Uiric War of Independence(1963-1975|Semi-Open)

[Uiri]

((OOC: Please post here if you are interested.))

The movement was growing. It was growing faster. Díenstad had been treating them better. The improvements in health care and education were astounding. Fifteen years prior, the literacy rate was a meager 15%. Now with the improvements, the literacy rate had risen to 25%. People were living longer too. The infrastructure was improving as well. Televisions were cheaper and most people had cheap television sets with colour decoders, introduced in 1960. Railways were built to cross the islands and short-haul commercial air transport allowed one to go from island to island just like the long haul air allowed one to go to Díenstad proper. Telephones were going to be introduced the following shortly as touch tones and telegraphing systems were already in place.

It was unfortunate for the Empire in War that an improved literacy rate meant that intellectuals were reading imported books, especially political ones. They soon learned of various revolutions around the world against imperialist nations and monarchies. These ideas began to fill the minds of many literate adults. It wasn't long before the Fronte Nacional od Liberta od Uiri (FNLU) was formed by Roberto Orala. They fought under the banner of nationalism and independence from Díenstad which was regarded by the movement as an imperialist war-torn weak nation.

Roberto Orala knew that the timing couldn't be more perfect for the rebellion. In the 1950's, many Uiric nationals had gone to fight in wars for Díenstad on the main land. This meant that the Imperial enemy he hated so much was weaker than ever. The first step towards rebellion was discouraging the joining of the armed forces of Díenstad. This was complete in the early '60s and the next step in Roberto's plan was to launch a massive worker's strike, essentially halting all economic activity in the colony. From that position they could demand independence.

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Posa, Uiri
9h00
May 3rd, 1963

Roberto was ready for this. He personally had no job and was funded by donations to the FNLU. He had woken up at 7h00 that day in order to broadcast across his amateur radio to his followers the plan. They would show up for work on time. They would not clock in. They would instead hold up signs saying "Liberta por Uiri" and create a picket line in front of their places of work. There would be millions of workers doing this across the country. The heart of the FNLU would be protesting in Posa Square doing the same thing as their allied workers.

Roberto was shouting to the crowd through a cone about their demands. There were at least two hundred protesters crowded into the city square. It was not long before they were taken notice of. Many unemployed by standers joined the crowd. However, it is known that at least one by stander had decided to call the police on this protest. It was likely that they used the adjective violent more than once. It would soon be made obvious to the FNLU that Díenstad did not take kindly to independence movements.

((OOC: Cue Díenstadi Police Stomp Down.))

[The Macabees]

A Capitalist look into Uiri and the “Edag d’Gur”
It can often be said that what is best for one person is also worse. This axiom applied to Uiri during the middle of the 20th century, possibly more than to anything else. The colonization of Uiri was, for the most part, positive on the evolution of Uiric society. That is, the industrialization of the islands and the expansion of capital ultimately benefited the worker, as much as it benefited the owners of the factories. The masses which had immigrated into the islands of Uiri, whether they were brought by the trade companies themselves (prior to industrialization) or whether they immigrated after the original colonies were established, had no doubt benefited immensely. Otherwise, they would have never come. They were offered better wages, allowing them to divide their labor; indeed, higher wages means less hours, which means more spare time to do other things. This incredible growth in human liberty, brought about undeniably by the wonders of capitalism, proved to be their bane. There was an increase in literacy, since workers could afford to send their children to school. This brought about, in general, an increase in the mean level of education amongst the working population. It would logically follow that the literates would use their newfound capabilities to read a wide array of literature, including (unfortunately) Communist, Anarchist and other texts of similar kin. Given that education does not necessarily equate with intelligence, or understanding of reality, this increased radicalism and introduced violent, collectivist movements. Capitalism, in the end, was working against itself.

However, the problems which beset Uiri and the Macabee Kingdom (what remained of the First Empire, at this time) could hardly only be blamed on “literacy” and “Capitalism” (if one could blame it on these at all). The First Empire was hardly a benevolent ruler, despite whatever increases in wealth there were during its reign over the islands. There were frequent violent military operations against striking workers. Unions were completely disallowed, meaning that workers who were genuinely attempting to right wrongs bestowed upon them by their employers were often killed. The society under which the people of Uiri lived could hardly truly be called Capitalistic. So, although what Capitalism did exist definitely did help the people, ultimately was the mercantilism and tyranny of the First Empire, and the subsequent Macabee Kingdom, which truly committed the damage and truly catalyzed revolution on the islands. In other words, it was the retardation of progress which disallowed Uiric society from choosing the correct ideology to follow. Or, the Uiric worker’s condition was not allowed to better itself to the extent at which true Capitalism allowed it to. Instead, it was retarded by oppression and vain attempts at economic centralization. And so, it was very difficult for a common worker to quantify the advantages of Capitalism, in regards to a clearly visible improvement in the quality of his lifestyle. As a result, the “quick fix” promised by Capitalists and other left-wing extremists were very desirable. It was understandable, really, if a bit unfortunate. And, a rise of the left-wing could only be met with a rise in the right-wing.

