A Communist Conspiracy in a Tropical Paradise [IC][OPEN]

by **Hintuwan** » Fri Jun 09, 2023 9:16 am

Ministry of Defense, Commonwealth of Hintuwan
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE | 2023 | June 9th

The Ministry of Defense urgently notifies all citizens and foreign visitors about a critical security situation unfolding in the heart of the city of Van Hoorn, La Paz Governorate. Recent intelligence reports and inquiries made in response to an unusually heightened number of attacks on civilians in the region have led to the uncovering of a grave threat posed by the Communist Party of Hintuwan (CPH) which has infiltrated some areas of the city with the intent of carrying out acts of terrorism.

The CPH is a highly organized and well-trained group that embraces a radical communist ideology. Their mission is to undermine the democratic principles and stability of Hintuwan through acts of violence and destruction. These extremists are determined to create a state of fear and discord, disrupting the peaceful fabric of our nation.

In light of the current situation, I have already ordered all police units and our personnel to be alert on possible CPH attacks in their respective AORs (Areas of Responsibility). I also expect police commanders to intensify the monitoring and intelligence-gathering against this communist armed group. Military battalions are also on standby in order to supplement local law enforcement units in the event of any further escalations.

Intelligence reports paint a chilling picture of their sinister plans. The CPH intends to target prominent government buildings, critical infrastructure, and symbols of national pride. Their aim is to sow chaos, incite unrest, and spread their radical communist ideology among our populace.

To counter this imminent threat, the Ministry of Defense, in collaboration with our national security agencies, is beginning preparations for Operation Southern Sentinel. This comprehensive operation will involve increased surveillance, intelligence sharing, and the deployment of elite counter-terrorism units across strategic locations within the city as well as the surrounding areas.

In light of this heightened security alert, all citizens and visitors are strongly urged to adhere to the following precautions:

Heightened Vigilance: Maintain a high level of vigilance and report any suspicious activities or individuals to the authorities immediately. Promptly notify the Hintuwani Emergency Response Hotline if you come across any potential threats.
Enhanced Security Measures: Expect increased security presence, including checkpoints, random screenings, and augmented surveillance throughout the city. Cooperate fully with security personnel and follow their instructions without hesitation.
Avoid High-Risk Areas: Steer clear of crowded places, major public gatherings, and high-profile events, as these are prime targets for the CPH terrorist activities. Stay updated on the latest security advisories and exercise caution when moving about the city. Unnecessary visitation to Van Hoorn, including visitation for recreational purposes, is highly discouraged at this time. Foreign tourists are currently banned from the city limits until the alert is lifted by the Ministry.
Secure Your Belongings: Ensure the safety of your personal belongings, accommodations, and vehicles. Be wary of suspicious packages or unattended items in public areas and immediately report them to the authorities.
Stay Informed: Stay tuned to official government announcements and reliable news sources for accurate information regarding the evolving security situation. Rely on verified sources to avoid misinformation or rumors that may cause unnecessary panic.

The Commonwealth of Hintuwan remains resolute in its determination to protect the safety and well-being of its citizens and visitors. We stand united against the forces that seek to undermine our democratic values and social harmony. The Ministry of Defense, together with our dedicated security forces, is fully committed to neutralizing this threat and restoring peace and tranquility to our beloved nation.

The communists, although displaying a high propensity and inclination towards violence, are no match for the resolute unity of the Hintuwani government backed by the steadfast dedication and unity of its liberty-loving people. The CPH is already designated as a terrorist organization by the Hintuwani government and we call on governments around the world to do the same in order to deny its members any avenues of support from the international community.

Let us remain unwavering in the face of this adversity. By standing together, we shall overcome these challenges and emerge stronger as a nation.

God bless and preserve Hintuwan.

Signed,
Gen. (ret.) Parasaligan Daclan
Minister of Defense
Hintuwan

by **Hintuwan** » Fri Jun 09, 2023 12:28 pm

At the foot of Mt. Dingali, San Bernardino Occidental

Second Lieutenant Miguel Paradue trudged through the dense jungle foliage, his fatigue-laden footsteps barely making a sound. Sweat dripped down his forehead, blending with the grime on his face. He was a soldier in the Hintuwani army's 22nd Division Commonwealth Scouts Company, tasked with patrolling the treacherous terrain to keep the peace and protect small villages in the Hintuwani countryside from the communist rebels.

Miguel was alone now, trying to make his back to the army's lines. Yesterday he led twelve men, and an hour ago he had 3 - the finest men in the company gone in an instant. In every abandoned hut he and his men had found IEDs, on every forest trail they were blown to bits by unexploded ordinance, and behind every bush was the cold barrel of an AK-47 ready to turn them into Swiss cheese if they were ever caught in its sights.

It had barely been a month since he graduated from Haijing Military Academy and deployed as part of the military's elite "Commonwealth Scouts" in an army base on the Gambang Peninsula, told that he would fight against Islamic terrorists in that region. But the situation had changed and with the recent attacks in Van Hoorn, the Lieutenant found himself in the untamed south of the country. Not even a week into his tour, he had made every combat mistake imaginable. A trial by fire had found him, and it had found his skills in battle lacking.

As the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows through the trees, Miguel's senses sharpened. He was always vigilant, his finger resting lightly on the trigger of his rifle. The sounds of wildlife and rustling leaves filled the air, a constant reminder of the danger lurking within the jungle's depths.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the dense foliage. Miguel's heart raced as he raised his weapon, prepared for a potential threat. But as the figure stepped forward, Miguel's eyes widened in surprise. It was a rebel, a member of the communist forces they were trained to combat.

The rebel, a young man with tired eyes and dirt-streaked cheeks, regarded Miguel with caution. Both soldiers locked eyes for a brief moment, the weight of their opposing ideologies hanging in the air. But Miguel sensed something different in the rebel's gaze, a hint of weariness and resignation.

Lowering his rifle, Miguel took a step forward, his voice calm and measured. "Put down your weapon. I don't want any trouble."

The rebel hesitated for a moment, his grip on his rifle tightening. But then, unexpectedly, he lowered his weapon and took a cautious step toward Miguel. Wariness filled his eyes, but there was also a glimmer of curiosity.

Miguel reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, holding it out to the rebel. "Care for a smoke?"

The rebel's eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face. Slowly, he extended a trembling hand and took a cigarette from the pack. Miguel offered him a lighter, and as the rebel lit his cigarette, their eyes met again.

