Let's build a country ( IC, Open )

by **Iengal** » Wed Apr 12, 2017 9:39 pm

El Mexican; Julio 21st, 1926

PRESIDENT CASTANZO IS DEAD! KILLED BY PARTISANS!
By: Rafael Gutierrez

On July 14th, at 6:00 a.m., President ( former ) Castanzo entered into the lampico train station, intent on boarding a train destined for safe refuge in North Mexico. Before he was able to board the train though, he and his body guards were gunned down by a group of unknown partisans. President Castanzo's death was confirmed three hours later. After information of Castanzo's death was leaked to the public, military units across the country had began deserting. The presidential palace in Mexico City was sacked by looters. Celebrations have broken out all over the country!

My fellow country men, this is a great day in our history! July 14th will forever be known as the day we overthrew the tyrant and American lapdog Castanzo! The old regime has all but fallen in every part of the country - with out the head, the body dies! This was a long and gruesome battle, and we deserve to celebrate. Felicitaciones compañeros!

We at El Mexican have been reporting from the underground for the last two years on the tyranny and corruption of Gen. Castanzo and his cronies, and we have long awaited this day. Now that we are here though, as journalists, we must ask the important question: what now? The death of Castanzo and his regime was absolutely needed and we all are better off for it, but it's destruction can not simply be an end - something must replace it. A look of the current national situation paints a very disorganized revolution. Communist forces have taken over Puebla and Cuernavaca , Anarchists have embedded themselves in the state of Tuxtla, the NFP are in control of Colima, PUN is running the show in Gurrero, and the PFF have taken the Yucatan. And these are just the largest factions, there are dozens more in control of smaller amounts of territory. All of the groups listed have opposing ideas of how the country should be run, and each one has armies to back them. Castanzo had to go, no question, but what are we replacing him with? We must tread lightly my countrymen, for at this moment will live in a land with many armies, many generals, many loyalties, and no flag to keep them all together. If we are to rebuild our nation and avoid a decent into warlordism similar to China, the opposing factions of the revolution must consolidate together in order to work for the greater good of the nation.

Dear reader, please, now more than ever, at the brink of dawn, we must pray. We have come so far we cannot go back to tyranny and depravity now. Pray and work for a better future. And as always,

Viva Mexico!

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by **Iengal** » Thu Apr 13, 2017 12:11 am

Bandera del pueblo maya y el PFF

Cancun, July 21st, 1926

Augusto Diaz put down the issue of El Mexican in his lap and looked up into space. Finally people are starting to get the bigger picture, he thought to himself. Augusto had been thinking that very question since the onset of the revolution six months ago - what comes after? Augusto was sitting in a wicker chair next to a white metal table which held his mug of coffee. Except for three armed and uniformed guards ( black ponchos over black uniforms with yellow berets depicting the Mayan sun ) he was alone sitting up on that balcony. That is not to say, he was isolated. The balcony was more simply the roof of a restaurant in town which jutted out like a giant V into the street, creating a kind of Y intersection. He could hear the sounds of the pueblo below.

He put the newspaper down on the table beside him and picked up his cup of coffee. He walked over to the side of the balcony and looked down. In front of the restaurant were moving dozens of people. Some of them had uniforms on ( uniforms was a strong word, very few had the ornate uniforms of his personal guards - most PFF fighters simply had green or black ponchos and a yellow knitted beret or cap ) and were leading people into and out of the restaurant below, and then there were the people themselves. Most were dirty, most were quite skinny, and most were a depressing sight. This was Cancun, 8 years into the tyranny of Castanzo.

The whole country was starving, but none more so than the Mayan people. The late Gen. Castanzo had spent the last 8 years setting up dozens of tobacco, cotton, and sugar plantations without any bother for expanding corn or wheat fields. When the revolution started heating up, and the Yucatan was on the verge of being completely lost to the government, Castanzo had ordered every farm, from the smallest to the largest, to be burned down. The fires themselves had been tragic, over 1,000 people had been killed in the blaze - not to mention all the surrounding forest which was destroyed, and the animals which also perished in the flame; what was perhaps more distressing though was that all seed and food reserves in the Yucatan had been wiped out. In the restaurant below, the PFF was distributing what food stores were left in the city of Cancun to the locals. They would be out within a week.

Augusto sipped at his coffee and kept looking down at the people, thinking they looked and awful lot like a clump of ants all working at repairing their nest or something to that likening. One of the more ornately uniformed PFF fighters was guiding a group of soldiers over to some civilians when he looked up. It was commander. Miguel Sanchez - a personal friend of Augusto. Sanchez had been one of the men who started the farmers union with Augusto three years ago. They met up again soon after the revolution started, and he was among the few who agreed to start the PFF with him. Now, he was the right hand of Augusto. Sanchez smiled up at Augusto, who in turn smiled and nodded back, Sanchez returned to directing his soldiers. Some of the civilians looked up towards the balcony and squinted their eyes to see past the brightness of the sun. A few women recognized him and pointed - Augusto got that a lot, and he secretly liked their admiration. He had a craving to be admired by others. Augusto brought his mug to his lips, only to find it was empty. He grunted and put the cup down, then turned around to make his way off the rooftop.

Out on the street, Augusto drew a lot more attention, this was in part due mostly to his guards, who looked much more distinctive then the usual PFF partisans they were used to. He was led by his guards to a white model T-19 which was parked on the side of the road and guarded by two soldiers. The car drove him to the former Police Station - now the PFF HQ. The HQ was quite a site. The station itself was surrounded by a 7 foot wall pained white on the upper half and red on the lower half - with razor wire on top. There was always a patrol going around the perimeter of the wall. From outside, one could see the top of the two story concrete building, and he could see the Mayan flag waving next to a radio tower. If one were to enter in past the gate, he would see rows of vehicles, men rushing about in all directions, and armed soldiers everywhere. This was the epicenter of PFF coordination the Yucatan not only in military matters, but civilian and logistics activities as well. Food distribution centers had been set up in Cancun as well as a few other places, and their supply situation was coordinated here. This was also the main communication center for PFF smugglers working in British Honduras and Guatemala. A while back, when the PFF was still growing, bases had been set up in British Honduras as a kind of bastion away from Castanzo ( in secret of course ). Now, these bases act as munitions dumps, and safe houses for smugglers who bring in food and other supplies from the rest of central America.

