Das Burgische Amtsblatt
Sunday, 16 August, 1903
Factory Workers on Strike
Factory workers in northern Vitzenburg went on strike today, bringing industry in that region to a grinding halt. Most of these workers are employed by once-shuttered facilities recently reopened by the Fanaglian organization, Black Shield. Uwe Wenkel, the unofficial leader of Vitzenburger Fabrikarbeitsverein (VFAV), or Vitzenburg Factory Workers' Union, told this reporter that he and his comrades had joined together to take a stand against Black Shield, who he and the Union consider to be foreign invaders, hiring former employees of good, respectable Vitzenburger businesses for meager fraction of the wages they earned under the former management -- wages Herr Wenkel compares to slavery. "Except slaves are not made to suffer such harsh working conditions as we are. Slaves at least have the advantage of being valuable property; to Black Shield, we are easily and cheaply replaceable cogs in a machine," he adds.
While Black Shield claims to be a non-profit, humanitarian organization, much of its business in Vitzenburg concerns munitions and other military hardware. Dieter Herzlich, Black Shield's regional director for Vitzenburg, had this to say:
Black Shield's primary concern is humanitarian efforts. In many cases, this includes supplying food, medicine, building materials, and more to impoverished, war-torn, or otherwise-stricken regions of the world, including northern Vitzenburg, which has seen one of the worst economic recessions in its history within the last ten years. By choosing to operate much of our business in this region, we not only are able to reinvest that money back into the region's infrastructure, education system, and general well-being of its people, but we are able to give those same, honest Vitzenburger citizens something they haven't had in years -- jobs. And not just any jobs, but jobs that help people -- jobs that they can be proud of.
We have been accused by our critics of being tight-fisted, but our predecessors who once operated many of the same facilities we now do were not so frugal and, as a result, were forced to fold, leaving their hard-working employees without jobs, without the means to support themselves. Black Shield may not pay as handsomely as its predecessors did, but that fiscal responsibility is why it has been able to successfully help the disadvantaged back to their feet for nearly five decades. Of course, we would like to pay more to our employees, who work hard and certainly deserve nothing less than the best, but given the current economic situation, the status quo is unfortunately the best we can do for now. Our foothold in the region is growing, however -- and with it, wages are rising as well. In fact, wages in facilities owned by Black Shield have on average risen 41% since we first entered the market six and a half years ago. And we do our best to off-set the less-than-handsome wages we are forced to pay our workers -- sponsoring community events, funding schools and building infrastructure, and providing cheap employee housing.
Yes, some of our industrial efforts do go towards peace-keeping equipment, mostly for the Vitzenburger military. There is a demand both for jobs and for this equipment, the latter of which is presently being used by Her Excellency to finally put a stop to the endless, violent pirate attacks in the Imogen and bring freedom to the seas. Any and all money earned from these ventures is used to finance food, medicine, and community improvement projects not just here in Vitzenburg, but also in other parts of the world which are developing, struggling, or recovering from conflict or disaster.
I feel that Black Shield's neighborly presence in our great nation of Vitzenburg will only improve, if given the chance. Wages will increase, standards of living will rise, and the economy of Vitzenburg will not only recover, but become a powerhouse once again. But nothing happens over night. Our critics simply need to be patient with us.
Whether or not Herr Herzlich's prediction will come true remains to be seen, but his words seem to be met with mixed reactions by members of the VFAV. Many are hopeful and both sides of the dispute say they are willing to negotiate.
Fort Festungsstadt
Festunsstadt, Vitzenburg
18 August, 1903
09:15 Local Time
"Ah, Herr Wenkel! Bitte, come in! Come in!" Admiral Schweben greeted the union leader when he appeared in the doorway to his office.
"Guten Morgen, Admiral Schweben," Wenkel replied cordially, taking his seat across the admiral's desk.
"I see things are going well." He pushed Sunday's front-page story across the fine oak of his desk towards the man.
"Ja, things are quite well. What is our next step, Admiral?"
"Things are...not quite so well in the Black Isles, Herr Wenkel."
"How so? I have not read anything of the sort in the papers."