In that quiet moment, Miguel saw a reflection of his own weariness in the rebel's eyes. They were both young men caught up in a conflict not of their own making, separated by ideologies but united by their humanity.

As they sat on a fallen log, the jungle canopy providing a brief respite from the scorching sun, Miguel and the rebel shared a smoke. They spoke little, but the silence held an unspoken understanding. The smoke drifted upward, mingling with the foliage, a tangible reminder of the fragile peace they had momentarily found.

Miguel realized that, beneath the surface, they were not so different after all. Both were products of a complex society, molded by circumstances beyond their control. They had dreams, fears, and families waiting for their safe return.

After a while, the rebel extinguished his cigarette, and Miguel followed suit. They stood up, their eyes lingering on each other for a moment longer. With a nod of acknowledgment, the rebel turned and melted back into the jungle, disappearing as swiftly as he had arrived.

Miguel watched him go, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He knew that when the next clash occurred, they would once again be on opposing sides. But in that fleeting encounter, they had seen each other's humanity, transcending the labels of soldier and rebel.

With a heavy heart and renewed resolve, Miguel resumed his patrol, his steps a little lighter. The encounter in the jungle had left an indelible mark on his soul, a reminder that beneath the camouflage and ideology, they were all simply human, yearning for peace and understanding in a world torn by conflict.

"I wonder if I'll ever see him again."

Van Hoorn

Father Dailang Bagarong, head of the Archdiocese of Talaghay, gazed out of the window of his humble residence, his mind burdened by the suffering he had witnessed in the aftermath of clashes between the government forces and the communist rebels in Hintuwan. As a man of faith and compassion, he believed in the inherent dignity of every human life, even those who had taken up arms against the state.

With a heavy heart, the archbishop decided to take action. He reached out to a local politician known for his influence and unwavering stance against the rebels, Van Hoorn's ultraconservative royalist mayor, Ramon Herrera. Bishop Dailang believed that if he could appeal to the mayor's humanity, he might be able to foster a more compassionate approach in dealing with the rebels, one that would seek reconciliation rather than further bloodshed.

Arriving at Mayor Herrera's office, Archbishop Dailang was met with an air of formality. The senator, a stern man with a reputation for his tough stance on national security, sat behind his imposing desk, poring over documents. He glanced up as the cardinal entered, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

"Your Eminence, what brings you here today?" Senator Herrera asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

Archbishop Dailang approached, his gentle eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Mayor Herrera, I come to you with a plea for mercy and compassion. The situation with the communist rebels has escalated, and I fear that further violence will only perpetuate the cycle of suffering. We must find a way to treat them as human beings and seek a peaceful resolution."

The senator's expression hardened, and he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "Archbishop, you are a man of faith, and I respect that. But these rebels pose a significant threat to our country's stability and security. They have caused immense harm and must be dealt with accordingly. Mercy towards them would only embolden their cause."

Archbishop Dailang took a deep breath, his voice unwavering. "Mayor, I understand the complexities of the situation, but we must not forget the principles of justice and compassion. By treating them with dignity and exploring avenues for dialogue, we may be able to reach a resolution that benefits all parties involved. Violence will only lead to more bloodshed and suffering."

The senator's face tightened, his voice tinged with frustration. "I have sworn an oath to protect the people and uphold the law. These rebels have chosen a path of violence, and it is my duty to ensure that they face the consequences of their actions. Your plea for mercy may be noble, but it does not align with the reality of the situation."

Archbishop Dailang stepped closer, his eyes filled with unwavering conviction. "The path of justice is not always easy, but it is one that demands compassion and understanding. We must remember that even those who have strayed from the right path are still children of God, deserving of respect and the opportunity for redemption. I implore you to consider a more humane approach."

Mayor Herrera's face remained stern, his gaze unwavering. "I appreciate your perspective, but I cannot compromise the safety of our people. The law must prevail, and those who threaten our nation's security must be dealt with accordingly."

With a heavy heart, Archbishop Dailang nodded, realizing that his plea had fallen on deaf ears. He turned to leave, his spirit weighed down by a sense of disappointment. But as he reached the door, Mayor Herrera's voice softened.

"Archbishop, I understand your concerns, and I admire your commitment to peace. Although we may have differing views on this matter, your faith and compassion are commendable. However, please understand that I cannot deviate from my duty to protect our nation."

The archbishop paused, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Mayor Herrera. I hope that in the future, we may find common ground and work towards a future built on compassion and understanding."

With that, Archbishop Dailang left the senator's office, his heart heavy but his determination unwavering. He knew that the road to peace would be filled with obstacles, but he remained steadfast in his belief that one day, compassion and understanding would prevail over violence and discord.

Haijing

Major-General Kepe Sofia Sawanming Ramirez, commander of the 33rd Hintuwani Infantry Division, stood behind the podium, her eyes scanning the room filled with journalists and reporters. The weight of responsibility rested heavily on her shoulders as she prepared to address the international community. As a seasoned military leader in the Hintuwani army and the woman appointed to oversee Operation Southern Sentinel, she knew the importance of garnering support in the fight against the communist rebels.

Taking a deep breath, the commander began her speech, her voice filled with determination and conviction. "Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, I stand before you today to appeal to the international community for assistance in our ongoing struggle against the communist rebels in Hintuwan. The threats we face are not confined to our nation alone; they are a menace to peace and stability in the entire region."

Cameras flashed, and the room buzzed with anticipation as the commander continued. "Over the years, these rebels have wreaked havoc on our communities, undermining our economy, and causing immeasurable suffering to our people. Our military forces have been working tirelessly to protect our citizens and restore peace, but we cannot do it alone."

She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, hoping to convey the urgency of the situation. "The communist rebels have adopted guerrilla tactics, exploiting our dense jungles and mountains to evade capture. Their radical ideology fuels their destructive actions, endangering innocent lives and destabilizing the region. We require international support to counter this threat effectively."

Ramirez's voice grew resolute as she emphasized the importance of unity. "We must stand together, shoulder to shoulder, to confront this shared challenge. No nation should bear the burden of combating extremism and violence alone. We need assistance in terms of intelligence sharing, resources, and training to bolster our capabilities and protect the values we hold dear."

Questions flew from the journalists, seeking clarifications and further insights. Major-General Ramirez addressed each query with poise, emphasizing the necessity for collaboration and the humanitarian aspect of the conflict. She highlighted the plight of civilians caught in the crossfire and the urgent need for humanitarian aid to alleviate their suffering.