The Model T-19 stopped in front of the station entrance, were several guards and a captain were already waiting. A soldier opened the door, and Augusto stepped out. He was wearing a olive green khaki pants, a matching shirt, and of course a yellow beret. As he exited the car he adjusted his beret ever so slightly. It wasn't crooked mind you, but he did it as a show. He was very aware of what his men thought of him, and he felt it essential to keep up the myth - Augusto Diaz, freedom fighter. He walked past the guards and towards the captain. The captain smacked his heels together and brought his right hand to his left pectoral ( zog salute ). " General. Diaz Sir! " Augusto nodded the captain at ease. The captain's shoulder relaxed and he seemed visibly light - he couldn't have been a few years older than Augusto. " Sir, you requested that we reserve you time to use the radio tower. For our log's sake, I have to know why and where. " As he was talking he pulled out a pad and pencil which appeared to be the log. " You will of course be anointed all the time you need. " Augusto breathed in deeply, and check his right shoulder for the entrance of the police station before turning back towards the captain. He would watch closely for his facial reaction. " Certainly. Alright, Why: I am using the radio tower to send a general message to all of South Mexico, were I will declare my intention to host a meeting between all the main partisan leaders, that being: Rosia Fernandez, Carlos Rodriguez, Maximiliano Realonda, and Alberto Moya here in Cancun to discuss cooperation. As for the where, all of South Mexico. " As he said all of this, Augusto kept a completely straight face and revealed absolutely no sense of gravity for what he said - as a kind of experiment to gauge this captain's reaction without his own influencing it. It was quite amusing to watch the captain try and contain his own awe. That is something Augusto noticed with men, they hate to show any humility, even when it is to their benefit.

The captain looked over the log for a moment before looking back up at Augusto. " Will that be is sir? " Augusto nodded his head. " Si. " The captain breathed in and smiled as he placed the pencil into one of his chest pockets and pressed the pad to his side. " Alright then sir, please follow me to the recording room. "

Mi Compatriotas, on this day of July 21st, 1926, I, Augusto Diaz - Chairman of the Peoples Freedom Front and your brother in revolution - am sending a nation wide message to you the people. Before I tell you this message, it may be best that you know who the messenger is. As I have said, my name is Augusto Diaz. I was once a biologist and a farmer in the Yucatan peninsula. Like you, I suffered under the tyranny of Gen. Castanzo, and like you I rose up against him when his depravity became too much! I and my fellow countrymen formed a group of freedom fighters - the Peoples Freedom Front, to fight back against the regime, and to give back to the people their land and their rights. I have lost many friends, and even family to this war, and I know that they are smiling now from Heaven knowing that we have finally gotten rid of the Devil Castazno! But yet, their sacrifice still might be in vain my friends. For you see, no partisan in this war fought to end Castanzo - no, they fought for a better life for all of Mexico; North and South! We have gotten rid of the monster who lorded over us before, now we must ensure that we find a replacement system, one which will ensure that the fruits of our labor will benefit all people, and not a select few. A system that will ensure protection from bandits and thieves. A system which we can all be proud to call our own! In order to reach this goal, we who have the power and capital to do so must work together. This is a direct call to the following people: Rosia Fernandez, Carlos Rodriguez, Maximiliano Realonda, Alberto Moya - You were all leaders in the fight against the devil Castanzo. Now, please, be a leader in the rebuilding of our country! I invite you all to speak with me and each other in the city of Cancun in one week, July 28th. If you accept, send a telegram of our acceptance. Not only is this a call to you, but this is also a call to all the people of Mexico, on both sides of the border. We have been given an opportunity by God to do great things - to fix the mistakes of old. We cannot by blinded by short term gains and losses, not now. We must plan, and we must think of the future. We must come together and work for a better world - if not for ourselves, for our children, and grandchildren.

Orar a Dios mis amigos, lo necesitamos ahora más que nunca!

by **Puertollano** » Thu Apr 13, 2017 2:07 am

Unlike the situation that seemed to be evolving in Cacun, Tuxlta is in utter shambles. Armed men came rushing into the hospital lobby, crying out in pain, these 6 or so men were holding onto their wounds as medical professionals met them at the entrance. Rosia Fernendez was one of the first on the scene to treat a partisan, having to quickly administer local anesthetic (although now a scarce supply), before she was even to able understand his injury. A bullet had been fired directly into this mans arm as he explains, by a band of regime loyalists, all who hadn't had it very tough during Castanzo's tyrannical period. A taskforce was sent to neutralise these sympathisers as they had occupied a usually fairly busy shop, while they were successful, one of them had a semi-automatic machine gun. Rosia was swift to meet with this mans medical requirements, resting him back into the hospital bed once she was done, blood spilt across her nursing gown. To the rest of the civilians in Tuxtla, she didn't have the appearance of a leader, but more of a fellow revolutionary in their undying cause. To the rest of the civilians, she was another nurse, another nurse with some pretty strong friends.

After being liberated from a nearby 'correctional' centre by a local armed militia, Rosia and her new found friends (all who she met during her time in the prison, their crimes varied from protesting, other revolutionary activity to murder) and devout followers made their way back to her home city; Tuxtla. Due to the numbers she had with her, and her positive reputation in Tuxtla, she assumed control of the region by default as there was no real challenge. This was all because the locals had already dismissed (most) loyalists from the area. From there, Rosia had established the hospital as the HQ of the new Anarchist Liberatin League, her reasonings were because it had suitable defences and it would be deemed as immoral for any faction to launch an assault against it (especially since it's still fully operational).

Rosia Fernendez rose up from the chair by the side of her recent patient and left the room out into the bustling hallway. Many who walked past Rosia would give her greetings or just smile in her direction, however one tall and muscular man abruptly called out in her direction, "Comrade Rosia! Rosia! We've received a message through the banged up radio!"
"Good news, then! Si! Who was it that made contact comrade?"
"Some egotistical 'Chairman' in the Yuctan peninsula,"
"Communist, socialist, I can only presume? Those trivialities don't matter anyhow, we're able to co-operate with fellow leftists,"
"Si. He even mentioned you by name in his radio call,"
"That doesn't concern me, what did he actually say though?"
"He wants you and several other partisan leaders to meet him in Cacun to discuss diplomacy or something. He told us to reply by telegram,"
"That can be done, it's just at the moment I have my hands tied, tell them that I will delightfully attend his meeting'"
"Of course, comrade Rosia!" The man sped back away, sure to reply. Those of the People's Freedom Front would soon receive a telegram that read:

Dear Augusto Diaz,

May we all as residents of South Mexico rembmer the day of July 14th with much excitement. The physical manifestation of the devil himself was assassinated by fellow revolutionary partisans. Castanzo has died in the same way he burnt down Mayan's crop fields, in a flaming ball of fire. Truly, as South Mexicans, we can appreciate the justice has been rightfully served and we should all honour our position today to mark the progress to the future. Any children born after the 14th are our new generation that will be able to flourish in our new liberated nation. We understand the substantial work that must still be done to create our perfect utopia, loyalists soldiers are still on the hunt for more victims, and diplomacy can be the only option to destroy these scumbags as a United force. Rosia and the rest of the ALL applaud you in the first steps toward connecting all revolutionary groups together to discuss our nations future, it is a key principle of anarchism that we shall always try dialogue over guns, always. Hence, Comrade Rosia Fernendez, accompanied by a small following, including guards, will attend this meeting in Cacun. As soon as it is possible, she shall begin her journey. Any attempt to use this as a false flag is, of course, detrimental to the survival of South Mexico from fascism again, and any unwarranted attacks on Rosia or other ALL members would result in unneeded suffering. Sorry for leaving this telegram on a sad note, we wish you all the best of luck in the PFF.