And so, the situation in Uiri devolved into a vicious circle. Rising left-wing tendencies led to an increase in the frustration in the right-wing, and the Capitalist ground was abandoned. Of course, some of the right-wing hid under the guise of Capitalism, but were truly supporting mercantilism. And, with the coming of industrialization and the massive influx of the “lower class”, ideological power ultimately shifted to the left. Not all workers were Communists or Anarchists, true. There were a great deal of Constitutionalists, and Democrats, but these were a “silent minority”. For the most part, Uiri was becoming a breeding ground of extremists, and this was likely to end up in violence (and it eventually would). Anti-government (Imperial government, explicitly) movements were met by increasingly large amounts of government force, sparking an upsurge in the right-wing in politics. The situation was very much turning into a class war and with no democratic system it seemed unlikely that it would diffuse with a proper representation of ideals and of the people. Instead, it seemed as if the only way people could voice their opinions was through outright revolution. Uiri during the 1950s was a Uiri of instability, government oppression and the beginning of a revolutionary movement which was bound to fight for the independence of “their country”. It was a like a cycle which tended to happen in every country where similar circumstances were in effect. The ultimate effect was the general impoverishment of the population, which was the complete opposite of the intended effect. But, it was how things were.

Possibly, the best known Uiric revolutionary was Roberto Orala. Although not prohibitively Socialist or Communist, Orala fought under the façade of Uiric nationalism, and anti-Imperialism. He had formed the “Uiric National Liberation Front” (UNLF; Fronte Nacional od Liberta of Uiri) in the mid-1940s, and the movement quickly gained strength. Its membership soared to over a hundred thousand radicals by the early 1950s, and by the early 1960s it was the predominate un-official resistance party to the Macabee Kingdom. Orala, to the Kingdom, was a dangerous man, and he had been incarcerated multiple times. At one point, he had been exiled to a prison in the mainland, but he had escaped and returned to Uiri. Now, his own people protected him from persecution. It was becoming obvious that the Macabee occupation force was losing its power, and that the local militant parties were gaining the ability to defy them. The stage for revolution was set. The probability of a victorious revolution had shifted to the Uiric people, given that since 1898 the First Empire had split into a large number of different States, all of them vying for sovereignty and total control over the prior unified territories of the First Empire of the Golden Throne. Although the Macabee Kingdom emerged as the only “true” successor of the First Empire (as it was ruled by the Macabee kings, who were the only dynasty to have ever ruled over the First Empire), it was possibly the new State is the worst possible position to put down a rebellion. The Macabee Kingdom was waging war on multiple fronts, and could hardly contribute the necessary amount of personnel to put down a full scale revolution.

As aforementioned, the stage was set…

Posa, Uiri: The Shot Heard Around the Country

The strong-armed thug nodded his head as Díeg Gerlo gave him his instructions. Díeg Carlo had, himself, been instructed by his superiors in “corporate”. Their instructions were explicit. He was to break up the strike in order to allow for new workers to replace those on strike. Since the picketers would not break up voluntarily, Gerlo was to use force. As a result, Díeg Gerlo had hired this strong-man, and his team of “private security”, to do the dirty work. Gerlo sure hoped that this would work; otherwise, he’d be forced to call the provincial governor, who would have to send the troops in. For the most part, the local government wanted to avoid being pinpointed as the center of the “oppression against the Uiric worker”, but if it had no choice it would intervene. Regardless, the situation at hand called for action. Corporate was ready to bus replacement workers in, who would work for the original wages. And so, Gerlo gave his orders, “Your job is to create a corridor. Use as much violence as necessary. The replacements must not be harmed by the crowd.”

The “strong-armed thug” mentioned earlier was Festern Mien. He was nothing else than a mercenary, who led a small company of another two hundred or so individuals, who contracted themselves out for different types of “missions”. He was frequently hired by factories to break strikes, and he had become a legend in his field of work. He was dressed fit for his line of work. He and his men did not carry firearms, since those tended to lead to undesirable situations where they would ultimately lose demand for their service, since it would be seen as “too extreme”. Instead, he carried a riot stick, smoke grenades and a machete on his back (just in case). He was dressed in some sort of fatigues, as were the rest of his troop, and he looked like the kind of man that enjoyed a good round of violent fighting. He answered Gerlo with a one-liner, “Yea, boss.”

“Go deploy outside the factory gates. My men will let you out when the time is right. The replacement workers are on their way.”