As the press conference came to a close, General Ramirez expressed her gratitude to the international community for their attention and support. She reiterated her commitment to upholding the principles of democracy, justice, and peace. With a sense of purpose, she stepped away from the podium, knowing that the fight against the communist rebels would continue, but hopeful that their plea for assistance would not fall on deaf ears.

by **Hintuwan** » Fri Jun 09, 2023 9:35 pm

Van Hoorn

In the city of Van Hoorn, where the shadows of the communist insurgency loomed large, the life of an average citizen was a delicate balance between survival and hope. Each day brought a mix of uncertainty and resilience, as they navigated the challenges of a city gripped by conflict.

Amidst the bustling streets, Maria Santos woke up to the sound of distant sirens, a reminder of the volatile environment that surrounded her. She lived in a modest apartment with her husband and two children, their home a refuge amidst the chaos. The routine of their mornings remained intact, as they prepared for the day ahead, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee providing a momentary respite from the harsh reality outside.

As Maria stepped out onto the streets, she could see the remnants of the previous night's skirmishes. Buildings scarred by bullet holes and shattered glass bore witness to the ongoing struggle between the government forces and the communist rebels. She hurried past these reminders, mindful of the dangers that lurked in every corner.

Deep down, Maria grappled with conflicting emotions about the insurgency. On one hand, she understood the grievances of the rebels, their fight for justice and equality resonating with her own desire for a better life for her family and community. The rampant corruption, the stark wealth inequality, and the stranglehold of foreign fishing monopolies had left the city's inhabitants struggling to survive. The promises of the rebel leaders, to bring about true change and liberation, held a certain appeal.

But the ever-present violence, the bombings, and the attacks on innocent civilians left her questioning the methods employed by the rebels. Maria believed in justice, but she struggled to reconcile the harm inflicted upon the very people they claimed to fight for. She had seen the wounded and the traumatized, the lives upended by the conflict. The daily fear of losing her loved ones to a stray bullet or a random act of violence weighed heavily on her heart.

As she made her way to the Dr. Roko Cabadligan Memorial Hospital, where she worked as a nurse, Maria found solace in the moments of compassion she shared with her patients. Regardless of their political beliefs or affiliations, she treated each individual with care and empathy, recognizing the shared humanity that transcended the divisions imposed by the insurgency.

In the evening, as Maria returned home, she found her family gathered around a radio, eager to hear the latest news updates. The air was filled with tension as they listened intently, their hopes and fears intertwined with each passing report. They yearned for a resolution, an end to the conflict that had cast a shadow over their lives.

As stars began to rise over the city skyline, Maria looked out her window at the flickering streetlights, casting an uncertain glow on the deserted streets below. She couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, a belief that one day, Van Hoorn would emerge from the shadows and reclaim its peaceful essence.

The life of an average citizen in Van Hoorn was a delicate dance between fear and hope, survival and resilience. Each day was a testament to their unwavering spirit, a reminder that even amidst the chaos of an insurgency, the human spirit could endure, clinging to the belief that one day, peace would prevail and the city would once again thrive. And Maria, with her compassionate heart and unwavering belief in the power of understanding, would continue to strive for a better future, where justice, equality, and peace could coexist.

by **Hintuwan** » Sun Jun 11, 2023 12:08 am

F.O.B Mangalagar, Van Hoorn Outskirts
Headquarters of Task Force Southern Sentinel, 33rd Hintuwani Infantry Division

Second Lieutenant Miguel Paradue trudged wearily through the gates of his military camp, the weight of grief heavy upon his shoulders. The dust-covered landscape mirrored the desolation in his heart. The camp sprawled across a vast expanse of land, with rows of military tents, vehicles, and equipment neatly arranged. A trio of M344 Wolverines transferred from the 3rd Cavalry Company rumbled by, heading to patrol the forests around the city of Van Hoorn. The air hummed with a mixture of anticipation and tension. He had returned, the sole survivor of a mission gone horribly wrong, bearing the burden of his squad's tragic fate.

As he made his way towards the command center, whispers and sidelong glances followed him. The news of the squad's demise had spread like wildfire, painting him as the failed leader, the one who had let his comrades down. Miguel could feel the judgment and disdain that permeated the air around him.

Entering the command center, Miguel found himself surrounded by the cold, scrutinizing gazes of his fellow soldiers. The room fell into an uneasy silence as they saw the haunted look in his eyes, a stark reminder of the horrors he had witnessed.

Major-General Sofia Ramirez, glanced up from her paperwork and fixed his eyes upon Miguel. The general's gaze bore into him, devoid of any sympathy or understanding. Without a word, she motioned for Miguel to approach.

Miguel stood before the general, his body tense with anticipation. The words caught in his throat, choking him with guilt and sorrow. With a heavy sigh, he mustered the courage to deliver the devastating news.

"General Ramirez, Ma'am," Miguel began, his voice trembling but resolute. "I... I regret to inform you that my entire squad... they didn't make it. We were ambushed, outnumbered, and... I couldn't save them."

The silence in the room grew even more profound, suffocating Miguel as his words hung in the air. The weight of his failure bore down upon him, amplifying the seething judgment he felt from his comrades. It was as if the walls themselves were closing in, ready to condemn him.

Major-General Ramirez's face remained impassive, his eyes cold and distant. Miguel braced himself for the expected reprimand, the harsh words that would further strip away his dignity and honor. Instead, the general's response was unexpectedly measured.

"You were entrusted with the lives of your squad, Paradue," the general's voice resonated, laced with disappointment. "Your failure in this mission is undeniable, and the consequences are grave. Lives have been lost, and it is a stain upon your record."

Miguel's heart sank, his breath catching in his throat. He had anticipated the reprimand, but the weight of the general's words cut deeper than he had ever imagined. The disappointment in the eyes of his comrades, the condemnation of his superiors—it was a burden he could hardly bear.

"But," Ramirez continued, her tone softening ever so slightly, "we are soldiers, Paradue. We must learn from our failures, adapt, and become stronger. The loss of your squad is a painful reminder of the realities of war. Carry their memory with you and strive to become a better leader. The entire commonwealth is counting on the success of this operation, and you may still have a chance to redeem yourself."

by **Mediama** » Sun Jun 11, 2023 3:24 am

Mediaman Embassy, Haijang, Hintuwan

Within the offices of the Mediaman embassy, diplomatic staff and visitors went about their day as a message popped up within the ambassador's computer.

To: Joeseph Grant
From: Madeline Brooks
Subject: Assessment of Hintuwan Situation
Encryption: High
Ambassador Grant,

I am sure you have heard of the recent situation within your host country long before the government's press conference regarding the topic. Your initial assessment, combined with further observations from MI-6 agents posted within the region have painted a very worrying picture for our boys in Illustrantia.