-Nicolo Castillo, messenger of Rosia Fernendez.

Rosia's motorcade waited patiently as the anarchist leader took to a platform above the main square in Tuxlta. Crowds of people had gathered there tonight, all in their jackets and warm clothing. A large bonfire, looking pile was in front of the stage, the people had gathered around the outside of it. Rosia began to speak: "People! How many days did you wake up and wish that Castanzo was gone? How many days did you go without food? Without water? Without family? Our revolutionary struggle has been successful, but there is much to do before we become the utopian paradise we have spoken of. This pile in front of us all, this upcoming bonfire, is one stage in that process. We will burn all memorabilia from his tyrannical period in power, we will be able to watch his totalitarian propaganda burn before us all. Let it burn to the ground, so that we can build up from this!" A man threw a match into the pile, and the pile slowly and then suddenly caught fire. All of a sudden it was there in a massive blaze. Rosia was able to witness it for a few moments before she had to start her journey towards Cacun. She jumped onto a rigidly old motorcycle and followed behind a convoy of 2 cars, full of friends of Rosia, as well as guards and equipment.

by **Kelmet** » Thu Apr 13, 2017 10:51 am

Colima,July 21st, 1926
Colima or "The Iron State" was much better of than most off the states in post Castanzo south mexico. The N.F.P sponsored food kitchens in conjunction with local church's not only acted as a nexus of party propaganda and recruitment but had made great strides in stopping the food shortages in the state. The three main cities in the state were spared from the brutal street fighting that happened in other places and were kept clean and orderly by the N.F.P paramilitary division's. Colimas small size and intact infrastructure made it much easier to keep organized with ongoing efforts to hunt down sympathies to the old regime and communist upstarts deemed "red's" by the national fascists. Large rallies and marches are a regular sight and community efforts bring ex-military into the party are ongoing. (At this point the N.F.P is much more a paramilitary group than a political party)

Mi Compatriotas, on this day of July 21st, 1926, I, Augusto Diaz - Chairman of the Peoples Freedom Front and your brother in revolution - am sending a nation wide message to you the people. Before I tell you this message, it may be best that you know who the messenger is. As I have said, my name is Augusto Diaz. I was once a biologist and a farmer in the Yucatan peninsula. Like you, I suffered under the tyranny of Gen. Castanzo, and like you I rose up against him when his depravity became too much! I and my fellow countrymen formed a group of freedom fighters - the Peoples Freedom Front, to fight back against the regime, and to give back to the people their land and their rights. I have lost many friends, and even family to this war, and I know that they are smiling now from Heaven knowing that we have finally gotten rid of the Devil Castazno! But yet, their sacrifice still might be in vain my friends. For you see, no partisan in this war fought to end Castanzo - no, they fought for a better life for all of Mexico; North and South! We have gotten rid of the monster who lorded over us before, now we must ensure that we find a replacement system, one which will ensure that the fruits of our labor will benefit all people, and not a select few. A system that will ensure protection from bandits and thieves. A system which we can all be proud to call our own! In order to reach this goal, we who have the power and capital to do so must work together. This is a direct call to the following people: Rosia Fernandez, Carlos Rodriguez, Maximiliano Realonda, Alberto Moya - You were all leaders in the fight against the devil Castanzo. Now, please, be a leader in the rebuilding of our country! I invite you all to speak with me and each other in the city of Cancun in one week, July 28th. If you accept, send a telegram of our acceptance. Not only is this a call to you, but this is also a call to all the people of Mexico, on both sides of the border. We have been given an opportunity by God to do great things - to fix the mistakes of old. We cannot by blinded by short term gains and losses, not now. We must plan, and we must think of the future. We must come together and work for a better world - if not for ourselves, for our children, and grandchildren.

Orar a Dios mis amigos, lo necesitamos ahora más que nunca!

The Colima city garrison and now N.F.P headquarters
Carlos was finising a sparring match with one of his bodyguards when he got the news of a Partisan leader by the name of Augusto Diaz calling for a meeting of influential rebel groups to create a unity government. This was a fantastic responsibility and he felt honored to be named a part of it. Latest news reports out of the Yucatan was the near annihilation of their agriculture production, therefore when Carlos left via train he would bring with him 2 rail cars full of seed to replenish their seed stock and 4 rail cars full of readily available food aid.

by **Cuprum** » Thu Apr 13, 2017 11:17 am

Republic of Oaxaca

The Revolutionary Democratic Party, commanded by Don Hayter, took the city of Oaxaca de Juaréz and issued a report, which stated that federalism should be restored as a form of government to combat poverty in the country and that they would join the U.S.A as the easiest way to achieve it. Six days later, in the presence of troops of the garrison of Oaxaca de Juaréz under the command of the former governor of the State of Oaxaca Juan Giménez, and many supporters, Don Hayter proclaimed the independence of the Oaxacan territory.

The first State Council meeting in Oaxaca de Juaréz, a crowd led by Don Hayter broke into the room calling for the independence of Oaxaca. Some members of this group lowered the Mexican flag, without considering the consequences, raising in its place a flag called the Oaxacan. Officially a few days after the Mexican flag was removed from boats and buildings in favor of the Oaxacan flag.

On July 22st, 1926, the local Chamber of Deputies adopted the Act of Independence of Oaxaca. The first article stated:

The people of Oaxaca, in the full exercise of its sovereignty is becoming free and independent republic of the Mexican nation....
The Oaxacan flag was hoisted first in Oaxaca de Juaréz on July 25th, 1926, in protest at the current anarchy of the region. "The flag of Oaxaca consists of a red vertical band along the hoist side, with a white five-pointed star in the center, and thirteen horizontal stripes, alternating blue and white, with seven blue stripes and six white ones." The colors of the flag of Oaxaca are identical to those of of the United States of America.