And so, the thugs deployed to their positions, waiting for the time to begin the breakup of the strike. As they amassed outside of the gates, they could see the strike turning more and more violent. Roberto Orala had organized the strike himself, as an attempt to spread instability within the country. He could be heard through the crowd, and he was making many men inside the factory nervous. He was a revolutionary, and a violent activist, and many feared that this would soon blow up beyond the size that they could properly control. If this was true, they would need more than a handful of armed thugs to protect the new workers and the factory grounds. Fester Mien was looking at the events unfold, and he looked back at his men. This seemed like it would be the most difficult strike he would have to breakup in his entire career as a private “security guard” (mercenary). He unfolded his bear-sized arms, and took out his riot club. Showing his teeth, he sneered at the crowd and dragged the club across the metal railings which made up the fence which separated factory property and the striking workers. Easy to say, Mien was not interested in making friends. And so, the situation slowly escalated, as the thugs taunted the crowd, and the crowd taunted back.

Suddenly, one could hear the noise of large engines at a distance. The busses were coming! The strikers quickly turned their attention to the new objects appearing down the road. They knew very well who occupied those busses. Replacement workers were not the most liked beings, and it was only logical that they would be targeted violently. But, that would justify a violent reaction by the hands of the factory owners themselves. And so, it was guaranteed that there would be bloodshed. To make matters worse, the city’s police had set up camp about a kilometer away from the strike site, with police officers looking over the crowds. If things truly got out of hand they would make the situation even worse by directly partaking in the suppression of the strike. And, at this rate, such action was bound to happen.

Mien saw the gates open before him, and he looked at his men and growled, “Let’s do this!”

The strikers had split off into two groups. One group stayed at the gates, to block the busses, and another, smaller group which had begun to pelt the busses with rocks and Molotov cocktails. With a vengeance, Mien threw himself into the crowd, beating men and women alike with his riot control club. He, and the rest of his men, had covered their faces with gas masks, and they were using it to their advantage, crippling their victims with gas grenades. One could barely see as the fighting continued, but Mien and his men made their way to the end of the crowd and opened a corridor within minutes. Mien himself managed to get out of what had turned into a pure riot, directing the busses towards the corridor. These had picked up speed, trying to avoid being hit by a lethal Molotov cocktail. In the mean time, the police had begun to open fire with rubber bullets on those attacking the busses, and it had forced the strikers to dissipate. Fragmented glass, twisted metal and dust-covered debris littered the streets, and punctured the bodies of workers, replacement workers and armed guards alike, turning what was at one point a semi-peaceful strike ground into a war zone.

As the busses were guided onto factory grounds, Mien and his men slowly backed into the gated complex. Their job was done, although they would stick around in case their services were still needed. The police, outside, continued to clash with the strikers, forcing them into a clustered area, in an attempt to bring the situation under control. The strike, for today, had been broken. As the workers left for their dear lives, one could see the mangled bodies of some victims who did not deserve death. They had been beaten beyond the point their body could endure the abuse, or they had been killed by the flying debris. It was truly a social debacle, and it would be one with repercussions.

Perhaps the factory would have labor for the time being, but Robert Orala was handed the moral victory he needed to launch his much-awaited popular revolution…

[Ursava]

OOC: Macabees, if you do the history book-style recap again feel free to mention KGB involvement from the USSR-controlled Ursava branch because the democratic government which took over years later would undoubtedly declassify these files.


Strike Leader and Major Cseke Gyarmathy watched in silence as the water passed by around the ship as 1st Lieutenant Attila Simka, a Senior Agent, leaned on the rail while exuding a bored air about him, which wasn't hard as neither he nor the Major himself were strangers to the dangers presented by infiltration when such situations were developing in country. That was exactly why 2nd Lieutenant Endre Lendvai and 2nd Lieutenant Tibor Smit, both Agents, weren't even on the same boat or even the same part of the map. They were coming from a different port that was a little less guarded...Major Gyarmathy would never say it to their faces but he didn't trust them to keep their calm given the predicted security of the port Cseke and Attila were headed for. Cseke pulled a cigarette out from a pack in his nearby travel bag that rested by his feet and placed the gold aluminum piece (it covered the filter and stopped nicotine-stained lips) tightly between his teeth before pulling out a matte-black colored lighter which he flicked on to reveal the golden flame. Soon light puffs of smoke drifted up to the sky and Attila, who didn't like smoking too much, sighed as he saw the island standing on the horizon. The ship slowly approached the port.

[Uiri]

"Jesus," Roberto said to himself as the violence unfolded before him and then shouted into the megaphone, "They can't replace us! We are the labourers! Without us, they have nothing!"

He wished that he could believe that. It was clear though. They were busing in replacement workers. The one thing that could have foiled his plan. The violence shown by the authorities was unprecedented though. The protest was also of an unprecedented size but Roberto didn't take that into consideration. He realized that his plan had effectively gone as horribly as it could have. There was only one logical thing for him to do - run! Roberto took off as soon as the protest turned into a riot. What they were doing was inhumane and would help him rally support for an all out guerrilla war but at the same time if he was captured Uiri would never see independence, or it would be because of foreign interference.