Prime Minister Marshal has expressly requested for an assessment from your Defense Attache Office regarding the state of Hintuwanian police and defense forces. He will then use this assessment to form a case for Mediama to provide whatever aid needed to fight against the communist threat.

In your many years of service with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I do not need to understate how prompt this assessment should take, the sooner we have assets in the area to assist in combating the threat, the better. Prime Minister Marshal's express orders are to emphasize on both the material and financial state of Hintuwanian security forces, the quality of training they have recieved presently, and any issues which may hinder the effectiveness of such aid to the country.

Until then, use whatever sound judgement to ensure the safety of both Mediaman expatriates and diplomatic personnel. As mentioned previously, MI-6 agents have their ear to the ground, and a Royal Navy taskforce can be rapidly deployed for evacuations if god forbid, the country collapses before we can do anything.

Best of luck,
Madeline Brooks, Mediaman Minister of Foreign Affairs

As Ambassador Grant walked into his office, mug of coffee in hand, he noticed the notification. He sat down and read the message, before he sighed and massaged his temples. He picked up the phone and began to dial a number to the DAO.

Mediaman Broadcasting Corporation

Foreign Minister Madeline Brooks has made a formal statement today regarding the situation within the island of Hintuwan. Stating that Mediama will continue to fight against communist aggression against democracy, and that they are willing to provided whatever support is needed to eliminate the terrorist threat.

The broadcast then switches to a snippet of Brook's press breifing: "The forceful collectivist nature of communism, and to an extent socialism, remains antithetical to the individual freedoms and liberties democratic institutions provide which make Mediama and the world at large thrive, politically, socially, and economically. The fact that the communist insurgency in Hintuwan had to resort to violent means to meet their political goals only proves its unwilling nature to consider individual choice."

Hintuwan has been facing threats and terrorist attacks primarily around major cities, and has only just recently seen escalation in attempts to combat such threats.

Prime Minister James Marshal was asked to what extent Mediama will be dedicating resources to aid in counterinsurgency efforts, though he has declined to answer at this time. And now, for the weather....

Mediaman Embassy, Haijing, Hintuwan
0700 local time

Nixdorf yawned as he sipped on a thermos of coffee in the embassy lobby. He had a long day ahead of him.

Upon orders from the Ministry of Defense and the Ministry of Foreign affairs, his task was simple: He along with representatives from the Royal Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines were to conduct an inspection of Hintuwan's armed services in order to assess the aid needed to bring Hintuwan up to NATO standard.

Sure enough, each of the respective representatives from each branch were waiting alongside him for their day to begin. Out of all of them, he stood out like a sore thumb being the only person not in a military uniform. It was to be a simple trip from the embassy to the presidential palace for a private meeting before the actual assessment began.

"Sir?" Nixdorf looked up at the marine sergeant. Due to the rise in terrorist attacks on Hituwanian soil, security had been beefed up within the embassy, what usually would've been a domestic police escourt had been additonally supplemented by a platoon of royal marines, the majority of them were armed with standard issued L1A1 rifles, with the exceptions being the NCO's, armed with sterling submachine guns armed in the cabin, and browning hi-powers as their sidearms. "The motorcade is waiting outside for you and the men sir. We're ready whenever you are."

Nixdorf nodded. "Very well, carry on then."

"Aye aye sir." Marines from the platoon lined up both sides of the door way, as four more flanked the procession. Waiting outside were two plain black sedans, a land rover wolf bringing up the front and the rear of the motorcade, with motorcycle cops from the Haijing police forces flanking the front and the back of the motorcade.

The drivers from each of the sedans, both marine corporals, opened up the rear doors of their respective vehicles. Nixdorf, the marine representative, and the air force representative clambered into one sedan, while the navy and army representatives clambered into the other. With a brisk shut of the doors, the marines all piled into the respective vehicles, and left the driveway. Haijingian police making way for the motorcade as they drove to the presidential palace.

With any luck, this would be the start of turning the tide against communist incursion.

by **Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics** » Tue Jun 13, 2023 2:01 pm

“A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery; it cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle, so temperate, kind, courteous, restrained and magnanimous. A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another.”
REVOLUTIONARY FORCES ACROSS THE GLOBE SPRING UP AGAINST CAPITALIST OPPRESSION

Editorial by the People's Tribune Board.

The masses have stood up and accepted their role as the true makers of history. As adequately predicted by the great heads of Communism, armies of the proletariat and the allies in the peasantry have taken up guns, swords and even stones against their bourgeois oppressors.

From the hills of Alamaite, the ruins of the ACP and beyond, communists have taken up arms to show their dedication to building a better world!

And now the battle is going again, in the tropical jungles of Hintuwan. The masses have begun their rebellion against the reactionary forces of the Hintuwan regime, which is a military junta thinly veiled as a functioning state. The popular masses are cutting their way through the forests and into the cities and in response, the regime has enacted predictable fascist politics.

Their police engage in the blatant mass murder of farmers and workers, red-tagging innocent activists as Communists or charity organizations as communists fronts. Those who call for peace are arrested and never seen again. Is this not the actions of a government of the Hitlerite variety?

Let this be clear: The people of the UASR will move heaven and earth to defend their brother and sisters in Hintuwan. We call for a unified day of action across our nation to show support for our comrades abroad and for the denunciation of the so-called "Commonwealth".

Revolutionary City, Albandry
The People's Tribune had a critical role in Albandrite society, it wasn't just a place to read the latest (albeit heavily edited) news from across the globe, it was a vehicle for the upper echelons of the Communist Party to mobilize the masses in support of its policy decisions. Ever since the newspaper was taken over by a radical clique from South Albandry University, it has gone from another bureaucratic organ of the state to a firebrand mouthpiece of radical leftist politics, perfect for the collective leadership of the party who utilized it to get the masses to act and act quickly.

In the center of the newly-renamed Karl Marx University (Formerly The University of Exceptional Academics), a large crowd of people, old, young, military, students, workers militia members and just the average citizens, stood before a makeshift stage bearing red flags and banners bearing painted slogans. On top of the stage stood a young woman, likely no older than 25, with a megaphone in one hand and a phone in the other. "The people of Hintuwan deserve our solidarity! Our support! Our revolutionary fervor does not end within our borders..Our movement is built on international solidarity!"

