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VAPOR:Semi-Closed The Fall of Inesea 1906

Postby The Holy Dominion of Inesea » Fri Dec 06, 2013 1:55 pm

“Stereotypes almost always have a foot in fact. No matter how false or cruel, for a stereotype to occur someone had to see a member of that race do something that made them think of that stereotype. Take the Mishmahigan Christians of Inesea. They are stereotyped as fat cat factory managers and the Evil Capitalist Bankers. And yes, many Mishmahigan Christians owned the banks and factories. But the MCs also staffed and worked at those factories while their Catholic and Orthodox brethren took government handouts. There's always a reason, no matter how true” –Julis Kreig, The History of the Modern Day Mishmite Union.

New Nahuatl, Republic of Inesean Commonwealths
January 15th, 1906
Food Riots. A term many Ineseans had consigned to barbaric Promethian Tribes. They never once considered the Breadbasket of Zhao could ever not have food. Yet, here in the year 1906, there was simply no food for the populace to consume. Yet Government records had predicted a bumper crop and all the State Radiocasts and Newspapers proclaimed bountiful harvests in Cuzco and Allasad. Sailors and Lochsmen(the operators of Inesea’s intricate canal and irrigation system), told tales of barges and tankers filled to the brim with bushels of apples, wheat, and corn. Cuzco Farms Incorporated had posted a sales and production growth of 138% in the past year. All the papers said so. So where were the crops? Why was an apple 500% more expensive than in ’02?

Because of several contributing factors, that’s why. One was the fact that the War of Tschowan Aggression had accumulated a large governmental debt. And then the no holds back restoration and emergency supply efforts to the Sri Islands, which were not paid back and not expected to be paid back. And then there was the sheer devastation wrought by Typhoon Novaris. 25,000 dead, millions in damages, the Promethian RR effectively closed. The resounding economic effects lead to the start of an economic regression. And on top of all that was a crushing debt incurred by solely funding the Eastern Canal. To settle off these debts, the Republic of Inesean Commonwealths drew heavily on the largest corporations through a special Large Company Wealth Distribution Tax. This in turn caused the companies, specifically Cuzco Farms Inc and Allasad Agriculture, to start to bump up production of export and cash crops in favor of sustenance crops. The drop in sustenance crop production coupled with the increase in exporting food to more lucrative markets lead to a continuing drop in total food crops available in the Commonwealths. This was, for several years, alleviated by the National Agriculture Reserve, but in 1906, food simply ran out. People were beginning to starve. To starve in Inesea, the home of corn flakes and Oreos! And so the people took to the streets.

Proclamation Square, New Nahuatl, Republic of Inesean Commonwealths
January 16th, 1906

Proclamation Square was an ancient public area in the middle of New Nahuatl. Normally droves of consumers and merchants filled the square, harking and and buying various foodstuffs and trinkets. But those food stands were gone, along with the merchants who left when they ran out of wares. But the consumers were still here. And they were hungry. And mad.

Thai Mung Nok was a middle class Inesean baker. He had two sons and a daughter, along with a happy wife. He had, however, come on hard times as the farmers no longer had wheat for him to bake. He needed this wheat.

Ming Kao was a lower class seamstress. She had a single daughter and no husband. Times were normally hard for her and her daughter, but the sharp increase and food was starving her. She and her daughter had to alternate eating days.

Xing Nomura-san was an upper class Steel Baron. He owned the largest steel mill in New Nahuatl and in the Western Lakes region. Even he could not afford food for his large family. He needed food.

These people represented every level of the social stratum of the city. And, from poor to rich, they were starving. And, as history states over and over, angry hungry people tend to congregate in large groups around places they thought had food. In New Nahuatl, they congregated in a mob of 6,000 outside the Commonwealth Congress located off the square.