The Constitution of Oaxaca was a copy of the Constitution of the United States of America.

The new state of Oaxaca was consolidated by its ruling elite. Oaxaca has never had a dominant culture to which immigrants could assimilate even though Spanish was the dominant language at that time. Together with efforts from the government and ruling party, Hayter tried to create a unique Oaxacan identity with English as the new lingua franca, one which heavily recognised racial consciousness within the umbrella of multiculturalism.

Hayter and his government stressed the importance of maintaining religious tolerance and racial harmony, and they were ready to use the law to counter any threat that might incite ethnic and religious violence. For example, Hayter and his team warned against "insensitive evangelisation", by which he referred to instances of Christian proselytising directed at the natives.

Hayter and his team worked to establish Oaxaca as an international financial centre. Foreign bankers were assured of the reliability of Oaxaca's social conditions, with top-class infrastructure and skilled professionals inherited by the Porfiriato Era, and investors were made to understand that the local government would pursue sound macroeconomic policies, with budget surpluses, backed by the use of the American Dollar who replaced the Mexican Peso as the new currency.

by **Hastiaka** » Fri Apr 14, 2017 5:48 am

Partido de la Unidad Nacional
Our Unity is our triumph!

Acapulco | PUN Headquarters

Amidst a backdrop of ruined buildings, bullet-torn government offices and monuments was a new beginning. The National Unity Party started as an idea in a cafe in the city of Acapulco. Who would've thought that Maximiliano Realonda, son of a wealthy plantation owner and heir to a vast agricultural empire would take the revolutionary cause? Who would have thought that a man whose lineage itself reeks of aristocracy would become a social justice warrior? No one did. That's why for a time, only few joined the PUN. For the first year of operation, Maximiliano or as he is simply called, Max, used his company's profits to fund his new political cause. He set up headquarters in a refurbished warehouse where he and his allies would print thousands of sheets of anti-Castanzo propaganda. It was a risky business indeed. If he were to be caught, it would spell doom to him and everything that he had work for. Thankfully, that didn't happen. After several years, the PUN's membership grew and it became even more financially powerful and the PUN's purchase of a small radio studio was a testament of that.

During the chaos of the uprising, the PUN was already a large organization. Max thought it would be a good time to strike and so they did. Over a period of several weeks, the PUN hit several main Castanzo strongholds in the city and mobilized the local populace against the regime's loyalists. After eliminating most of the military installations in the province of Guerrero, the local government surrendered to the PUN and gave them absolute control over the province.

The headquarters of the PUN is currently a large prison facility. The prison had large, thick concrete walls and two layers of barb-wired fences. The tall towers provided defenders a high vantage point and it was expansive. The interior of the prison was renovated and is now full of offices, printing stations and stocks. Next to the prison was a warehouse that is now used as the headquarters of the Unidad Relief Organization (URO), an sub-group of the PUN that is dedicated to relief services and poverty alleviation.

Max's office was located in the warden's office. It turned out that the warden was living a lavish lifestyle. His room was cavernous and even had his own pool table and bar! Max turned it into his own and the pool area was turned into a conference room. Today was a particularly a busy one. He was writing down orders for a security escort for the URO relief missions outside the province. Outside his window, re-construction is visible, workers rebuilding felled buildings. Now, Acapulco is an economically-important city and now that Castanzo is dead and the nation is divided, tourism is at an all-time low. It is imperative that the PUN rebuild the city so that they can generate funds to expand the PUN missions.

Alfredo Sanchez, the PUN Secretary of Finance entered the room. He sat down in a chair in front of Max's table and relaxed himself. Sanchez was a tall, built man. He was a businessman before he was sent to a concentration camp after being discovered as a anti-Castanzo sympathizer. Sanchez took a piece of paper from his briefcase and presented it to Max. ''Here's the paper for the purchase of new trucks from the States. They're second hand so that we can have cheap ones.'' Max took a pen and signed it. ''Good choice. The Realonda Corporation cannot fund the purchase of expensive vehicles.'' he took a sip from his cup of coffee and wiped his lips. ''We even barely have a military to use them''

Then, the communications operator came inside and approached Max ''Sir, we've received a letter from an organized group of communists, should we accept?'' he said while handing Maximiliano the paper. Max took unfolded the letter and read it. He couldn't help to smile while reading what's inside it. ''Communists? They want us to cooperate? Cooperate? Or do they want to hostage? Anyway, I will be heading there. Telegram Commander Ricardo, tell him to prepare for a diplomatic mission with me. Anyway, reply to them.''

Central Office
Partido Unidad Nacional
Acapulco, Guerrero

Saludos!
Greetings good sirs, I am Maximiliano Realonda, Secretary-General of the Partido Unidad Nacional, a party that promotes social justice and unity. We would be glad to accept your invitation to your conference. We agree that only through dialog, we can heal the wounds that the dictator Canstanzo brought upon our lands. We hope that everything will be peaceful and God be with you.

Maximiliano Realonda
PUN Secretary-General

by **Sivio** » Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:19 pm

Mi Compatriotas, on this day of July 21st, 1926, I, Augusto Diaz - Chairman of the Peoples Freedom Front and your brother in revolution - am sending a nation wide message to you the people. Before I tell you this message, it may be best that you know who the messenger is. As I have said, my name is Augusto Diaz. I was once a biologist and a farmer in the Yucatan peninsula. Like you, I suffered under the tyranny of Gen. Castanzo, and like you I rose up against him when his depravity became too much! I and my fellow countrymen formed a group of freedom fighters - the Peoples Freedom Front, to fight back against the regime, and to give back to the people their land and their rights. I have lost many friends, and even family to this war, and I know that they are smiling now from Heaven knowing that we have finally gotten rid of the Devil Castazno! But yet, their sacrifice still might be in vain my friends. For you see, no partisan in this war fought to end Castanzo - no, they fought for a better life for all of Mexico; North and South! We have gotten rid of the monster who lorded over us before, now we must ensure that we find a replacement system, one which will ensure that the fruits of our labor will benefit all people, and not a select few. A system that will ensure protection from bandits and thieves. A system which we can all be proud to call our own! In order to reach this goal, we who have the power and capital to do so must work together. This is a direct call to the following people: Rosia Fernandez, Carlos Rodriguez, Maximiliano Realonda, Alberto Moya - You were all leaders in the fight against the devil Castanzo. Now, please, be a leader in the rebuilding of our country! I invite you all to speak with me and each other in the city of Cancun in one week, July 28th. If you accept, send a telegram of our acceptance. Not only is this a call to you, but this is also a call to all the people of Mexico, on both sides of the border. We have been given an opportunity by God to do great things - to fix the mistakes of old. We cannot by blinded by short term gains and losses, not now. We must plan, and we must think of the future. We must come together and work for a better world - if not for ourselves, for our children, and grandchildren.