There was a loud cheer from the crowd, enthusiastic students raising small red books into the air in a frenzy as they cheered on their speaker, Elena Bernadette of the Communist Youth. She represented the so-called "Students for a Democratic Society" wing of the CY, a radical leftist faction that argued for a radical transition of society, far more radical than what the current regime had even planned. But like all good communists in the UASR, when it came to answering the call for mass rallies..She was always there. Academic scores be damned.

"We call upon our party, our leaders and our military to mobilize with us. To call our state into action, to demand material aid and support for our comrades in the faux commonwealth of Hintuwan!" Elena shouted, pacing from left to right on the stage as she spoke "Comrades! We will bring down imperialism, no matter how it manifests itself. Until the red banner of OUR movement flies over every factory, every encampment and every capitol building!"

The crowd was whipped up into a frenzy again, the older in the crowd clapping while the young enthusiastically waved their red books and chanted various revolutionary slogans.

In the halls of power, there was little argument among the politburo on whether support should be given to this rebellion in the Commonwealth of Hintuwan. Ideologically, it made sense..Geopolitically even more so. If the Communists abroad worked closely with the UASR, they'd be more willing to accept the nation's brand of communism and recognize its role as the leader of the world revolution. Furthermore, a new nation under Albandry's soft power will further its global influence and that excited the foreign policy gurus within the party.

The ministry of state security would be the first to attempt communication with the Hintuwanese Communists. Searching high and low online to find a means to communicate, attempting to find a direct line to the Communist politburo in the foreign nation and give them a generous offer...

The UASR will provide professional military equipment along with training within the UASR itself..It was just a matter of waiting and watching..

by **Hintuwan** » Tue Jun 13, 2023 10:30 pm

Some time ago...

Fernando Tabas was born into a working-class family in the heart of Hintuwan's capital city amidst the troubling conditions of the Cagalanganista military dictatorship. Growing up in a neighborhood plagued by poverty and social inequality, Fernando witnessed firsthand the injustices and hardships faced by his community. These formative experiences ignited a flame within him, driving his passion for social justice and equality.

From an early age, Fernando displayed remarkable intelligence and a thirst for knowledge. Despite the limited resources available to him, he immersed himself in books, devouring the works of revolutionary thinkers, philosophers, and activists. Their ideas resonated deeply with him, planting the seeds of rebellion against the oppressive capitalist system that perpetuated inequality and exploitation.

Driven by his insatiable curiosity, Fernando pursued higher education against all odds. He worked odd jobs, saved every penny, and earned scholarships to attend university, where he studied political science and economics. It was during this time that he became involved in student movements and began organizing protests, advocating for the rights of workers and marginalized communities.

One hot summer afternoon in 1985, Fernando had joined a peaceful protest against the exploitation of workers in a local car factory in the city of Pagagos. The demonstration was marked by chants for fair wages, better working conditions, and an end to the systemic mistreatment of laborers. The air crackled with a sense of urgency and collective determination. As the crowd of protesters moved through the city streets, their voices reverberated off the buildings, drawing the attention of both supporters and adversaries. The authorities, under the watchful eyes of the wealthy elite, viewed this display of dissent as a threat to their power and profit.

Suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere shattered as a contingent of heavily armed police officers descended upon the protest, their batons raised and shields at the ready. Chaos erupted, with the crackling sound of tear gas canisters and the piercing cries of the injured filling the air. In the midst of the chaos, Fernando found himself at the forefront, confronting the batons and shields that sought to crush the voice of the oppressed. Fear coursed through his veins, but so did an unyielding determination to stand up for what he believed was right. Throughout the tumultuous years of the late 1980s he facilitated the recruitment of hundreds of students into the ranks of the Communist Party's militant wing.

Fernando's charisma, intellect, and unwavering commitment to social change quickly earned him recognition within the ranks of the Communist Party of Hintuwan. Rising through the party's ranks, he became known for his fiery speeches, rallying the masses and inspiring them to unite against the forces of oppression. When the Green Revolution, headed by liberals and royalists, broke out in 1986 - he saw them for who they really were: exploitative opportunists who were merely usurping the dictatorship for the sake of preserving the ruling class. And when President Cagalangan's palace was finally stormed late that year, he called not for a laying down of arms of the communist movement but an intensification of the fight against the government.

As his reputation grew, so did his responsibilities. Fernando took on the role of Deputy Chairman of the Communist Party, a position that allowed him to shape policies and strategies aimed at dismantling the capitalist system and establishing a socialist society rooted in justice and equality. However, with every step forward, Fernando encountered formidable obstacles. His activism made him a target of the oppressive regime, and he faced persecution, harassment, and even imprisonment. Yet, he refused to be silenced. His resolve only grew stronger, fueled by the unwavering belief that a more equitable and just society was within reach.

Revolutionary City

Fernando Tabas, Deputy Chairman of the Communist Party of Hintuwan, stepped off the plane in the capital city of the Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics (UASR). He wore a determined expression, his eyes filled with revolutionary zeal.

His dress was a simple yet dignified ensemble, carefully chosen to convey his commitment to the cause. Tabas donned a tailored dark oriental suit, the epitome of understated elegance. The jacket hugged his frame, accentuating his presence and authority. Its deep shade symbolized the depth of his convictions, while the impeccable cut showcased his attention to detail. Underneath the suit jacket, Tabas wore a crisp white shirt, its collar standing tall and proud. The shirt represented purity of purpose, a commitment to the principles of socialism and equality. The buttons, neatly fastened, hinted at his disciplined approach to the revolutionary struggle.

Around his neck, Tabas wore a bold red tie, a vibrant symbol of his allegiance to the Communist Party. The fiery hue radiated determination and strength, a visual declaration of his unwavering dedication to the cause. Its smooth texture spoke of the unity and cohesion he sought to foster among the working class.

This clandestine visit was of utmost importance, as it would lay the groundwork for cooperation between the UASR and the Communist faction in Hintuwan.

As he made his way through the bustling streets, Fernando couldn't help but be awed by the atmosphere of radical change that permeated the city. Posters adorned the walls, displaying powerful slogans and portraits of revolutionary leaders. Crowds of passionate activists filled the squares, discussing political theories and chanting revolutionary songs.

Accompanied by a trusted party member, Tabas made his way to a secret meeting location within the city. Making his way further down, he stared in awe at the streets that were adorned with vibrant red flags and revolutionary murals, testaments to the UASR's ideological fervor. The city seemed to pulsate with revolutionary energy, and Tabas couldn't help but be inspired by the spirit of the people.