Captain Hue of the NNC Garda ducked behind a Police barricade as a rock soared through the air where his head had been. The rioters had started congregating in Proclamation Square around mid-morning. Around past-noon they had reached their current number and started truly rioting. Most of their hate was focused against the Commonwealth Congress and other governmental buildings and offices. NNC Riot Police cordoned off the Square, but were simply outnumbered. The Garda, Inesea’s Commonwealth-Level Police Force, was called in to support the faltering Police forces. And so here was Hue, commanding the Garda Company in front of the Commonwealth Congress. And there was no end seen to this mob.

Captain Hue called out, “Superior Officer Zhu! Take a Mounted Troop and clear the area in front of our Company! These rioters need to disperse!” Hue grabbed a speaking tube and called to the teeming mob. “This is your last chance to disperse! Vacate the Square through the NNCP Checkpoints or suffer the full consequences!” As before when asked to disperse, the rioters ignored him and went on clashing against the Police and Garda Riot Troops. Hue signaled to SO Zhu that he was to go ahead with the Mounted Crowd Dispersion.

A Mounted Troop was the last resort before bringing out machine guns in Crowd Dispersal. One hundred mounted men with batons. The Riot Police holding back the rioters in front of the Congress made a final push on the rioters. Then they closed ranks and made a pass for the Mounted. The Troop rode through and into the crowd. Horses ran down people, hooves cracking bones as the Troop plowed through the people. Garda reached over and cracked heads with batons. In the wake of the Troop, Riot Police moved in and beat down the shocked civilians. Though they were outnumbered, these were civilians. Bakers and seamstresses, not trained and unequipped. They broke against the Mounted. Other Captains at other points in the Square saw the effect of the horses, and sent in their own Mounted Troops, if they were present. Pretty soon it was apparent that the riot was broken. People ran in every direction, fleeing into homes and offices, only to be hunted down and arrested by the Police. Thousands of arrests were made, several dozen deaths occurred. Among them were 13 children, the Bloody Thirteen. News of the riot and its brutal put down spread through Inesea, despite official disclaimers and reports of only minor action. Days later, similar riots took place in Camjarca, Cuzco, New Nahuatl, Tlaxcatl, and Allasad. The Police and Garda put them down. More riots sprung up again, rioting for food and in protest of the brutality of the regime. Like Khamul they said. Police were overwhelmed in some cases. The Army was called in in those cases. Social order in Inesea began to breakdown. The first secession was in Tlaxacatl. The Governor declared himself “The Glorious Father Leader of the Great White North” and used the Garda and Militia units loyal to him to expel the army. In less than a month, the riots had become an open Civil War.
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Postby The Holy Dominion of Inesea » Sat Dec 07, 2013 10:35 am

Sacred Heart Convent, Henria, Republic of Inesean Commonwealths
February 1st, 1906


The Sacred Heart Convent was an ornate serious of offices owned by the local MC Parish. Originally it had been a cloistered convent for the religious women in Henria, but it had long been converted to pastoral offices. And deep in these offices gathered the most powerful and influential men on the Mishmite Peninsula. Patriarch Harkan, Mayor Xian, Senior Pastor Mancel, Director Nomuri, and Garda Commander Han. All of these men were here at the behest of Patriarch Harkan, who asked them to come, not there compatriots, because they were all Conservative MCs who were more loyal to their districts than to Nahuatl. And because they had something the Patriarch needed. As the men took their seat around a mahogany table, Harkan rose and moved to a dais at the nominal head of the table. Clearing his throat, he began his speech.

"There are terrible times. The people now speak of the Dark Days with longing. Our people are starving in their homes and rioting on the streets. And they are slaughtered like pigs for harvest. Why? Because our illustrious President Wo Phat has made us beggar to external interests. Instead of caring for his own people, he tried to appease the outside world. Free food to the Sri. Allowing foreign companies to build the Eastern Canal. Taking a huge public debt. I am not saying what he did, in essence was wrong. Advancement is vital for any nation. But why and how he did it was flawed. Advancement for greed is fundamentally flawed. Advancement for the betterment of Society, the People, and the Church is the best kind. Unfortunately, the secular immoral government in Nahuatl fails to see this. And they have shrouded the common man's eyes in lies. But as you have seen these past few weeks, that shroud is lifting. Now I call upon you to aid the Church in this task we have set before us. We must save Inesea from her corrupt leaders and bring her back to the morals of the Church"