There was no left-wing movement. It was a bunch of potheads talking about how they would make the country better. They never bothered to take action like Roberto, although in order to make their drug sentences longer they were convicted of 'political activism'. They did believe in, as Roberto called it, 'that commie crap', but they were too lazy or high or both to take any action. They didn't even have jobs for the most part so it was obvious to Roberto why they believed in communism because they didn't see what holds people to jobs under the current system which would be different under communism. This was something which was also an enemy of the FNLU.

As Roberto fled he not only heard the destruction but smelt it. The smoldering metal, the rotting flesh and the gas. It was a smell he would smell many times over the next twelve years during the guerrilla war. He would smell a lot of smells over the next twelve years but at the time of the escaping from what would later referred to as the Posa Riot of 1963 due to the magnificent scope of the riot, he was only thinking about the next five years. He knew how weak the imperialist government was and it would soon surprise him with its strength. It was the factor of asymmetric warfare which he had not taken into account and it could have been his downfall was it not for the events of June 1963.

[Ursava]

OOC: Edited, I'll let you control port security if you want them to check passengers and such.

[The Macabees]

Colhi, Uiri: Immigration
"No, m'am, you have to get into that line," Maranet Ceroli pointed at the inoculation line behind her. Maranet was in charge of dividing the immigrants coming through her particular station in the port of Colhi, on the Eastern tip of Alientej,¹ and one of her most important tasks was deciding who had to be inoculated. Immigrants that were perceived to be sick had to go through the medical line, in order to be hastily tested and then seen by a doctor if they needed it. It was to avoid an influx of disease from people who had spent the last weeks, or perhaps even months, at sea. Many suffered from malnutrition, showing it in their gums, bones and skin, and others were infected by viruses or bacteria. It was quite sad, but there was little the Macabee government could do, other than process them through different lines and see to their medical needs. Even this, however, was quite an exaggeration, since this "medical attention" was short, and largely less than what was actually necessary. It was estimated that a large fraction of immigrant deaths was due to disease that had been caught prior to entry into Uiri. But, the state could hardly afford mass medical insurance for the immigrants; these stations had to do with what they had. If the immigrants were lucky enough to find work, most of the time their employers would see to their health, as their employers had little interest in having workers die (new workers cost money to train).

Maranet sighed as the woman she was processing did not cooperate. The woman did not seem to understand Díenstadi, so Maranet hastily pointed to where the woman should be going. Finally, she moved to the line and stood there. Maranet turned and saw two Slavic-looking fellows standing together in line. She signaled for the first man to approach her and she said, "Paperwork?"

The man shook his head, she looked around and then said, "Ok, guy, how are you feeling? Anything I should know about? Open your mouth."

She inspected him a bit, seeing if he was generally healthy. She didn't see anything and so she pointed towards another line, "Go over there. Welcome to the country. They will give you the paperwork necessary to find a job."

The next man stepped up and Maranet pushed him back, "Hey, look guy, I'll tell you when to come up, alright?" The man nodded and Maranet continued, "Just follow your friend."

It wasn't as easy as that. They would be stuck in the immigration station for at least forty-eight hours, as they waited for their work papers. There were thousands of people being processed every day, and it took some time to get to each person. In the mean time, they would sleep in the rooms in the station, with hundreds of other people. It was unsanitary, inhumane and depressing, but it was what was there. The immigrants could either put up, or they would not have a chance to find a job within the Uiric territories. And, for an immigration policy so obsessed with disease, this proved to be the most lethal time for any immigrant. In rooms where hundreds of people slept on the floor, disease spread like wildfire. Lethal sicknesses caught during the processing time was also another leading cause of death amongst immigrants. But, the guards which ran the stations did not care. They had to deal with hundreds of thousands of people. The dead were just a number that nobody even could fathom. There was little love for the immigrant, except as cheap labor.

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Notes:
1. Alientej is the central island (the one that looks like Cuba), where Colhi and Pusa are.

[Ursava]

Major Cseke Gyarmathy smiled as his 1st Lieutenant was checked through without anything seeming to alert the young woman, but had to resist an out-of-character scowl as the young woman shoved him in the chest. Alas, there was nothing he could do as he passed his papers over...except they weren't his papers. He was not the former Ursavian police officer, Imre Szabados. The lady accepted the papers seemingly without alarm as she then checked him and pointed him to the appropriate line where he once more stood beside Lieutenant Attila Simka and watched the other immigrants as they were slowly filed to where they needed to be...and soon found himself in a room too cramped for it;s current numbers with his Lieutenant sitting on a chair while the Major himself leaned against the wall and watched the people around him...waiting for night-fall when he and his Lieutenant would contemplate the idea of sneaking out...if they thought it was at all possible. If security was easy enough to avoid, or at least if they thought it would be, they each had second sets of forged papers with different names from the one they had given the woman but until that time Cseke found a chair, brought it by his Lieutenant, and stayed awake while his Lieutenant slept. They would swap as the sun began to fall and then debate the move.