Upon arrival at the designated safe house, Tabas was greeted by a delegation of high-ranking officials from the UASR government. They exchanged cautious nods and cryptic handshakes, aware of the sensitivity of their discussions. The room hummed with anticipation as they settled around a table, ready to delve into matters of ideology, strategy, and mutual support.

by **Hintuwan** » Tue Jun 13, 2023 11:24 pm

10:30 a.m., HBS-PEC News Channel (HNC)

News Presenter: "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Teodoro Rômbang. You're watching Overview, bringing you the country's latest news, seven days a week. This morning, we bring you a special report on the challenging economic situation in Hintuwan which is leaving some citizens frustrated with the current government. Our correspondent, Natalie Hapyaytha, is on the ground to provide us with the latest details. Natalie, what can you tell us?"

[Cut to Natalie Hapyaytha, standing in front of a graphic displaying "Hintuwan's Escalating Economic Crisis"]

Natalie Hapyaytha: "Thank you, Teodoro. The economic landscape in Hintuwan is currently facing a multitude of difficulties, causing distress among its citizens and raising concerns among experts. Let's delve into the key factors contributing to this crisis."

[Cut to footage of crowded marketplaces and rising price tags]

Natalie Hapyaytha (voiceover): "Hintuwan's economy is grappling with the challenge of rising inflation. Marketplaces are crowded as consumers struggle with escalating prices, making it increasingly challenging for the average citizen to meet their basic needs."

[Cut to an interview with the Minister of Industrial Development]

Benaiah Magbantay: "The high inflation rate is primarily driven by the decline in industrial output. Our data indicates that manufacturing production has experienced a significant decline of around 20% in the past year, leading to a decrease in productivity and subsequent job losses."

[Cut to footage of protests and frustrated workers]

Natalie Hapyaytha (voiceover): "Unemployment remains a pressing concern. The closure of factories and businesses has left many workers without employment opportunities. This has sparked widespread frustration, with citizens urging the government to take immediate action to address the mounting joblessness."

[Cut to an interview with a concerned citizen, father of four children]

Huey Mauong: "It's disheartening to witness so many hardworking individuals struggle to make ends meet. We need the government to implement effective measures that can revive industries and provide support to those who have lost their livelihoods."

[Cut to images of declining stock market graphs]

Natalie Hapyaytha (voiceover): "The stock market has also taken a considerable hit, intensifying the economic crisis. Share prices have witnessed a significant decline, eroding investor confidence and deterring foreign direct investment."

[Cut to an interview with a financial analyst, dean of the school of economics at the University of Hintuwan]

Purreng Tugueloocan: "The downward trend in the stock market is indicative of the overall loss of faith in Hintuwan's economy. Investors are reluctant to commit their capital due to concerns about government policies and the country's economic stability."

[Cut to Natalie Hapyaytha]

Natalie Hapyaytha: "The challenges confronting Hintuwan's economy are multifaceted and demand urgent attention. The government must implement comprehensive reforms to stimulate industrial growth and foster an environment conducive to investment. Only through decisive action can Hintuwan overcome this economic crisis and chart a path toward a prosperous future."

[Closing scene]

Teodoro Rômbang:" Thank you, Natalie, for shedding light on the severe economic situation unfolding in Hintuwan. As the country confronts these challenges, it is essential for the government to address the root causes and work diligently towards sustainable solutions. We will continue to closely monitor these developments and bring you the latest updates. Stay tuned to "Overview" for comprehensive coverage of this ongoing crisis."

[End of the news report]

by **Hintuwan** » Tue Jun 13, 2023 11:52 pm

Mediama wrote:Mediaman Embassy, Haijing, Hintuwan
0700 local time

Nixdorf yawned as he sipped on a thermos of coffee in the embassy lobby. He had a long day ahead of him.

Upon orders from the Ministry of Defense and the Ministry of Foreign affairs, his task was simple: He along with representatives from the Royal Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines were to conduct an inspection of Hintuwan's armed services in order to assess the aid needed to bring Hintuwan up to NATO standard.

Sure enough, each of the respective representatives from each branch were waiting alongside him for their day to begin. Out of all of them, he stood out like a sore thumb being the only person not in a military uniform. It was to be a simple trip from the embassy to the presidential palace for a private meeting before the actual assessment began.

"Sir?" Nixdorf looked up at the marine sergeant. Due to the rise in terrorist attacks on Hituwanian soil, security had been beefed up within the embassy, what usually would've been a domestic police escourt had been additonally supplemented by a platoon of royal marines, the majority of them were armed with standard issued L1A1 rifles, with the exceptions being the NCO's, armed with sterling submachine guns armed in the cabin, and browning hi-powers as their sidearms. "The motorcade is waiting outside for you and the men sir. We're ready whenever you are."

Nixdorf nodded. "Very well, carry on then."

"Aye aye sir." Marines from the platoon lined up both sides of the door way, as four more flanked the procession. Waiting outside were two plain black sedans, a land rover wolf bringing up the front and the rear of the motorcade, with motorcycle cops from the Haijing police forces flanking the front and the back of the motorcade.

The drivers from each of the sedans, both marine corporals, opened up the rear doors of their respective vehicles. Nixdorf, the marine representative, and the air force representative clambered into one sedan, while the navy and army representatives clambered into the other. With a brisk shut of the doors, the marines all piled into the respective vehicles, and left the driveway. Haijingian police making way for the motorcade as they drove to the presidential palace.

With any luck, this would be the start of turning the tide against communist incursion.

Chalet Rojo
Haijing

The presidential palace was enormous, almost haughtily so, towering over all other nearby government buildings and distinguishing itself from the nearby office district by its strangely esoteric temple-like eastern facade. Security was extremely tight and wary of visitors, casting suspicion and implementing several identification tests some of which seemed completely trivial almost to the point of being Kafkaesque.

When Nixdorf and his delegation finally arrived, however, they were greeted warmly and with enthusiasm by the presidential guard who personally escorted them out of their vehicle and led them to the president's office. The pillars of the great hall were like the teeth of some long-slain behemoth, and Nixdorf was entering right into its belly. Portraits of ancient pre-colonial battles and monochromatic stills of anti-colonial revolutions lined the walls. One such photograph was particularly eye-catching and was displayed right outside of the president's door: that of a Hintuwani "Commonwealth Scout" during the 1948 civil war, looking rudded and with a rifle slung around his shoulder in the bombed-out ruins of a cathedral, praying to a burned crucifix. It was a reminder that the current government of the commonwealth, was, at some point, just a rag-tag army of guerillas too.