Director Nomuri, arguably the least devout of them all, spoke up, "Holy Father, you speak of replacing the Republic with a Theocracy. Even the Chosen People could not perfectly do that. I speak for myself and most of the MCs in the Armed Forces and Police *Han nods* when I say that the Church must work with the government, as an equal partner, not as the government. Else wise, the system will fail. I agree with you, the Nahuatl Government must be replaced, but it must be replaced by a Confessionalistic Government, a merging of Secular and Theocratic Governments."

Mayor Xian raised his voice and said,"Gentlemen. You speak of revolt like it is guaranteed. But right now we face a more immediate problem. The people of Henria and her constituents are starving and we have not the food to feed them. Public Reserves ran out last month, and Church Reserves were never meant to handle the 3 million souls in Henria and the 4 million in the surrounding towns and countryside. I have managed to get the people to stop rioting, but that was after the Army came in an massacred several groups. I have asked General Iroh of the Seventh Army, they're the ones in the City, to leave, but he said the in the current emergency, any attempts to expel National Forces would be seen as an Act of Succession. The HCP would be slaughtered if that happened. We as Civil Leaders have two responsibilities right now. Feeding the People and keeping them safe."

Harkan said,"I have a solution to both your needs. For food, I am dispatching a Pastor Emeritus to Evenstead to ask for Emergency Food supplies, and to bring back, covertly, Mishmahigan Human Rights Inspectors. For the Army, this will be interesting. That is why Commander Han and Director Nomuri are here. The Garda are a reserve branch of the military performing Commonwealth Police Forces. As such, they are trained in all weapons of the ARIC, but only are equipped with light weapons. Garda Commander Han, you have under you all Reservists and Garda in the Commonwealth. I am asking you to call up the loyal ones, good MCs, and have them come to Haxia. *Nomuri's head swivels to look at Harkan. MPRC's largest warehouse was there.* Here you will draw on the weapons stored there by MPRC for shipping to the ARIC. With these heavier weapons, the force should be able to be equal to the Seventh Army. Meanwhile, I have contacted the General of the 4th Army, General Arisukaro. He is a good MC, and so are most of his troops. he has agreed to take the men on a Plains Tactics Course outside of Henria. If worse comes to worse, we can call on his men to help us. But for now, we must wait to see if we can get food from the Dominion."

Fort Bast, Promethian RR
February 2nd, 1906


Pastor Emeritus Kaitso looked out the car's window as the train roared through Fort Bast. The train was a small one, engine, two cars, and a caboose. The train was funded and staffed by MCs directed by the Patriarch. Total secrecy. After passing the Fort, Kaitso knew he was only a few days from Evenstead. He went back to preparing papers. He hoped the telegram of his imminent arrival had reached the Archbishop by now.

MPRC Warehouse A-1, Haxia, Central Islands Commonwealth
February 10th, 1906


"I'm sorry Director Nomuri, Qing Transportation only has 100 Type-C automobiles available. Most of our inventory was seized for Governmental Purposes. And with the food riots and Martial Law in the cities, all but one of our factories, a locomotive plant, are closed. We have 100 Type-C's at 500GP, no more" said the exasperated Qing Industries Representative.

"Fine. I will purchase all 100. Have them delivered by next week" sighed Director Nomuri. The QTR hurried out of the room. In came a Sub-Director, that of Market Research, IE Corporate Espionage. With him was a folder. He opened it and withdrew a sheaf of papers and placed them on the desk. It was headed "Fline & Co. Model-B2"

The Sub-Director said,"We here at Market Research keep tabs on foreign automobiles, weapons, ships etc in order to ahhh, umm combat fradulent copyright and patent violations. *Nomuri snorted. He knew full well they simply ripped of certain patents* When we heard that there was a chassis shortage for Project Tachanka, i went through my files for a similarly designed automobile. The Servothian company Fline & Co. manufactures the B2, which is nearly identical to the Type-C, and should prove a workable substitute."