[Uiri]

The plan was set. They would open the guerrilla war with something which they would never see coming until it was too late. The nation of Ursava had been kind enough to supply them with the weapons. Of course, these foreigners could not be relied upon to accept their nationalistic ideology. In fact, the chances were that their operatives’ missions were dual-purpose. Arm the FNLU and a new, communist faction, created by their propaganda. The FNLU had no choice but to suck it up and accept the weapons. They were cheap after all. The guerrillas couldn’t expect much better prices. The public opinion had turned in favour of the FNLU due to the ‘moral’ victory handed to Roberto who had not been there long enough to witness the Molotov cocktails.

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Posa, Alintej
Uiri
June 28, 1963

It was night time. They were guerrillas. They would give them hell. The attack would go smoothly. The patrol went through the alley way to return to the station after their patrol was over. The guerrillas would attack at the most terrifying time for them. Right when they were in the middle of the alleyway. Two men wearing fibre-reinforced plastic would enter from behind the two officers and shoot them down. One would have a PK. The other would have a SVT-40. It would be unexpected and that would be it. It would seem like a totally random act of violence against authority. No one would be able to blame anyone for the deaths.

The targets were on purpose too. These two were particularly counter-revolutionist. ‘Pure’ Díenstadi it was definitely in their best interest for the revolution to be put down. This sent a subtle message. That the ethnic Díenstadi had reason to fear for their lives if they did not support the revolution. While terrorist in nature, Roberto referred to his tactic as liberating the people. There was an opposite message sent to the civilians who were supporting the FNLU. We shall attack without warning and disappear before anyone can trace us to anything.

It was obvious and predictable that Roberto would deny any FNLU involvement in the seemingly random killing of two police officers. Unofficial sources however said that this was the opening of the Uiric War of Independence or the Uiric Insurrection, depending on which side eventually came out the winner. In fact, Roberto’s right hand man said that the bullets and rimmed casings they found would be found multiple more times in the future. It was just a matter of time before they were found again and more police officers were dead; adding that this is only an opinion and doesn’t suggest FNLU involvement and that it’s just the way things are and extra security isn’t a symptom rather than a solution.

[The Macabees]

Radio chatter was quiet tonight, as the police squad car cruised down one of Posa's smaller streets. With the violence that had erupted in what was now known as the "Posa Massacre" the police were more so on the edge than they would have been otherwise. As a result, calls for "petty crimes" were largely pushed aside and dealt with by other police assets, while the majority of the field officers were redistributed to best respond to a crisis. But, for once, the radios were nearly silent. This gave officers Darsí Fernán and Georg Rest a much needed respite, given that they had been running around the city the previous day responding to calls of riots, strikes and general violence. Not surprisingly, most of these were fake calls. So, to offer themselves a little bit of rest, they decided to take today easy and drop their guard a bit. And so, they cruised around the worker's slums of Posa, scouting for trouble. The slums was the most depressing place of the city. It was where all the factory workers lived their lives. Although the houses were not shacks and they were not deficient, they were nothing like the middle class neighborhoods of the city. Instead, some houses were run down, others were missing windows, doors, et cetera. The slums' streets were always filled with beggars, asking for money after they had lost their jobs at the factory (with an excess of labor, managers found that they could fire workers that did not produce as much as others could), and those who could afford it were often nice enough to host communal dinners. They cooked simple soups for all to eat. There was not a lack of food, per sé, but it was simply more cozy and communal to eat together. That said, the people of the neighborhood were more or less united. There would be animosity between the "newcomers" (replacement workers) and the "old guard", but this type of belligerence was not long lasting. Everyone soon realized that they were truly all "in the same boat", so to speak. It was more productive to work together.

Georg Rest and Darsí Fernán were "pure Díenstadis". They were part of a minority that descended straight from colonists from the mainland Empire. Actually, these two had immigrated to the islands in hopes for higher wages. They had been police officers in the city of Macabea, but they were looking for a "deployment" that was not to the actual front.¹ This was offered as Uiri, where there was a need of "pure Díenstadi" police officers. This had brought about a resentment between the mix races of Uiri and "the law", and had cultured a class war between them. Indeed, pure Díenstadis were regarded as bourgeoisie, regardless of their actual economic status. It wasn't as much of a class war, as it was a race war. But, the difference in social standing clearly divided the pure Díenstadi population from the rest. And, it was unfortunate for them, as Díenstadis only made up roughly three percent of Uiri's total population. In any case, the fact also made being a police officer cruising through the slums that much more dangerous. But, so far, the two had never ran into real trouble in this neighborhood, and there was no reasons for them to suspect of anything tonight. Everything seemed pretty calm.

Darsí looked at his watch and then turned to his partner to say, "I think it's time to go back to the station. Let's get out of this waste dump." Georg nodded and took a left at the next street. Shortly thereafter, he turned the wheel again to take a left into an alley way. Darsí asked, "Where does this go?"

"Shortcut," responded Georg. "This will take us to General Rikard [Avenue]."

And so, the squad car began to navigate its way through the alley. Due to the width of the street, the automobile moved rather slowly. But, the two police officers continued to look forward. They did not expect what was about to happen, at all. There was a pile of rocks strewn across the middle of the path, and Georg tisked and said, "What the hell?"

