped. One of the guards peeked above their cover and spotted a civilian holding a handgun pointed at a limp man. The civilian man had interrupted what he'd believed to be a gang war by shooting Boxer, although he hadn't noticed anyone down the alleyway yet.
Just as the two men were about to signal for the man, they heard more automatic fire, and watched as the man was riddled with bullets. Both men took the chance to jump the fence behind them, before the other shooter could pin them as well. After only a few seconds of running, the guard collapsed. Collins continued on, knowing the man was dead if he couldn't find help. Little did he know that Caligula, having survived the firefight, had already ordered police and paramedics to the scene- police and paramedics that had been set up to be sent before the ambush even took place. These men would assist Caligula in doctoring the scene properly, being that he and Boxer had failed.
November 4th, 2004
4:00PM
Emergency News Report
"Hello, my name is Katrina Grey, and welcome to Chazicarian News Today. This just in, we have breaking information about the failed attempt on Imperial Candidate Collins' life. Columbus Police have raided the Anderson Campaign HQ after an anonymous tipper from within his staff claimed they had proof of Anderson's involvement in the affair. Columbus Police have reported that they have found evidence of Anderson having ordered the assassination himself, with payment for the contract being delivered from an offshore account. As of now, Anderson is being held in the CPD HQ, with military forces being stationed outside to keep control of the protesters calling for justice. If you'll look at the screen, you'll see live video of the protesters, some of which are carrying signs showing the faces of the deceased bodyguards who died protecting the Candidate. Two of the bodyguards were coincidentally from Columbus, having only been attached to the detail just days before the violent attack. Imperial Candidate Russel just today held a speech in which he condemned the attacks as barbaric and wrong. We have a snippet of the speech here for you now."
"-en will we realize that we can prevent these things from happening? All of the attackers were private citizens that had purchased these deadly weapons through legal means! As much respect for Candidate Collins as I have, he himself has personally dismissed the need for tighter controls on firearms. In addition, all of these men were below the poverty line, just like the majority of criminals nowadays. These people are being driven to desperation, driven to do crazy things due to their terrible circumstances! They call this nation 'Libertarian,' they call it 'free,' but how can we call ourselves free when we still have so many shackled by poverty?-"
"The LCP, SC, and CN have all praised the speech as one that highlights our nation's most important issues, while the MPC and FPE have blasted it, calling it partisan abuse of a tragic situation. The UC however has- hold on. We're switching to a live feed of Columbus. Reports have just come in that Candidate Anderson has been executed by Field Marshall Donald Petrelli! Apparently he's given a speech, which we'll show you now."
"-this man was a supporter of our current government, or should I say 'regime.' They tell you that you're free, that you're living in the freest nation in the Archipelago of Zvardin, even the freest on Earth! But what are we free from exactly? Certainly not poverty, corruption, corporate greed, drug use, or, you know, any of the multitude of problems our leadership has brought upon us! These bastards have enslaved us with freedom! Our Councils refuse to do anything about our nation's problems, and instead tell us that they have no right to interfere. Well I can tell you one thing, they definitely interfere! I have discovered evidence that the Councils rigged the elections! They intended for Collins to win and to become Emperor, so he could be their puppet on the throne! Anderson was only in the running to siphon votes from the people's only logical choice, Graham Russel! Well, I have decided, with the people's best interests at heart, to declare our government defu-"
The broadcast ends as an explosion rips through the CNT studio in downtown Boise, Chazicaria's Capital.
Secret Military Bunker, Columbus, Chazicaria
November 4th, 2004
7:00PM
"They attacked too damn early," Reeves was furious, throwing his fist into the table in a rage, "The people needed to see the whole fucking speech!"
"It's no problem, we've already got a lot of supporters arriving at camps to assist with our reformation. The people got the message. I guarantee you that by this time next year, everything will have worked out just fine, and we'll be living in a whole new country." Prescott was highly optimistic. He always was. That was one thing that Reeves and Petrelli couldn't stand about him, he never seemed to look at a situation realistically.
"Are we ever going to talk about how the massive group of anarchist psychopaths that we armed are now out of our control? Our only man in the group, their leader for fuck's sake, just blew himself up. He blew himself to goddamn pieces." Petrelli was usually the man that would bring the focus back to the issues at hand, and this was no exception. Their Association had armed a terrorist organization with guns, explosives, and info, and now their man on the inside was dead. "We should have expected this. Lions was uncontrollable."
"That he was, but now our only link to the Vir is dead. The only way the Loyalists can link us to them is if we ourselves admit to it. And who knows, maybe they'll cause more trouble for Chaz and his forces than us. All of their operations are across the Mississippi after all." Even with Prescott's unrealistic optimism, he had wasn't stupid. He knew what he was doing.
"That's a possibility, but we must have a contingency, " Reeves spoke while still seething, "There's no way that we could handle a war against both the Loyalists AND an anarchists super-cell."