To: Fline & Co.
From: Mishmite Automotive

We would like to order 100 of the Model-B2 automobiles that you manufacture. We will pay 1,250 Reich Marks for them, plus another 300 for transporting them over the Pan-Promethian Rail Road.
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Postby Mishmahig » Sun Dec 08, 2013 8:11 pm

(This is a short-term tag post, for which I apologize greatly, but I keep accidentally closing this tab and losing track of facts and people)

Post will be up shortly, but it will not include a unified conversation----mostly because I want to use this opportunity to flesh out the Gold Crystal and the formation of the Salvation Army, if that's alright.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, but to most, it was simply....time, time to live and survive and thrive, and most did so. Ecclesiastes perhaps sums it best, saying:
A time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build.


And above all, there was one woman who did just that...


---Viktor Randal, author of God's Servant: The Life and Story of Evelyn Sparrow
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Fline & Co. Warehouse, Sollosk, Servoth
February 12th, 1906
13:43 RMT -1


"Order of 1630 Model-W's to WesserStadt! 400 Model-K's to Little Vitzburg! 1 Model-B1 to Harzburg!" The Master Order clerk yelled reading off various placements from around the country. He would yell out the order, then hand the slip of paper to one of the other lesser clerks who would send that paper off with the Order to be shipped. But something interesting popped up...

"Order of 100 Model-B2's to..." The Master Clerk paused, pushing his glasses closer to his face to read the order better, then leaned to his right to check the 'Good-to-go' trade list. That was in the clear, so he would continue, "Order of 100 Model-B2's to Haxia, Inesea! One replacement car, free of charge, order by railroad!"

100 Model-B2's would soon make their way across three rail lines to Inesea, what for? The Company never asked. Good business, was good business, after all.
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Postby The Holy Dominion of Inesea » Tue Dec 10, 2013 7:24 pm

Hanxia Park, Central Islands Commonwealth
February 18th


Commander Han surveyed the assorted collection of men before him on the park lands. There were four Garda Battalions and an amalgamated Reserve Brigade formed by combing the 1st and 2nd Henrian Rifle Reserve Battalions and the 4th Henrian Motor Rifle Reserve Battalion. The assembled 9,100 men were arrayed by Battalion away from a podium deep in the Hanxia Commonwealth Park, away from the city. Han stood on the dais with the Commanding Officers of the Battalions, seven colonels. Manning the perimeter were several companies from Han's own Garda Battalion, armed and trained with the newest MPRC weapons. Moving closer to the volume intensifier, a recent doodad from the inventors and ivory tower egg heads, Han began his speech.

"Fellow men of arms, I come here today, not as your Commander, not as your leader, but as a fellow compatriot of our nation. We have all sworn to defend her, to fight for her, for we are a part of her, for our families are part of her, for she is all of us. But she is not Wo Phat and the Nahuatl Regime, and they are not Inesea. We have all sworn to to abide by and protect the Rén de lìngzhuàng(Writs of Man IE Constitution). The Nahuatl Regime has failed in the duty they have to lead our people according to the Writs. And thus they have ceased to become the legal government of Inesea, and are guilty of abusing the People of Inesea and committing acts abhorrent to god. These include using the ARIC in policing duties to break up legal protests, and as of last week, executing citizens who fail to comply to the letter with Army commands. And still our people starve. Therefore it is time for the people who grant power to the government to revoke it. Yes, I am asking for you to partake in a revolt against the Nahuatl Regime. They will call it a Revolution, a Civil War. We will call it just. We will fight for the people under god, TO-SHOMO KANJI!" *Roars of the Inesean battlecry echo through the valley* "If you are with me, stay. If you wish to stand free of this, move to the perimeter. I'd like to say you can go free, but sadly that is no the case. You will be interned until a time upon which you may be released. You have five minutes to decide."