Darsí waved it away, "Screw it, just go over them."

When Georg did as told, the two officers heard a loud pop. Their tire had been cut by the rocks. Looking at his partner, George sarcastically said, "Great idea, Darsí. You go change the damn tire!."

His partner curled his mouth and said, "Just get out there and help me."

As they both opened their doors and got out of the car, two armed and masked men came from behind them, guns blazing. Georg had a bullet perforate his chest, destroying his heart and killing him nearly instantly. Darsí was hit in the legs, torso and abdomen, forcing him to the ground and to a slow, painful death. But, he was done a favor and the gunmen shot him in the head to guarantee his death. Bullets riveted the squad car, puncturing the steel frame and doors and shattering the windows. As if to add insult to injury, the two gunmen lit a Molotov cocktail each and set the car alight. The light radiating from the squad car would be visible from down the street, and no doubt other police officers would soon come to claim their dead.

The following days would be filled with accusations and negations, but whoever did this was irrelevant. It was obvious that there was soon to come a new age of violence and upheaval in Uiri.

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Notes:
1. It's important to remember that the mainland has fractured into a multitude of kingdoms, and is at virtual civil war.

[Ursava]

It was night now, the bewitching hour that all agents found a loving fondness for. Major Cseke Gyarmathy couldn't help but smile as he and Lieutenant Attila Simka looked at the sleeping masses around them before Cseke's grin faded at the thought of what was to come. They hadn't carried firearms in to the country with them, fearing that somebody might come across the devices and start getting suspicious. They had brought knives and fiber-wire but that couldn't really help a person much when it came to a gun fight. Cseke stood up from where he had sat on the chair and rubbed his back before slowly moving between the poeple who all laid asleep. Attila followed closelt behind and Cseke slowly pushed open the door and looked both ways down the hall as if he was about to step out in to the street and when he found it satisfyingly clear he moved out the door and Attila shut it silently behind them as they moved. Once they were out it was a simply matter of moving through a few halls with almost nobody to spot them and thankfully nobody had to face Cseke or Attila's blade. Once outside in the darkness the two men slipped from the harber with relative ease, in to the darkness. Their first step would be to meet up with Roberto and make sure everything with the weapons was going okay...and then their own part of the plan would come in to play in this vile country.

[Uiri]

Roberto had agreed to meet with these shady characters. He knew that the full blown war of independence would require weapons. The ease of manufacturing these weapons and their ammunition would be important. The SVT-40 and PK both fit this. Their ammunition also fit the bill - the 7.62x54mm rimmed. The Dragunov Sniper Rifle was not necessarily easy to manufacture, but their limited numbers wouldn't make that a problem. Their ammunition was the same as their other weapons. This would simplify logistics, which as Roberto knew, would simplify the war. The magazines for the SVT-40 and the SVD were even interchangeable. These weapons would become the mainstay of the rebels and it wouldn't be long before they would be prevented from entering the country. This was why Roberto had a plan for if this happened.

Roberto knew that in order to ensure that in order to fight the Díenstadi Military effectively guerrilla and terrorist tactics would be necessary. The rain forest was obviously better suited to such tactics. In order to draw out the military forces, the head quarters would have to be moved. There were some dirt roads which led out to rural settlements. There was no way that the guerrillas would be using those roads. They would make their way north through the jungle and set up an encampment at Tòrio Ila. This would then become the headquarters for all of their operations and it would be of key importance to the success of the campaign in order to capture the whole island. Once a proper headquarters was set up with enough people and supplies until the rainy season¹ the second phase of the sustainable guerrilla warfare plan would initiate.

They would convince these shady characters to set up a weapons factory on Tòrio Ila. With a factory set up, all that would be needed would for supplies ships to dock in the harbour. They would call their encampments Tòrio, after the island they were situated on. The plan seemed perfect. Vetalia would be able to provide essential supplies, including the materials necessary to manufacture their arms. Not only that but they would be hidden among shipments of other things and any checks would likely yield perfectly normal supplies. There were, of course, drawbacks to being headquartered on an island. Boats would be important to launch attacks on the mainland. It was possible for the Díenstadi army might try to attack the HQ on the island. The island was large enough to support a lot of people who would all be expected to take up arms and drive back any invaders once the uninhabited island was captured. The island was big enough to be self-sustaining for a while.

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Posa, Alintej
Uiri
Jun 12 1963

As stated above, Roberto had agreed to meet with some shady characters. His journey to the meeting place – a small diner in the poor parts of town – was uneventful except for the fact that it was a particularly windy day and he and his two ‘friends’ who were with him for security reasons saw some of the other revolutionaries. Conscious that people may be watching, they gave the least noticeable signs of acknowledgement, which were in turn acknowledged in an inconspicuous fashion. The group was walking towards the diner in an effort to be more like the common person in this area of town. A vehicle would be noticed right away, and a civilian vehicle doing anything but passing through would be a very strange sight to see – at least for the local populace. Traffic lights for automobiles and bicycles were in place but pedestrian signals were all but non-existent. Roberto and his men had to be very careful when they crossed the street to the diner.