Orar a Dios mis amigos, lo necesitamos ahora más que nunca!

Greetings, Mr. Diaz (and all subsequent recipients of this letter)

I am Aegis Jones of Jones Industry and, once again, I am in full support of the Freedom Front. As everyone may know, I was vocal against the tyrant, Castanzo. However, as I was one still one of the biggest companies within Mexico, there was nothing that he could do. Now that he is dead, and the government has perished, the board unanimously agreed with me that for the time being, we should operate under your laws.
On top of that, they have also agree to help out financially whenever possible. That is, the majority of the profits will still go on to rebuilding the company and reacquiring our old assets in northern Mexico.

Anyway, if necessary, I will allow Jones Industry to be the focal point of meetings of the current government until a plan has been developed.
Let us all contribute for a better future and give way to a better federation.

by **Krumbia** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 11:44 am

Municipal Palace, Puebla, Republic of South Mexico
21st July 1926

One week after the death of General Castanzo was made public and the joyous celebrations of what was thought impossible were drawing to a close. The past week had seen fireworks, open displays of love, and what the closest things to feasts as had been seen in South Mexico for years. A week on, things were more uncertain than perhaps they had ever been before. Hunger was setting back in, but now, the people could not rely on the harsh and unfair hand of Castanzo – as there was no hand there at all. No central government. Dozens of armed partisan groups of all ideologies. Different areas of the country partitioned between different factions. With Castanzo gone, the country did not look much brighter than it did a week ago, or a year ago.

The ‘Municipal Palace’ of Puebla had been the seat of the state government of Puebla before it descended into civil war six months earlier. Now it was the seat of Communist power in South Mexico and had been for some weeks. It was of rather grand Elizabethan architecture, with influences from the Neoclassic and Italian revival schools. Outside flew the flag of the Republic of South Mexico and flag of the Parti Communiste del Sur de Mexico, the PCSM. Standing guard were two partisans of the PCSM, identified primarily by their red armbands, with the letters P C S M stencilled on in black. They wore an assortment of khaki and dark brown clothing: some hunters’ items, some surplus American stuff, some captured stuff Castanzo’s men, and some bits bought personally. They were equipped with M1917 Enfield rifles. Their outfits and equipment were typical of PCSM partisans, and groups of them hanging around, chatting and relaxing with a smoke, could be seen around and within the Municipal Palace.

Inside, sat in the now requisitioned office of the Deputy Mayor of Puebla, Alberto Moya was sat reading through his correspondence and papers when he came across the telegram from Yucatan, marked with what seemed to be a revolutionary symbol. It was from August Diaz, of the People’s Freedom Front. He requested a meeting of South Mexican partisan leaders in Cancun. Realising the significance of this, Moya stood up from his desk to seek out the others for their guidance on the matter. He called a meeting of the PCSM leadership for later in the day to discuss the offer, as they were spread out across the province on different tasks. Moya took the time in the intervening period to talk to the two agents that Comintern had sent out only a few weeks ago, when they realised that the PCSM were on the brink of real power in South Mexico. Ricardo Perez was a Spanish trade unionist in his mid-50s, with Communist sympathies. More importantly, he was a speaker of Spanish and Russian and could bridge the gap between South Mexico and the Soviet Union. With Perez, Comintern had dispatched Abromov Antonovich, a young Russian economist who had previously held a senior role in the People’s Commissariat for Finance, and helped to apply Marxist ideas to the poorer regions of Russia. Antonovich was a novel thinker and had been sent to help get South Mexico out of the mire without leaving the worker classes behind in the process. He had been one of the first of the Soviet era to graduate from the Russian Academy of Sciences, but he was still learning Spanish.

A stilted conversation followed. Moya had his own ideas about Marxism and Leninism and how to apply them, if the PCSM was given the chance. But Antonovich was the expert and also had the experience. Moya was a fighter first and deferred to him. Perez had some interesting ideas about improving labour relations in South Mexico, an area largely suppressed by Castanzo. He proposed one of the first acts of the PCSM, to consolidate their power, should be the creation of a national trade union federation aligned to the Communists as well as individual trade unions that covered the bulk of the workforce. Moya agreed that this was a good idea and one he had himself. The topic then moved more into theory, talking of their mutual appreciation of Marx and other early Communist thinkers, and their reverance for Lenin and Stalin as leaders of the powerful USSR. They also discussed their mutual appreciation of Russia and Russian culture. Before long, Andrés Casaus, the Chair of the Party Central Committee (formed from delegates of all regional parties across South Mexico), Óscar Arnal, the Chief of Staff of the People’s Army (effectively head of PCSM partisans), and Nevaraz Contreres, the Secretary of the Puebla Communist Party, all arrived for what was a crucial meeting to the direction of the PCSM. With Perez and Antonovich sitting in, this group was Moya’s inner circle – his de facto Politburo.

First off, Moya explained the telegram and the situation. South Mexico was in a state of limbo, but without effective leadership soon, that limbo would soon turn to violence and anarchy. Castanzo was dead. The symbol of the oppression had gone, but that was not to say the capitalist classes would not resume that oppression if champions of the proletariat did not take their place. Unfortunately, and with this Perez agreed, the PCSM was not yet strong enough to take on the role by itself. Working with those not so committed to the class cause would be necessary in order to protect the proletariat from even greater dangers. Moya had been considering this while talking with Perez and Antonovich. Compromise was at this point in time necessary, to avoid the total collapse of South Mexico. He had no particular love for the state itself, and for what it represented – partition caused by imperialism – but he had a love for the people, and knew that if South Mexico collapsed, the people would suffer far more than could be known. General (this was more a nickname than a rank) Arnal said that his men were largely prepared to maintain order in Puebla and Cuernavaca. They appreciated the seriousness of the task ahead, but they still bayed for blood. He said that elements that had previously been on the frontline against Castanzo’s forces on the outskirts of Mexico City now had no enemy, and asked whether they should push on to capture the city proper. It would be a powerful asset.