The soldiers stood at rapt attention where they stood. Here and there a Reservist or Garda broke rank and walked to the perimeter where they were taken into custody by the patrolling Han-Garda. After five minutes had passed, roughly 100 or so men had left ranks, better than expected. Han stood again and said, "You who have chosen to stay are true patriots of your nation and God. Break off by Battalion and report to your assigned trainers. You will be issued new weapons. These are not Type 25s or Type 30s. These are MPRC issue X05 Rifles, brand new, jsut test fired. Your trainers will instruct in their use, and you will practice on them. You are all dismissed except the 4th Motor Rifle. *The Battalions file away back towards the city and the MPRC facilities* "You here in the 4th Motor Rifle are unlucky fellows indeed. Your vehicles were taken by the Seventh Army. However, we have surprise for you. With the ingenuity of the MPRC egg heads, you will use the latest generation of motorized urban warfare. You will use the AV-1 Light Urban Assault Vehicle and the BV-1 Tachanka. You will require special training on these. DI-SMISSED"
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Vitograd
Pavlostani
February 15th


Vitograd was the largest city in Pavlostani and one of the most commercially successful. A port city, it had bustling trade, made better from the extensive fields outside the city utilizing fertile ash from Mount Attoburg. It was famous for the birthplace of several brands of vodka, still the only thing in the world the Pavlostani did best. Vitograd had mostly remained out of the war, though it had seen a number of terrorist attacks. At the moment, it was functioning as a second Pavlostani capital, given how close Ming soldiers had been sighted near Attograd.

"Mr. Shin?" Tom Braiton poked his head out of the Premier's door.

"That's General Shin you young buck." Shin stood up and sauntered into Pavel's office. Braiton bit back a comment.

"Ah, Mr. Shin." Pavel looked up from his report. The Premier sat in a wheelchair at his desk. Shin could not help but pity the man. The devastating bombing following the conclusion of the Vitus War had left him paralyzed from waist down.

"That's General..." Shin trailed off.

"So, Sora, I read some interesting things about the Galeweyr Campaign." Pavel commented. Shin's blood went cold. How does he know...

"There are reports of mass burnings, heavy usage of Ming fire, a regulated last resort weapon, slaughters, hangings, the list goes on. They're calling you the Mad Dog of Pavel." The Premier continued.

"Premier Pavel, I am sorry, but this is a war. People die in wars." Shin said brusquely.

"I am well aware. I was in Voerdeland, just like you." Pavel snapped.

"I... I meant no disrespect-" Shin stammered.

"Oh, for god's sake, I'm not my father, don't try to butter me up. I'm not going to have you killed. I was about to continue and mention that some of the hanging and burning was attributed to a group of bandits, the Red Hand. From what I've read, they used to be powerful before the Black Diamond almost eradicated them. Anyways, I'm taking you off the Ming Front." Pavel said.

"Off... so are we going to fight the ragheads?" Shin asked.

"Sora Shin!" Pavel exclaimed, shocked.

"Apologies." Sora shuffled.

"No, if you're lucky, you won't be fighting at all. You're going north, to Inesea." Pavel said.

"Ines- what?!" Shin exclaimed.

"I got a report the other day. They're having some sort of civil unrest. I want you to go up there and assist Councilman Wo Phat in whatever ways you can. Train his police, advise him on military matters, I think you're qualified." Pavel said.

"With all due respect, I need to be on the field, stopping these traitors from ripping our country apart!" Shin demanded.

"Well, think of this as a vacation! It should be easy. Your men are tired, and so are you. Now haul your ass up there or I will get up out of this wheelchair, kick your ass and deliver you bit by bit to Wo Phat!" Pavel bellowed. The two men stared at each other. Then Pavel said,

"You know, they say Inesean women are a great beauty, and they have so many impotent men. Surely you could be of service to them?" Shin turned around.

"Fine, I'll go north! Give me a few weeks." He grumbled, walking out.

"Oh, Sora? You will not bring any pyromancers with Ming fire to Nahuatl. That is a state secret I would like to keep." Pavel ordered. Shin grumbled some more and stormed out.