The diner itself was pretty run down. The neon sign saying diner had the e missing and the owners obviously hadn’t bothered to fix the sign, instead the nickname dinr stuck to the eatery. The walls looked old and mouldy, being an off-white colour and the floors of the interior were made of tiles. The counter with fixed stools was the first thing one saw when one entered but there were booths off to either side. The counter-top was a green-blue and the seats were red. There were various decorations on high on the walls and on the ceiling. The diner looked like a ‘50s one but still retained some of the original flair of the ‘20s – ‘40s style diners. A man sitting behind the counter greeted Roberto and his men. Roberto asked for a booth at the back. The man obliged and seated them.

“K’ser² ?” the man inquired. Roberto explained that they were waiting for some friends and requested to have them pointed their way when they walked into the diner.

“Certamen³ ,” replied the man.



¹ lasts from November to mid-April
² contraction popularly used by merchants wondering what the customer is looking for/is ordering. Translates as "What will it be?"
³ Uiric Creole for Certainly.

[Ursava]

The streets were quiet and Major Cseke Gyarmathy couldn't have been happier as he walked down a sidewalk seemingly without a care in the world. Sure he seemed out of place. a 6'0 Slavic-looking man in faded jeans, worn shoes, and slicked-back black hair...just like any other new person to the country who had yet to adopt the look. Cseke wasn't at the diner yet, and wouldn't be for a few moments. Instead it was 1st Lieutenant Attila Simka with his adopted look that approached the front door. Messy black hair, faded jeans, a plain t-shirt, and old hiking boots. He pushed through the door rather casually and didn't look around like an amature agent might have, instead he simply began walking towards the counter. Approaching an empty seat, he casually sat down and looked up at the man behind the counter. Since in many other areas of the world casually. He then simply lit up with a plain Zippo lighter while he waited for what would happen next. In his patient waiting he took the time to examine the place, noticing the group of three locals up by the counter as well but didn't take much notice of them...or so it would seem to the average person.

[Uiri]

It was obvious that the man who had walked into the diner was either not from around here or Díenstadi. By the way he acted it was determined that he was foreign as no Díenstadi in his right mind would act so casually. Roberto knew that his ‘friends’ would be foreign. The chance that it was some random foreigner who would end up ruining the war couldn’t be taken. One of Roberto’s men, Emanuel, stood up and walked towards the stranger. He was over 1.8 m tall and about 80 kg. More Nagri¹ than Díenstadi; his hair was in dreadlocks. Due to the fact that he was unarmed he walked towards the stranger at the bar and sat down next to him. After ordering a Coral beer he waited to see the foreigner’s response to fluent Uiric Creole. It was possible that the he didn’t understand either Díenstadi or Uiric Creole.

The operator of the diner asked the Ursavan after serving Emanuel, “K’ser?”

¹ Black

[Ursava]

OOC: I don't stand a chance in hell in understanding obviously enough.

Attila looked up at the bartender, looked to the man beside him, and then took a longer drag on his cigarette for a few moments before speaking with a light voice, but clearly not local.

"Вы имеете водку, сэр?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Attila hadn't had a good taste of vodka since he had set foot on the accursed boat that took him to the country. If the bartender had one, he would be the man's best friend...or at least the closest an agent could come to that. He took another drag on the cigarette while looking over at the other man, not dedicating his whole head but quite obviously eyeing him up. Attila had faced larger men in training...or at least the same size...or at least somewhere close. Attila didn't like the idea of facing the man in such a public place, his being unarmed having little effect on the decision.

[Uiri]

A carefully co-ordinated large scale attack was a very difficult thing to plan as Robeto Orala soon learnt. The planning had to be done just right for a failure in one part could bring the whole thing tumbling down upon him. If they ran out of ammunition the first thing which would happen would be the death of some of his supporters. This would lower morale which had never been higher than now; when they were planning the operation. The next thing would be an unexpected pocket of resistance. This would spread out until it was exterminated at what would likely be a great cost or until they were exterminated which would mean that he would have to start from square one and in a different city which would ultimately be less effective.

Uiric warfare was the body of tactics being employed by Roberto and thus it was entirely written by him. It had a few basic rules. The first rule of Uiric warfare was never be killed from the inside out. The first exception to Uiric warfare is surrounding enemies by outflanking them. The second rule of Uiric warfare was taking no prisoners. The second exception to Uiric warfare was taking important people prisoner to levy morale and taking women and children prisoners in order to appear noble.

The first part of the operation would be a simultaneous attack on all the police stations in the city. They would need to know how many officers, the armaments and who the important officers were. If they could kill the boss of the whole station, the likelihood of the police ultimately surrendering to them would better. They would need all enemies dead or pacified before the simultaneous execution of those pacified would take place.