Moya thought for a moment before making his decision. “Talk to the people. I want to know what they think. Send some men into the city, to the Palace and to other places, but don’t make too much fuss. I don’t want the other partisans to think we are seizing the city for ourselves. The last thing we want is more war.” Casaus, the chair of the Party Central Committee, added on that he would call a meeting in the next week to seek the advice of the regional delegates on each of the partisan groups – which had cooperated throughout the war effort and which were totally anti-the worker effort. The ‘Politburo’ was otherwise satisfied with Moya attending. It was agreed that Contreres would attend with him, as well as some of the better-trained partisans, for security.

Dear Mr. Diaz,

Your offer is gracious and pertinent. The Parti Communiste del Sur de Mexico shall be attending. We hope the talks swift and conclusive, for the sake of South Mexico’s future.

Yours,

Alberto Moya
General Secretary

by **Iengal** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 1:46 pm

Cancun, July 28th, 1926

Augusto was nervously checking himself in the mirror for perhaps the 8th time today. He wore a navy blue suit jacket with a satin red vest over a white shirt and black tie. His hair was combed over to the side, and his mustached had been properly evened out. He was handsome, yet he kept looking over himself like nervous wreck. he was about to meet the most powerful people in South Mexico and he wanted to give a good first impression. Looking into the mirror, he straightened his tie for the 10th time. He stared his own reflection down, trying out a number of poses and squinted his eyes in numerous ways - look wise past your years - fierce!

A knock came at his door. " Sir, are you ready? " Augusto was in the guest room of an old hacienda which had been a plantation house until quite recently. Due to the secluded nature of the hacienda, and the fact it was remarkably intact considering all the violence the area had seen during the battle for Cancun, it was to be the meeting place for this Partisan gathering. Augusto looked at his reflection one last time. he straightend up his back to be as tall as possible. " Yes, I am ready. "

The entrance to the hacienda was quite magnificent - castile and moor architecture was the inspiration for the whole building. White sandstone columns, curved arch ways, and a beige coating over the entire outside. To match the beauty of the hacienda ( and the importance of the meeting ), Augusto had ensured that all guards present wore official uniforms - black poncho, black fatigues, yellow beret. The armament was quite serious as well - 1917 Lee Enfield's, Remington 10A trench busters, and a dozen 1921A American Thompson submachine guns. Anyone who may try and attack the meeting would be facing a security detail with the most advanced weaponry of the day.

The black steel front gates of the hacienda were opened, allowing in the first cars of the visiting partisan leaders. Augusto stood on the stair way leading into the hacienda - a red carpet had been laid out for the arrivals. Augusto stood by himself in the center. He felt it necessary to be the first one to greet his hopeful future partners.

by **Sivio** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 2:09 pm

Jones looked in the mirror and straightened his tie. His wife, Martha, came up behind him. "You look fantastic darling," she said as she hugged him. "You'll make a great first impression." Jones smiled.

"You always make me smile, Martha," he responded. "Although I put my company in support of the Front before, this is the first time where we can actually support them without much risk. Plus, there are multiple political leaders that are coming from all over."

"You'll do fine," Martha said. "Look on the bright side, maybe this'll be over by the time our son gets back from the United States next year. You will be making a better future for him and all of Mexico."

A Few Hours Later
Aegis Jones was the first to step up to Diaz to shake his hand. "Ah, my friend," he stated. "It's been far to long. I will have company offer what it can spare, whether it's monetary support or even industrial support. As I have stated in my letter, Jones Industry is currently trying to reacquire assets that are currently in northern Mexico. Or I guess, what is now the United States." He sighed.

by **Puertollano** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 2:19 pm

The rumbling of the trucks owned by the Anarchist Liberation League could be heard from a decent way away. This would be their furthest trip, any even further for Rosia, as she had never really left Tuxalt in her life. Rosia, and the rest of her following could now see the gate entrance, to where Augusto Diaz and the PFF would be waiting for them. Fernandez sped up more on her rickety old motorbike, beginning to overtake the trucks. She was eager to meet with Diaz and more especially shape the future outlook of their nation entirely. Dirt smothered the trucks behind her as she sped along, but soon enough they were able to catch up decently. They all entered the gate, looking around in awe and the magnificent building. Rosia parked her motorbike, quickly pulling off her helmet and sliding off her goggles, placing them all on the seat, she walked into the red carpet with some of her armed guards following behind. She approched Augusto who was in the centre, reaching out to shake his hand, "You are Augusto Diaz, si?"

by **Iengal** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 2:23 pm

" Indeed, and you must be Rosia Fernandez? " He took the anarchists hand and shook it gently. Usual custom would be to kiss her hand, but she was a bit - covered in dirt. " It seems you brought quite the convoy with you? " He looked her up and down, taking a mental note of how she stood, what she wore, and her facial expression. She was posturing just like he was, but what feeling was she trying to give off? To know would be a fabulous insight into the person she really was.

by **Puertollano** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 2:30 pm

Iengal wrote:" Indeed, and you must be Rosia Fernandez? " He took the anarchists hand and shook it gently. Usual custom would be to kiss her hand, but she was a bit - covered in dirt. " It seems you brought quite the convoy with you? " He looked her up and down, taking a mental note of how she stood, what she wore, and her facial expression. She was posturing just like he was, but what feeling was she trying to give off? To know would be a fabulous insight into the person she really was.

Rosia was wearing a military-esque jacket and long trousers that matched in colour. It all, however, was tainted in a thin layer of dirt from the often non-exisitent roads across South Mexico. "Good! Si, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you. Will we wait out here for the rest of the leaders to arrive?"

by **Iengal** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 2:39 pm

Puertollano wrote:
Iengal wrote:" Indeed, and you must be Rosia Fernandez? " He took the anarchists hand and shook it gently. Usual custom would be to kiss her hand, but she was a bit - covered in dirt. " It seems you brought quite the convoy with you? " He looked her up and down, taking a mental note of how she stood, what she wore, and her facial expression. She was posturing just like he was, but what feeling was she trying to give off? To know would be a fabulous insight into the person she really was.

Rosia was wearing a military-esque jacket and long trousers that matched in colour. It all, however, was tainted in a thin layer of dirt from the often non-exisitent roads across South Mexico. "Good! Si, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you. Will we wait out here for the rest of the leaders to arrive?"

" That is the plan yes. And I am very glad that you could make it. " Not sure how much progress we will make with you though, Augusto thought to himself. Anarchists were not known for their pragmatism.

by **Hastiaka** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 9:29 pm

Partido de la Unidad Nacional
Our Unity is our triumph!