"Well, that went well." Braiton commented.

"What I would give to have your job..." Pavel growled.
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Brenstople, Nazhuiska Ulitsa, Mozheelskay Kanal.
Ardkonia
February 17th


He quietly walked along the coastline, noisily banging his cane against the stone roads, a sharp turn there, and you're over at Nazhuiska Ulitsa, Mozheelskay Kanal. He took off his english hat, fake hair, revealing golden hair, and then has taken away his fake glasses for blind, and put away his cane. Glancing at his expensive Fanaglian watch, he's understood that soon his men would arrive to take him to Brenstople. Just some moments fade away as a dark car comes out of the corner, and an old man opens the door for him to come in. It wasn't the other, funnily speaking youth, which has bothered the man for the moment.
-Vashe Velichie, a present.
The old, new man has handed the Tsar beside him a portcigar. A beautiful one, at that. Carved in it, "Progressi d'interesse ". A sudden suspicion sparkled as Sadko glared at the present. A fox and a grape. Instant image of Giovanni Luka appeared in his mind. Why would he know of his incognito walks? A disdain for a foreigner in the government has ended as Luka has shown loyalty to his work, but such invasion into Sadko's privacy was too incompetent, and rude as he was at it. Before saying the order to take off, he gave the new escort a cold glare, the man did not understand.
-Poshel otsuda, Kozel. (Get out, you fuck.)
the insult was said slowly, so the tension would grow. The man almost drowned in disbelief and shame. A ruler of his homeland has insulted him so much, but the man was a professional, so he left the car, swearing under his breath. The car stopped at the parking lot in the nightly quiet street Akademika Nosolomova.

Brenstople, Sekretnoe Sobranie.
Ardkonia,
February 17th, 0:02


Giovanni looked quiet, seemingly informed of the event in the car.
-Grape Fox, what's with the sudden interest in my escorts?
Luka was caught by surprise, drowning himself in thoughtfulness. Other man in the Sobranie were quite amused, still trying to make fun of his accent, but Sadko meant seriousness, not to put him down.
-V-Vase Velicci, the man is a professional soldier, better than the other, Kuvan youth.
-Luka, dont cloud my mind. I do not need stupid soldiers to be my escorts, I need loyal men. Where is Abdulko?
-Resigned, I did not fire him.
-We'll get back to that tomorrow. What's the today's politics?
The men stopped, a vacant glare looking out the window. A small mosquito crashed its' carcass into the tightly shut window, to which Sadko let out an amused breath.
-Vashe Velichie, poor easterners are starving, Inesea's slowly falling. Ironically they have the biggest food producting corporation, eh, Guzko? *Serpuko kept skewing the foreign names.*
-We can take over the chaos, after all, CUZKO *made a big pronunciation on that* would be us.. - He stopped, taking off his glasses, a ruthless glance overthrown among his political allies. -I am saying, "Free Bread for All!" "Government Pigs Shall Pay for Spilt Inesean Blood!" - The calculating machine horrified everyone, such ruthless, yet fresh and analytical glance at the situation made them look at the young ruler with suspicion. This man, if not killed early on, would one day rule the world if everyone was hit with the crysis as is in Inesea.
-Of course, the External Council would not feed our cruel intentions, the men do not want anything to happen, just so they be fed and looked after. Look after them, feed them, the people do not know of
what is better for them. Offer them large sums of money in a non-offensive way, and then if they accept, instantly fire them from their post, charge them with corruption and send to Tsekiria for a
couple years, the scandals would turn the populace's eyes away as we go in Inesea, with pretensions to the governing, and bring in food.
Economic Left/Right: 0.50
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -0.21
I'm actually an Ordoliberal.
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Postby The Holy Dominion of Inesea » Mon Feb 10, 2014 1:15 pm