The second part would take place at the same time as the first and would consist of a simultaneous attack on all patrol cars. This would require even more planning as they would need to know exactly where the car is at exactly when the attack is supposed to happen. A delay by the car would likely cause a mistimed attack so they would need to do more than synchronise their watches and look for the time to attack. They’d need a visual clue. After the car is riddled with bullets and the police in it, likely only one or two officers although perhaps three if they are being cautious, are dead the car is available for taking.

The third part would be the final piece of co-ordinated clockwork. The various roads leading out of the city would have to be blocked. They couldn’t dig in and they didn’t have the materials to build any form of bunkers. They’d do it the old fashioned way with bits and pieces of anything which would obstruct a vehicle and make the driver get out of his or her car and wonder why this stuff is in there in the first place. Assuming the driver is alone, he or she would be shot and the vehicle stolen. If the driver has company they’d step out and say, as if very official and government like, that violence is going on in the city and it is not safe for civilians.

The car would be taken to a pre-determined location for removal of connection with police although most of the guerrillas agreed that bullets holes look pretty kick ass and would save on costs. They would essentially be re-painted and then put into use by the forces. A car which isn’t even armoured is no match for any other kind of vehicle but it is better than being on foot and can offer some sort of protection to its occupants. It would also let the neighbourhood know who is large and in charge – them.

The next phase would be the most difficult though. They would have to attempt to enter the government buildings and win. This could only happen once they had the city secure and the only possible resistance were these precise buildings. The only problem would be if the security guards realized that something was wrong and tried to help out some of the police. They could be easily outflanked and then the jig would be up, game over. They would have to be insured for this type of thing. It was decided that they would have various snipers set up just before the attack was scheduled to begin. They would be armed with Dragunov sniper rifles and it would be unlikely that they fire a single shot. They were insurance against a worst case scenario.

Once everything else was complete, whoever was left from the attacks on police would go to one of various assigned buildings, such as courts, legislatures and executive buildings. They would be assigned to enter a specific entrance to the building. Nothing would be left open. The only option would be for them to fight through the soldiers entering one or multiple entrances and escape through there. Snipers would still be watching though and that would hopefully give the enemies a drop in morale.

It would be a bloody affair but it was necessary in order to solidify control over the city. No one from the government would be left alive; especially the Díenstadi officials. They were the most hated of all and it was seen as noble to essentially commit genocide against them. Ironically, it was in the name of freedom and they truly saw that with the removal of what would later be termed by some as apartheid, they would become truly free.

They had no idea what they were getting themselves into.

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A young Hugo Santos was prepared. He was about Roberto’s age but he had more fervour and it would take him a little while longer to climb the ranks through the party but in a mere 20 years’ time he would be making decisions which would be shaping the future of the country. Armed with nothing but his street clothes, his lucky hat and a SVT-40 he was in the middle of a pack attacking a police station.

Not far away a younger man named Alexandre Esteves was also ready to attack. He was in sniping position and was watching for any movement. His sole objective was to eliminate the threat of the government proper and eventually he would become the leader of what would take its place, just like Roberto Orala and Hugo Santos and the few others who held such privileged positions in the leadership of the soon-to-be República.

The first shot was fired by the Uiric rebels.

[Uiri]

Uiric Declaration of Independence

WE, the people of Posa in representation of the wider nation of Uiri, declare that Uiri shall no longer be bonded unfairly and without liberty to the Kingdom of the Macabees which has been enveloped in war on the mainland and has thus failed to properly take care of the Uiric nation.

The Uiric nation shall thus be recognized as a sovereign state and shall take a name more fitting of a sovereign state and shall have an executive to take care of the day to day running of the nation, a legislature to determine the laws of the nation and a system of Justice and Law to enforce those laws and enact punishment upon those person(s) found guilty of failing to abide by the laws of the Uiric nation on Uiric territory.

This Declaration shall guarantee the following to every Uiric citizen on the condition they abide by the laws of the Uiric nation:

-The right to the choose one’s own religion

-The right to think, believe, speak and express one’s self freely without censorship

-The right to assemble peacefully and to associate with other citizens freely

- Universal male suffrage for those over the age of 15

-The right to enter, remain in, take up residence in, leave, and work in the territories possessed by the Uiric nation

-The right to life and liberty

-The right to security of one’s person and security against unreasonable search and seizure.

-The right not to be arbitrarily arrested, detained, or imprisoned

-The right to be treated fairly under the law

-The right to avoid incriminating one’s self


An Uiric citizen is someone who either:

(a) was born on Uiric soil before the date said land became territory of the Uiric nation
(b) someone whose parents were Uiric citizens at the time of their birth

The Uiric nation shall do a census of the people of its territory and issue proof of citizenship to those found to possess Uiric citizenship.
The Uiric nation is at war with the Kingdom of the Macabees until a peace treaty is concluded giving the Uiric nation all land which belongs to the Uiric nation.