Cancun | Mexico del Sur

Four trucks with a red cross logo prominently displayed on their sides drove through the city, at the middle of the convoy was a modified 1924 Chrysler Model B-70; confiscated from a wealthy Castanzo regime official. Maximiliano and his security detail of twenty highly-trained soldiers wore suits while the staff wore white uniforms with a red cross logo displayed on their left breast. The trucks contained hundreds of relief packages for the people of Cancun. The PUN, being based in the wealthy Acapulco city, is blessed with having a vast resource pool for it. Tourism is slowly rising in the city as the PUN establishes a government-like institution in the province while commercial establishments have begun rebuilding itself with the help of the newly-established Unidad Trust Foundation.

Max looked upon the beautiful hacienda. He was amazed on how it survived the bloodshed. ''Commander Ricardo, do you see this? I thought the revolution was very harsh here yet this building stands. I hope everything will go perfectly.'' he quipped. As the gates of the hacienda opened, Max fixed his hair one last time before arriving. He then looked outside and saw a long line of other cars- all of Southern Mexico's partisan leaders were here. ''This day could either be a victory for Mexico, or a disaster.'' he thought to himself.

As the car parked and stopped, he opened the door and walked outside. He then saw two people talking to each other. He shook the hands of the man who might be Augusto Diaz as the other one was a girl in military uniform.

''Greetings! I'm Maximiliano Realonda, Secretary-General of the Partido Unidad Nacionalista. It's a pleasure to meet you! By the way, I brought in some trucks from Acapulco, they contain food packages for the people of Cancun. Please, think of it as a gift.'' Max said as he was shaking Diaz's hand.

by **Iengal** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 9:38 pm

Augusto shook Maximiliano's hand and smiled. " Thank you very much Mr. Realonda. These gifts will be distributed to those who need it most. Mr. Realonda, this is Ms. Fernandez. " Augusto took note of him, and his gifts. From what he could tell, this man was quite legitimate in his intentions - he felt that Realonda had promise.

by **Cuprum** » Sat Apr 15, 2017 10:50 pm

Republic of Oaxaca

The independent "Republic of Oaxaca" was proclaimed, with a government organization based on that of the United States, with Hayter elected as its first president. The members of the electoral college were the leaders of the 7 families of Hacendados who were pleased with the new goverment financial reform since it would make them richer. After he took office a proclamation was sent to all the regions of Oaxaca to ensure loyalties and protect order:

To all persons, citizens of Oaxaca, requesting them to remain at peace, and to follow their rightful occupations without fear of molestation.

The President assembled at the Fortress of Oaxaca de Juaréz gives his inviolable pledge to all persons in Oaxaca not found under arms that they shall not be disturbed in their persons, their property or social relations one to another by men under his command.

He also solemnly declares his object to be First, to defend himself and companions in arms who were invited to this country by a promise of Lands on which to settle themselves and families who were also promised a "republican government," who, when having arrived in Oaxaca were denied even the privilege of buying or renting Lands of their friends, who instead of being allowed to participate in or being protected by a "Republican Government" were oppressed by a "Military Despotism," who were even threatened, by "Proclamation" from the Chief Officer of the aforesaid Despotism, with extermination if they would not depart out of the Country, leaving all of their property, their arms and beasts of burden, and thus deprived of the means of flight or defense. We were to be driven through jungle, inhabited by hostile Indians to certain destruction. To overthrow a Government which has seized upon the property of the Missions for its individual aggrandizement; which has ruined and shamefully oppressed the laboring people of Oaxaca, by their enormous exactions on goods imported into this country; is the determined purpose of the brave men who are associated under his command.

He also solemnly declares his object in the Second place to be to invite all peaceable and good Citizens of Oaxaca who are friendly to the maintenance of good order and equal rights to assist us in establishing and perpetuating a "Republican Government" which shall secure to all: civil and religious liberty; which shall detect and punish crime; which shall encourage industry, virtue and literature; which shall leave unshackled by Fetters, Commerce, Agriculture, and Mechanism.

He further declares that he relies upon the rectitude of our intentions; the favor of Heaven and the bravery of those who are bound to and associated with him, by the principle of self preservation; by the love of truth; and by the hatred of tyranny for his hopes of success.

He further declares that he believes that a Government to be prosperous and happyfying [sic] in its tendency must originate with its people who are friendly to its existence. That its Citizens are its Guardians, its officers are its Servants, and its Glory their reward.

Under the leadership of Hayter, a group of prominent intellectuals went on to form the Oaxacan Liberal Society to continue to "promote civilization and enlightenment" through modern ethics and ideas. However, during the republic creation, political power simply moved from the military interventors to an oligarchy consisting of these leaders, mostly from the Hayter conglomerate (Francisco I. Madero, José María Pino Suárez, Robert J. Walker, James K. Polk, Milton Brown and Ephraim Foster).

The Oaxacan oligarchy that formed the government first introduced measures to consolidate their power against the remnants of the former government. The oligarchs also endeavored to abolish the divisions of society. Whatever their true intentions, the oligarchs embarked on another slow and deliberate process to reduce the influence of the high class and create a buffer middle class in an ambitious reform called the Tuxtepec Plan whose main objectives were:

- A reform in the whole tributary system satisying the U.S tax system regulations without issues and improving the state economy and competitiveness, this will reduce the state income considerably but increase the foreign investment and the working class standard of living.

- Avoid the deficit and a future bankrupt by progressively reducing the number of public employees from 50.000 to 10.000 employees, those who were fired will end relocated in the private industry, security forces or the fields owned by the hacendados to avoid unemployment.

- Improve the military, the government instituted nationwide conscription, mandating that every male would serve for four years in the armed forces upon turning 21, followed by three more years in the reserves.

The oligarchs also embarked on a series of land reforms by using empty public lands for profitable enterprises like agriculture to increase the state income and the rates of employment. Besides drastic changes to the social structure of Oaxaca, in an attempt to create a strong centralized state defining its local identity, the government established a dominant national tongue, English, which eventually became the norm in the realms of education, media, government and business in detriment of spanish and local languages which were respected but not supported.

by **Puertollano** » Sun Apr 16, 2017 1:49 pm

Once she was introduced by Augusto, she extended her hand towards to shake Max's hand.

by **Kelmet** » Sun Apr 16, 2017 8:39 pm

Iengal wrote:
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Cancun, July 28th, 1926

Augusto was nervously checking himself in the mirror for perhaps the 8th time today. He wore a navy blue suit jacket with a satin red vest over a white shirt and black tie. His hair was combed over to the side, and his mustached had been properly evened out. He was handsome, yet he kept looking over himself like nervous wreck. he was about to meet the most powerful people in South Mexico and he wanted to give a good first impression. Looking into the mirror, he straightened his tie for the 10th time. He stared his own reflection down, trying out a number of poses and squinted his eyes in numerous ways - look wise past your years - fierce!