Haxia, Inesea
February 29th, 1906


Haxia boasted several office complexes and warehouses, scattered throughout the town in small clusters. Unlike most Inesean cities and towns, Haxia was of a new breed. With the growth of Inesean industry beginning in the 1860's, traditional Inesean towns and cities could not handle the new factories and rapid growths. The old towns were set up in orderly, low density sprawls with common gardens and clean rivers. Even the largest cities, save the Island Twins in the south and Frozen Twins in the north, were designed as such. And with the Cultural Preservation Laws, the basic layout of the cities could not change. Enter Haxia, a small city in the middle of the triangle formed by Nahuatl, Henria, and Cuzco. Dozens of small manufacturing firms had buildings here, as well as several larger ones as well. The city was organized, but it's building were sharp, economical and chaotic, with people bustling hither and dither. The largest office building in town was the MPRC Distribution Building. Here the organizers and formenters of the rebellion had set up their command.

Into this building ran a jostled dispatch worker. He had sprinted through the muck of the streets and side swiping rain. In his grasp he clutched a Postal Wireless Envelope. Bursting into the war room, he splayed the dispatches on the table. Gasping for breath, he said, "All forces *wheeze* are in place *wheeze* and *wheeze* are ready to go * wheeze* wireless silence has begun *wheeze* *wheeze* Commanders, it has begun."

Henria, Inesea
February 30th, 1906


General Arisukaro stood next to Major-General Hamatachi. Both of them were located on a raised dais in the center of Solidarity Plaza in Central Henria. In the Plaza main gathered a crowd of some thousand people, desiring to watch the garrisoned armies change. And they watched with hope. Hamatachi was a brutal Inesean Catholic from Camjarca, Arisukaro a devout Mishmahigan Christian from the city. The people prayed that the new military governor would be more kind upon his own people. Around the dais were two columns of men, the 2nd Assault Battalion of the 4th Army; and the 11th Garrison of the 9th Army. Both were the pride and joy of their respective commanders, Arisukaro for the 4th Army and Hamatachi for the 9th Army. But they were markedly different.

The men of the 4th Army were combat soldiers. They had seen fighting in both the arid plains of Promethia, fighting the Bedowin Tribals on the Promethian Railroad, and in the frozen wastes of the Far East, battling Dolgans along the Yangua River and Nivkhs in the Artic Plains. These men were tried and true warriors, blood knights in eyes of many. Whether a Southern Tribesman or an Artic Rouge, if the 4th Army came a knocking, you had two options, flee or die.

The men of the 9th Army were Sunday warriors. They were a professional force, yes, but they were also a dress force. They wore their Orange and Grey proudly, a striking image compared to the dull grey of the 4th. The men were soft, as far as soldiers go. They had never fought a battle and only practiced a bare minimum in combat arts. They instead focused on parade formations and drills. They soldiered for the show, and it showed.

General Arisukaro and Hamatachi walked up to the podium on the dais. Marblewood and Beachstone, red on white. Hamatachi reached it first and began to orate his speech. Arisukaro fingered his Type 12 pistol as Hamatachi went on about peace and prosperity for our progeny. As he finished his brief speech, he turned to find eight inches of death aimed at him. Connected to the pistol was a hand, Arisukaro’s hand. Hamatachi looked surprised as a loud bang was heard, and a puff of smoke was emitted from the gun. His orange lapel was stained red, his chest a hole. Down he fell, drips and specks of blood splattering the podium. What was once a beachstone and marblewood was now just marble.

The men of the Orange and Grey knew not how to react. And when the 4th turned to face them, they did naught, for lack of knowledge. As the regiments of old, armed with muskets and rifles, the 4th formed into a three lined wall of lead. Standing, kneeling, and laying, they opened fire upon their compatriots, dotting grey with red, and making orange blood oranges. Volley after volley of lead tore through the 9th, men falling and screaming. A few of the wittier fired back, the wittiest falling to the ground on their own accord. But it was of no use. The fearless fighters of the 4th slaughtered every man in the 9th, to no casualty of their own. Similar events occurred at stations and barracks city wide. For all the butchery, little damage to the city was done.

Cuzco, Inesea
February 30th, 1906


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