"Whoah, whoah, whoah. We're not even sure if there's going to be a war, buddy. Besides, we DO have a contingency- foreign support. There's always the possibility that a nation out there may help us out." Again, Prescott chimed in with his optimism. "We just have to wait and see."
Illinois Side of Mississippi River Chazicaria
November 7th, 2004
1:00PM
The blast heard around the world.
The 1st Domestic Army of Chazicaria had deployed most of its forces to the river on the 5th, securing the West Side almost immediately, but hand't been told to advance any farther, so as to avoid confrontation and violence. At 12:20PM on the 7th, Separatist troops on the East Side of the river received word that Loyalist troops had asked them to surrender their weapons and stand down. Separatist officers issued a refusal, stating that they were the current true government, and that the Loyalists should stand down and surrender their weapons.
At 12:30PM, Loyalist armored units began advancing towards the bridges to cross the river, and at 12:45PM declared their intention to cross. Without a response, at 1:00PM, the armored units began to cross. Before any of the forces could make it more than a foot, explosives wired to every bridge over the Mississippi River were detonated, bringing down each and every bridge.
At 1:30PM Emperor Chaz declared Eastern Chazicaria a Secessionist State, and that the destruction of the bridges had been their first act of war with Chazicaria. War was declared 2 hours later, with a unanimous supporting vote from the councils.
Emperor's Chambers, Boise, Chazicaria
November 7th, 2004
9:00PM
"How could we have let this happen? How could we have gone from a totally normal Imperial Election to a full-scale civil war in a matter of days? What happened? But most of all, why are the people trusting those liars!" Emperor Chaz was nearing 89. He was old and fragile, but still quite energetic. His energy showed especially when dealing with what he perceived as enemies of both freed and the Chazicarian people.
Even though the Separatists had made him out to be a cold, uncaring man, Emperor Chaz was a leader who deeply, and genuinely cared for his people.
"They were good. The evidence they created was flawless. I'm honestly surprised that we still have a majority of the people at our backs," replied Patrick Collins as he sifted through reports strewn across the table the two were sitting at, "The IIAC (International Intelligence Agency of Chazicaria) has been working nonstop to discredit these pretenders. Apparently, the Agency had men within a conspiracy of some sorts, but it wasn't taken very seriously. The agents have refused to report in recently. It's likely the same group."
Emperor Chaz stood up from the table and headed towards the window overlooking the Boise City Square, "This is awful."
"Sir?" Collins stood up and walked over to the window as well and looked out over the streets. There were riots, along with counter riots. People were engaging in fist fights with each other, and these was clearly a large amount of looting occurring.
"Those men are going to pay for this. They're going to pay with their lives."
"You can count on that, Emperor."
"By the time this is all over, we may pay the same price."
Mexico City, Southern Chazicaria
November 8th, 2004
2:00PM
Montoya looked over the crowd that had gathered itself in front of the city hall, all awaiting his speech. There were several hundred people here, all of varying ages and backgrounds, and Esteban felt proud hat he was uniting them under his cause.
Esteban saw this trouble in the North as a chance- an opportunity to create for his people a perfect nation. Although nothing more than a local businessman, Esteban Montoya had earned the people's respect through his countless acts of charity to his fellow Hispanics. Of course, he was hated by local "foreigners" due to the fact he would simply turn them away when they expected the same treatment as the Hispanics. He was only interested in his fellow natives, not the invaders.
It seemed now that a majority of his supporters had gathered in front of the city hall, and Esteban was ready to give his speech. He stepped up to the podium and straightened his tie, then began to speak, "Friends, allies, and fellow Mexicans. Did I not warn you all? Did I not warn you of the troubles the Northerners would bring us? Look now to the North and see their pathetic squabbles- see their corruption and lies finally backfiring on them! It's disgusting is it not? On one side you have a military government passing themselves off as a free nation, and on the other, an alliance of corrupt leftists and parasites! What more must I show you for you to realize that these liars do not have our best interests at heart? Nothing. I shouldn't have to show you a damn thing! THEY have shown you everything you should need to see that we would be better off without them!
"How much longer must we wait before we seize our nation back from these bastards? How much longer must we wait before we band together and decide our own nation's future? I say we do not wait another minute!" The crowd had grown in size quite rapidly as people were starting to take notice of Montoya's speech.
More and more people found themselves postponing their daily errands to watch as Montoya incited the people. No one stopped him, as it wasn't legal to infringe on one's free speech rights. The police merely watched as this psychopath called for a revolution.
Mexico City, Southern Chazicaria
November 9th, 2004
4:00PM
The firefight had started just an hour before, and the casualties were already piling up on both sides. Police assisted by Domestic Guardsmen and rebels had begun their fight right in the middle of a massive riot occurring right in front of the capitol building, where Esteban Montoya had just the day before been calling for a revolution. Casualties had been estimated to have reached 56 already.