A guardsman announced the arrival of the Mediamen, each by name and rank, then one by one allowed them to enter the office. An exact number of seats were prepared just for them and they were sat in front of a long nara table - on which were several maps detailing the terrorists' suspected whereabouts as well as strategic classified information about the state of the Hintuwani army.

President Henry Bulalacao, hitherto facing the window and smoking a cigar, then turned his swiveling chair around to meet the distinguished gentlemen. Though senile, he remained dashing in his barong, especially with the insignia of the League of Christian-Muslim Democrats pinned proudly upon his chest.

"Gentlemen, I hope that you will forgive me if there is a lack of pomp and ceremony than what you are perhaps more used to - I do not wish to offend you at all. However, the situation is dire and I would like to get to work as soon as possible. What can I do for you today?"

by **Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics** » Wed Jun 14, 2023 12:30 am

Hintuwan wrote:Some time ago...

Socialism

Revolutionary City, UASR

Fernando Tabas's accommodations were more than welcoming. His safehouse was a luxurious apartment within walking distance of the tall and imposing congress of the UASR. The room was decorated in a dated but respectable wood paneling, with newly shined marble floors that reflected the soft orange glow from the overhead chandeliers.

Upon entering the home, he was greeted by an eclectic mix of officials. One man remained sitting in a calm and collected manner, a cigarette in his hand, his attire a nice, well kept suit. Connor Boyde, foreign relations office.
Accompanying him was another gentleman in what was clearly a military uniform, though unlike many high ranking military officials like him, his uniform was modest, with only a few party pins decorating his uniform. He stood, hands behind his back, clearly pacing the room before the arrival of Tabas... Anwar al-Jaffer, head of defense.

And finally there was another man, his demeanor warm and welcoming, a large, rather unprofessional beard adorned his face and his clothes seemed more like a college kid's impression of a bureaucrat than anyone with any power. A tacky beige suit with a mismatched plaid shirt underneath. Pavel Yanovich, head of internal affairs.

The officials greeted Tabas with a comradely handshake and warm welcomes, but it wasn't long before it was time to get to business.

"Come. Take a seat" Spoke Boyde first, gesturing towards one of the cushioned seats in the room. "We have much to discuss." He'd reach towards a stand next to his seat, pulling out a bottle of Albandrite bourbon.. Pouring himself a glass before offering some towards his guest. "You're a hard man to reach, Comrade Tabas. Guess that's a good thing, considering what is going on within your nation." He'd take a sip of his drink. "We'd like to make it clear that you have the full support of our great Republic.. And have brought you here to.. Sort out of the nature of our aid to your cause.."

Anwar al-Jaffer would place his hands behind his back, walking slowly towards the window, while Yanovich would adjust his spectacles. "Yes. We believe in an...Internationalist approach to foreign affairs. And we'd love to provide a place for your guerillas to train, ideologically and militarily." Yanovich would say out loud, seemingly interrupting Boyde. The shaggy gentleman would sniff, before clearing his throat loudly. "And we'd love to supply you with arms.."

Boyde smiled, the kind of smile you'd do when you are annoyed and trying not to show it, keeping his attention on Tabas "Yes comrade. Tell us..What do you need?"

by **Hintuwan** » Wed Jun 14, 2023 1:31 am

Fernando Tabas nodded approvingly upon the foreign relations officer's remarks.

"I thank you for the hospitality that you have shown me and the movement I represent thus far. First of all, let me introduce you to my own deputy, Lamont Carvallio, our party's representative for strategic military affairs."

Lamont Carvallio made a small upper-body bow in a show of respect to the UACR delegation. He had frizzier hair, and a much darker skin tone than his more Asian-looking counterpart, but wore the same formal attire with red tie as the party deputy.

After this, Fernando took back the lead in the discussion.

"Comrades, in every corner of Hintuwan, our citizens face the harsh realities of a failing economic system. The working class, the backbone of our society, toils day and night, only to be rewarded with meager wages that barely sustain their basic needs. Families struggle to put food on the table, to provide their children with proper education and healthcare, while the privileged few bask in opulence and excess. As we gather here, we find ourselves at a critical juncture in history. The world is witnessing the rise of radical ideologies, the awakening of the working class, and the fervor for change. In Hintuwan, we stand on the precipice of a new era, where the aspirations of the downtrodden masses yearn to be realized."

Fernando said these things with an air of urgency, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation in his home country.

"The Hintuwani proletarian has been struggling for its freedom for over one hundred years. It has waged war against countless empires, puppet-regimes, and military dictators. And it has been doing so - and please do pardon me for I mean no offense to your own revolution - for even far longer than your current socialist state's establishment. We fought side by side with the very people who are today revered as the founders of the Commonwealth government against our common Pordhesian and Doraltic oppressors. But after the wars of independence... after everything we did for this country... they cast us aside, dismantled our industries to sell to foreign compradors, and left us to die like dogs in the street."

After allowing silence to fill the air for a few moments in order for the UASR delegates to contemplate the things he had just said, he continued:

"Comrades, I need, first and foremost, for you to understand these things. Because the enemies of our revolution have spread lies like wildfire about the state of our armed struggle. They do these things to de-legitimize us and to maintain the stability of their own government. They say we are desperate while they shake in their boots at our every move; but the truth is we are not desperate, nor are we afraid. We are ready to launch one of the most serious offensives in our war against the Hintuwani government thus far and the time is almost ripe for us to come out of the shadows and proclaim the victory of socialism in Hintuwan."

Lamont suddenly brought himself to the forefront of the conversation, taking out several maps and documents from a briefcase that he had brought with him.

"The people are very clearly with us. We have more than a few hundred members in our student organizations throughout the country, most notably in the country's most esteemed institutions such as the University of Hintuwan. Our political departments report that the opinion of the armed struggle in these circles is positive and that the students will support us if we intensify our current state of fighting."

Lamont continued:

"We also have infiltrators at local levels of government, and we have used these assets to conceal our operations in several key regions of Hintuwan. As your own intelligence agents will probably have informed you already, our main theatre of operations for the past months has been the governorate of La Paz where we are currently spreading agitative propaganda and stockpiling munitions. At the same time, we have other battalions organized elsewhere in the country staging retaliatory attacks against the government: most notably in Tasikrong and Sambel province."

Lamont pointed these locations out for the UASR officials to understand.