"It shan't be in the papers until at least tomorrow. The Vitzenburger aerial assault this weekend was a spectacular failure." Wenkel gasped. "None of the squadron returned to their ships, nor did their support manage to secure any ground. The casualty count is still undetermined, as many airmen and seamen both are still missing, but at least one aircraft carrier was sunk, with none of her crew accounted for."
Wenkel waited in stunned silence for a moment before speaking up. "The strike -- if only we had been able to better-equip our men..."
"Nein, Herr Wenkel. These men set off well before your strike. They would have failed with or without it. The reason I bring this up to you, however, has to do with the Fanaglians and Inorothians. Had all three collaborating nations given a full aerial assault on the islands using vastly superior Vitzenburger aeroplanes, it should have been a surefire victory. But Commodore Laffitte and General Tropi, in their small-minded pettiness, refused to comply with our plan of action. As such, our boys went in, unsupported, to their deaths; meanwhile, the Fanaglians and Inorothians, blissfully disinterested in the best interests of their Vitzenburger fellows, pursued their own plan of attack, seizing a completely different target area and capturing it for themselves. They made a show of coming to the aid of our own men, once their own interests were seen to, but, by then, most of the target islands were under Fanaglian or Inorothian control, cheating Vitzenburg out of her rightful conquest."
"Those bastards!" Wenkel cried.
"The Fanaglians. The Inorothians. Our esteemed kaiserin may believe they are our friends, but she leads us into the embrace of treacherous devils!"
"What do we do, Admiral?"
"If we follow Her Excellency, we shall surely follow her into destruction."
"Then we must not follow her any longer."
"Precisely."
Vitzenburger Fabrikarbeitsverein (VFAV) Rally
Lothering, Vitzenburg
23 August, 1903
16:32 Local Time
Uwe Wenkel stood atop a makeshift stage, waving that Sunday morning's front page before a roaring crowd of disgruntled factory workers. "This!" He cried. "This! This is what happens when we let our kaiserin's friends walk all over us!" The crowd roared with anger and booing. "The Black Isles were ours, and those meddling outlanders took them from us! Just like they took away our wages! Just like they took away our dignity!" More thunderous booing. "These are the subhuman scum Her Excellency is so willing to call her 'friends.' Whether she knows it or not, her 'friends' don't give a damn about her, nor about me, nor about you! All they care about is themselves! It may be treason for me to say so, but I doubt Her Excellency's judgement. If we continue to follow her so blindly, she shall surely lead us to destruction! I say we put a stop to this right now and follow her no longer!" Cheers so thunderous rose from the crowd so powerfully it shook the earth.
In the midst of the excitement, no one heard the gunshot. No one saw where it came from. But once a handful of members of the demonstration noticed the form of Uwe Wenkel go limp onstage, his crimson life spreading sickeningly quickly across his white shirt, their panic did not take long to spread to the rest of the large crowd. The National Guardsmen, posted around the perimeter of the demonstration to maintain order, uneasily attempted to maintain control by shouting orders to calmly exit the area at the designated points of egress, but the sharp urgency of their commands only served to further agitate the panicked people. A protester shoved a guardsman in an attempt to get by, but another guardsman stepped in to his aid, wrenching the flailing man off of him. Another protester came to defend his comrade, wielding the first improvised weapon he came across -- a large stone. When he clubbed the guardsman suppressing the other protester, the other nearby guardsmen's batons came out. One misplaced strike landed the man's limp figure on the ground, dead and bleeding.
The baton-wielding guardsmen soon realized their peril as they saw a dozen or more protesters, glaring at them with both vengeance and a sense of self-preservation in their eyes. They soon descended on the guardsmen with rocks, sticks, boots, and fists and it was only seconds before the next gunshot rang out in a guardsman's attempt at self-defense. Like a chain reaction, the rat-tat-tat of many successive gunshots arose all around the surging, angry, panicked crowd.
Over two hundred unarmed protesters were gunned down and forty of the fifty guardsmen posted there were killed -- some of them literally torn limb from limb -- in a day that would go down in Vitzenburger history as "Bloody Sunday."
War had begun.