Illinois Side of Mississippi River, Outpost Lambda, Chazicaria
November 9th, 2004
5:00PM
Major Malachi Freeman didn't even flinch when the Loyalist rocket struck the LRV no more than 30 feet to his right; he was totally fixed on the combat situation itself. Between yelling out commands to his troops and demanding that the reserves be brought forward on the radio, his voice had become hoarse in just a matter of minutes. It hadn't been more than 10 minutes at most since the first official combat action between the Separatists and Loyalists had begun, with both sides confused as to who started the fighting, but already a dozen people had been killed just on Malachi's side of the river.
Outpost Lambda had been built on an area of the river that was quite thin, and this allowed both sides to exchange small arms fire with ease, which they did- excessively so. The Major had taken this chance to really hurt the Loyalists as much as he could. He wanted to make them pay for their wars, to make them pay for all the men they'd sent to die. Although he would never admit it, Freeman blamed the former government for essentially everything that had happened to his family. He blamed their wars for his father's death, the lax gun laws for his mother, and the government's legalization of recreational drugs for his brother. Never could Malachi forgive the Emperor and what the Major perceived as his "cronies" in the Councils.
Malachi continued firing his weapon, with each pull of the trigger triggering more and more of his anger to show- his voice becoming louder and grittier with every command he gave.
Communique to Nations of The World
From: Imperial Republican Foreign Affairs Council
This is an emergency message to the nations of the world.
Just a few days ago, a powerful of group of traitorous conspirators launched an uprising in the eastern half of Chazicaria, intending to overthrow the government in order to install their own. These men have falsified evidence of corruption in the rightful government, and have used said evidence to incite the populace and several portions of the military into joining them.
We have established a front line against these traitors and have managed to hold them off, but this is not enough. These bastards have misled hundreds of millions of people, illegally seceded from the Imperial Republic, and have committed an act of war against our nation. We ask the nation's of the world to rally against these criminals, and to help us purge the nation of their power.
Just a few days ago, a powerful of group of traitorous conspirators launched an uprising in the eastern half of Chazicaria, intending to overthrow the government in order to install their own. These men have falsified evidence of corruption in the rightful government, and have used said evidence to incite the populace and several portions of the military into joining them.
We have established a front line against these traitors and have managed to hold them off, but this is not enough. These bastards have misled hundreds of millions of people, illegally seceded from the Imperial Republic, and have committed an act of war against our nation. We ask the nation's of the world to rally against these criminals, and to help us purge the nation of their power.
Respectfully,
Julia Johnson, Foreign Affairs Councilwoman
Communique to Nations of The World
From: Interim Foreign Affairs Officer, Gordon Prescott
Nations of the world, I come to you out of desperation. We, the people of Chazicaria, have been betrayed by a corrupt and criminal government!
The "Councilmen" of Chazicaria have neglected their duties for far too long, refusing to stand up to the many challenges out nation faces! They send men out to fight wars in foreign countries, calling it, "Intervention for the best of humanity," all the while refusing to feed our nation's poorest people. Billions of Chazics are spent on scientific projects and infrastructure meant to advance humanity and Chazicaria into the future, but the government refuses to put into place a welfare system that could rescue our disadvantaged. Apparently, only those that have served the country as military men may receive government benefits!
They call this a free nation, but how can we be free when military-grade arms are available to civilians? How can we be free when hateful, bigoted people can spew hatred forth and poison the minds of good people?
It was because of these criminal actions that I and several friends of mine, including several respected military figures, have had to resort to this separation. Unfortunately, many citizens have yet to wake up to the evidence we have placed before them, and still side with the government. Included in this group is a majority of our nation's military forces, which leaves us at a disadvantage. It is this reason that I come to you, nation's of the world, to ask for your assistance against these bastards.
Please, we are in dire need of assistance.
The "Councilmen" of Chazicaria have neglected their duties for far too long, refusing to stand up to the many challenges out nation faces! They send men out to fight wars in foreign countries, calling it, "Intervention for the best of humanity," all the while refusing to feed our nation's poorest people. Billions of Chazics are spent on scientific projects and infrastructure meant to advance humanity and Chazicaria into the future, but the government refuses to put into place a welfare system that could rescue our disadvantaged. Apparently, only those that have served the country as military men may receive government benefits!
They call this a free nation, but how can we be free when military-grade arms are available to civilians? How can we be free when hateful, bigoted people can spew hatred forth and poison the minds of good people?
It was because of these criminal actions that I and several friends of mine, including several respected military figures, have had to resort to this separation. Unfortunately, many citizens have yet to wake up to the evidence we have placed before them, and still side with the government. Included in this group is a majority of our nation's military forces, which leaves us at a disadvantage. It is this reason that I come to you, nation's of the world, to ask for your assistance against these bastards.
Please, we are in dire need of assistance.
Signed,
Gordon Prescott, CEO of Prescott Holdings, Interim Foreign Affairs Officer
MAP:
Any modern map of North America can also be used, with road and city information being mostly accurate.
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