I.C.:
Nevilin Augustine was a happy man. Ever since he was rejected as the Prumian ambassador to Great Nepal, he had pulled his political strings and managed to find a nice, comfortable position for himself within the halls of power in Pruymia.
Now, resting comfortably in his office in the city of Palrin, Nevilin was free to govern as he pleased. Since Pruymia was never recognized as an official extent of the Republic, and thus only a simple territorial aquisition, the region was not required to elect a a governor to represent it in Parliament back in Olstain. Without representation, the territory's affairs were left to the Offices of Internal Affairs (O.I.A.), the very same government department Nevilin now found himself acting as liaison with in his role as "Sub-Interior Minister."
"Of course, Mister Augustine," simpered the aged gentleman representing the silver mining consortium. "The municipal government of Palrin can expect a sizable due from the mines gains."
Leaning back in his chair, Nevilin paused in consideration before saying, "While I am sure Governor Kanzo, the Administrating Governor for Pruymia, will be pleased with that, I wonder why I should support your proposal in the next city council meeting. What benefit could there be -- for the city, of course?"
The age representative sent a side-long glance out the nearest window, eying the dilapidated civil quarters within view, before offering, "I am sure the consortium I represent may be convinced to... misplace some funds if such a thing were to happen."
"A terrible tragedy, I am sure," said a smiling Nevilin.
Just as the two men were about to raise and shake to confirm the exchange, the double doors leading into the office burst open. Storming into the room were six men, each dressed in the uniform of a Prumian infantry soldier.
"What is the meaning of this interup--" Nevilin's straggled cursed died in his throat when one of the men raised a gun to his head.
"This, Mister Augustine," spoke a soft, cultured voice from behind the soldiers. "Is a change in management." Stepping out of the crowd of blue uniforms was a man in his early forties with swept back hair and piercing brown eyes.
"On whose authority was this!" demanded Nevilin. "If Kanzo is responsible you..."
"I am afraid not," the new arrival denied. "Administrating Governor Ouichi Kanzo is no doubt in a similar position as you find yourself now. My associates are very... thorough. We want to avoid as much bloodshed as possible."
"So you say," scoffed Nevilin, sending a pointed look at the rifles still aimed at him. "But all I see is violence."
"True, true," agreed the man. "Let us start anew. My name is Alhonso Decabria, former assistant to the assistant of the Administrating Governor."
"So you are a nobody then," laughed Nevilin. "Consider this fair warning: if you want a chance at a fair trial, you are going to surrender now."
Alhonso met Nevilin's eyes for a brief moment before sighing. "I do not believe you truly understand the situation," he said before pulling out a pistol. "This is not a negotiation--" He then raised the pistol, aimed it at the forehead of the gentleman from the silver mining consortium and pulled the trigger.
The man hit the floor of Nevilin Augustine's office before dead before Alhonso Decabria continued, "My friends and I are deeply trouble by your administrations willful disregard for our land." His voice was a cool whisper. "And have decided to take action."
"You!" hissed a shaken Nevilin. "Who are you!"
"I thought I already answered that," he frowned. "My name is Alhonso Decabria, the future president of a free Pruymia." Aiming his pistol at Nevilin's head, he added, "Now will you cooperate?"
A few hours later, broadcasting on nearly every radio signal available and in every direction possible, the following message was heard:
"For too long we have been the victims of injustice and terrible misuse of human dignity. Oppressed and dominated by the corporate masters on and high and ruled and suppressed by the Prumian government slaves yet higher, our beloved Pruymia has been ravaged and plundered to line their greedy pockets with every it of gem and gold they can get their hands on. The gold mined from our ores outside Palrin goes to become the very currency Prumia uses to trade in goods: their precious 'Hentil'.
"We have suffered, my friends. Forced to endure cruelties as a foreign powers grinds us under their heel. I say no more! No more will our home be drained of its beauty by the plunging mast of Prumian industry! No more will our women be defiled by the malicious deviance of a degenerate public 'for the good of the Republic'! No more will our children be taught to obey a foreign doctrine of oppression against their own people; taught to be 'of Prumia' before being free!
"No more will our homes be reduced to ruins, our bountiful fields to dirt, our cattle to bones, our crops to weed! o more will our bodies be broken, our minds shattered, our hearts corrupted! I say no more!
"We of Pruymia -- the true Pruymia! -- stand united against the oppression of our masters and firm in our convictions to resist them. M name is Alhonso Decabria and this is my solemn pledge: so long as I draw breathe, so to does Pruymia; and so long as Pruymia lives, our struggle will never end!
Say no more and stand with us!"