A knock came at his door. " Sir, are you ready? " Augusto was in the guest room of an old hacienda which had been a plantation house until quite recently. Due to the secluded nature of the hacienda, and the fact it was remarkably intact considering all the violence the area had seen during the battle for Cancun, it was to be the meeting place for this Partisan gathering. Augusto looked at his reflection one last time. he straightend up his back to be as tall as possible. " Yes, I am ready. "

The entrance to the hacienda was quite magnificent - castile and moor architecture was the inspiration for the whole building. White sandstone columns, curved arch ways, and a beige coating over the entire outside. To match the beauty of the hacienda ( and the importance of the meeting ), Augusto had ensured that all guards present wore official uniforms - black poncho, black fatigues, yellow beret. The armament was quite serious as well - 1917 Lee Enfield's, Remington 10A trench busters, and a dozen 1921A American Thompson submachine guns. Anyone who may try and attack the meeting would be facing a security detail with the most advanced weaponry of the day.

The black steel front gates of the hacienda were opened, allowing in the first cars of the visiting partisan leaders. Augusto stood on the stair way leading into the hacienda - a red carpet had been laid out for the arrivals. Augusto stood by himself in the center. He felt it necessary to be the first one to greet his hopeful future partners.

As a automobile sporting small flags of the N.F.P calmly passed threw the gates of the old hacienda Carlos was finishing up a handwritten report to give to Augusto within it was the mass of details and statements making up the N.F.P's massive aid shipment to the Peoples Freedom Front. He hoped it would show his own generosity and good intentions to the well mannered socialist, As he got out of his car (Making sure his uniform was perfect and his armband was straight) he was approached by Augusto he handed him the report held out his hand to shake "Mr.Diaz , Carlos Rodriguez a pleasure to meet you."

by **Hastiaka** » Sun Apr 16, 2017 10:09 pm

Max shook Rosa's hands. Smiling, said to her; ''Awesome uniform you got there''. Max then looked at another arriving car. It was a Fascist. Max never really cared about a person's alignment in the political spectrum and so he offered his hands to the man and introduced himself after the man shook the hands of Augusto. ''Bienvenidos! I'm Maximiliano Realonda of the Partido Unidad Nacional. It's a pleasure to meet you.''

by **Iengal** » Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:04 pm

" A pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Rodriguez. And, I cannot thank you enough for the supplies which you have delivered. They will be put to good use. Now, I believe that we are waiting for only one more person. "

by **Kelmet** » Tue Apr 18, 2017 10:13 pm

Hastiaka wrote:Max shook Rosa's hands. Smiling, said to her; ''Awesome uniform you got there''. Max then looked at another arriving car. It was a Fascist. Max never really cared about a person's alignment in the political spectrum and so he offered his hands to the man and introduced himself after the man shook the hands of Augusto. ''Bienvenidos! I'm Maximiliano Realonda of the Partido Unidad Nacional. It's a pleasure to meet you.''

Firmly grasping the mans hand "Carlos Rodriguez, National fascists, same to you."

" A pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Rodriguez. And, I cannot thank you enough for the supplies which you have delivered. They will be put to good use. Now, I believe that we are waiting for only one more person. "

"I will not stand by while my countrymen suffer sir, whom are we waiting on may I ask?"

by **Iengal** » Tue Apr 18, 2017 10:17 pm

Kelmet wrote:
Hastiaka wrote:Max shook Rosa's hands. Smiling, said to her; ''Awesome uniform you got there''. Max then looked at another arriving car. It was a Fascist. Max never really cared about a person's alignment in the political spectrum and so he offered his hands to the man and introduced himself after the man shook the hands of Augusto. ''Bienvenidos! I'm Maximiliano Realonda of the Partido Unidad Nacional. It's a pleasure to meet you.''

Firmly grasping the mans hand "Carlos Rodriguez, National fascists, same to you."

" A pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Rodriguez. And, I cannot thank you enough for the supplies which you have delivered. They will be put to good use. Now, I believe that we are waiting for only one more person. "

"I will not stand by while my countrymen suffer sir, whom are we waiting on may I ask?"

" Our communist friend, Alberto Moya. Once he arrives we should be beginning our meeting. "

by **Kelmet** » Tue Apr 18, 2017 10:49 pm

Iengal wrote:
Kelmet wrote:Firmly grasping the mans hand "Carlos Rodriguez, National fascists, same to you."

"I will not stand by while my countrymen suffer sir, whom are we waiting on may I ask?"

" Our communist friend, Alberto Moya. Once he arrives we should be beginning our meeting. "

"A communist.....I see. In the meantime what are you plans here gathering us all?"

by **Krumbia** » Wed Apr 19, 2017 4:21 am

Cancun, Republic of South Mexico
28th July 1926

The road from Puebla to Cancun was not an easy one. Moya travelled the distance under armed protection - he received plenty of heartfelt thanks along the way but was more than aware that there were still plenty of people who would prefer him dead. He told Nevaraz Contreres, the Secretary of the Puebla Communist Party, essentially his right-hand man, his thoughts along the way. He was happy to work with other parties of a left-wing and liberal leaning stance. He would outright refuse to negotiate with fascists - and he knew that there were some fascist partisans. People of Castanzo’s regime that were trying to weasel their way back into power were to be ignored. He knew first hand the brutality and harshness of the regime.

In the stunning July heat, and with disruptions a plenty, the journey was tough work. But hopefully, Moya suggested, it would be worth it. Otherwise, South Mexico would be facing far more than road disruptions. They were travelling in a convoy of two Liberty trucks, formerly of the US Army and requisitioned from the defeated garrisons of Puebla and Cuernavaca. They partly wanted to keep a low profile but were also ready to defend themselves if necessary. Fortunately, it was not necessary, and they encountered no real aggressiveness on their long journey.

Originally wearing a suit, by the time the trucks arrived in Cancun, Moya had decided to strip down to a more basic outfit with his sleeves rolled up and wearing a favourite hat. Unlike Moya, the young Contreres still wore his suit. If nothing else, the pair would make an impression. They arrived behind time, owing to the length of the journey and a small error in navigation en route. The trucks trundled through the streets of Cancun before arriving at their destination: an old, but intact, hacienda. The trucks pulled up in the courtyard, and Moya jumped out. He walked over to who he assumed was Mr Diaz, the man who had sent out the original telegram. “Mr Diaz. I apologise for my tardiness. I hope we have not held you up. We all have much to discuss.”

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