"Your government, we know, is not maverick to class struggle and perhaps you have already guessed what we require: arms for our revolutionary fighters, support of the UASR press, and yes, training for our aspirants. Weapons shipments can be facilitated through the port city of Macapulao, where we have agents in the local port authority ready to receive them. You must also instruct your official publications to keep up its criticism of the Hintuwani government: our press in Hintuwan is heavily censored by the capitalists but we will make sure that they are distributed among our people one way or another. And as for training - since we have contacts in official institutions around the country already, we can ask them to send batches of students on "educational trips" to the UASR or neighbouring countries where they can then be assembled out of the watchful eye of the Hintuwani government and sent to basic combat training camps run by your government."

by **Mediama** » Wed Jun 14, 2023 1:38 am

Hintuwan wrote:
Mediama wrote:Mediaman Embassy, Haijing, Hintuwan
0700 local time

Nixdorf yawned as he sipped on a thermos of coffee in the embassy lobby. He had a long day ahead of him.

Upon orders from the Ministry of Defense and the Ministry of Foreign affairs, his task was simple: He along with representatives from the Royal Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines were to conduct an inspection of Hintuwan's armed services in order to assess the aid needed to bring Hintuwan up to NATO standard.

Sure enough, each of the respective representatives from each branch were waiting alongside him for their day to begin. Out of all of them, he stood out like a sore thumb being the only person not in a military uniform. It was to be a simple trip from the embassy to the presidential palace for a private meeting before the actual assessment began.

"Sir?" Nixdorf looked up at the marine sergeant. Due to the rise in terrorist attacks on Hituwanian soil, security had been beefed up within the embassy, what usually would've been a domestic police escourt had been additonally supplemented by a platoon of royal marines, the majority of them were armed with standard issued L1A1 rifles, with the exceptions being the NCO's, armed with sterling submachine guns armed in the cabin, and browning hi-powers as their sidearms. "The motorcade is waiting outside for you and the men sir. We're ready whenever you are."

Nixdorf nodded. "Very well, carry on then."

"Aye aye sir." Marines from the platoon lined up both sides of the door way, as four more flanked the procession. Waiting outside were two plain black sedans, a land rover wolf bringing up the front and the rear of the motorcade, with motorcycle cops from the Haijing police forces flanking the front and the back of the motorcade.

The drivers from each of the sedans, both marine corporals, opened up the rear doors of their respective vehicles. Nixdorf, the marine representative, and the air force representative clambered into one sedan, while the navy and army representatives clambered into the other. With a brisk shut of the doors, the marines all piled into the respective vehicles, and left the driveway. Haijingian police making way for the motorcade as they drove to the presidential palace.

With any luck, this would be the start of turning the tide against communist incursion.

Chalet Rojo
Haijing

The presidential palace was enormous, almost haughtily so, towering over all other nearby government buildings and distinguishing itself from the nearby office district by its strangely esoteric temple-like eastern facade. Security was extremely tight and wary of visitors, casting suspicion and implementing several identification tests some of which seemed completely trivial almost to the point of being Kafkaesque.

When Nixdorf and his delegation finally arrived, however, they were greeted warmly and with enthusiasm by the presidential guard who personally escorted them out of their vehicle and led them to the president's office. The pillars of the great hall were like the teeth of some long-slain behemoth, and Nixdorf was entering right into its belly. Portraits of ancient pre-colonial battles and monochromatic stills of anti-colonial revolutions lined the walls. One such photograph was particularly eye-catching and was displayed right outside of the president's door: that of a Hintuwani "Commonwealth Scout" during the 1948 civil war, looking rudded and with a rifle slung around his shoulder in the bombed-out ruins of a cathedral, praying to a burned crucifix. It was a reminder that the current government of the commonwealth, was, at some point, just a rag-tag army of guerillas too.

A guardsman announced the arrival of the Mediamen, each by name and rank, then one by one allowed them to enter the office. An exact number of seats were prepared just for them and they were sat in front of a long nara table - on which were several maps detailing the terrorists' suspected whereabouts as well as strategic classified information about the state of the Hintuwani army.

President Henry Bulalacao, hitherto facing the window and smoking a cigar, then turned his swiveling chair around to meet the distinguished gentlemen. Though senile, he remained dashing in his barong, especially with the insignia of the League of Christian-Muslim Democrats pinned proudly upon his chest.

"Gentlemen, I hope that you will forgive me if there is a lack of pomp and ceremony than what you are perhaps more used to - I do not wish to offend you at all. However, the situation is dire and I would like to get to work as soon as possible. What can I do for you today?"

Chalet Rojo
Haijing

Each of the representatives took a seat, along with Nixdorf as he adjusted his glasses. "Not at all mister president. Twelve years in the navy have taught me the values of being curt and to the point." He took out some files from his briefcase and laid them out on the table. "As you may have heard, the Mediaman Foreign Office has voiced their support in your fight against communism. I have been sent here on behalf of my government, along with representatives from each of our our armed forces, to ascertain what kind of aid and how much is needed."

He cross referenced what was given to him by MI-6 with what was posted within the room. "Based on the information our respective intelligence agencies could gather, we have a tertiary idea on what may be needed. MRAP Vehicles for more urban areas and convoy patrols, perhaps unarmored utility vehicles for the more remote areas, in addition to helicopters, aircraft, and various arms, even ships if it is deemed necesary."

He glanced at the classified documents regarding the state of the Hintuwanian military, hesitant to pick up the folder unless expressly told he was allowed to. "Furthermore, we may be able to provide more adequate training in counter-terrorism and counter-insurgency measures both through advisors on the ground, and through our training facilities back in Mediama through foreign officer training programmes. However we would get a more tailored gauge through this inspection of your forces."

Nixdorf handed over a manila folder labelled, 'classified'. "For the time being, however, we can immediately provide you with intelligence gathered by our agents in MI-6 to better coordinate COIN operations."

He pulled out another folder regarding the domestic issues Hintuwan faced that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs thought may be prudent within the conflict, "Furthermore, these types of conflicts are usually two-pronged. There is a military element, and there is a civilian element. The latter could be discussed with the ambassador. However some of the aid we can provide on that front are advisors for rural and economic development programmes, trade deals to kickstart the economy and to promote stability, educational opportunities for your youth through foreign exchange programs to promote honest leaders and citizen for democracy, and training in political warfare through propaganda and the like. On top of the various NGO's and private charity organizations that may get involved in aiding your people. I've heard the Mormons have started doing missions here."

He took a sip from his thermos. "Simply put, mister president, we stand to provide you with as much aid is needed to ensure that democracy weathers this crisis. Short of sending boots on the ground. We'll do our best to take everything into account in our assessment, but at the end of the day, whether or not this aid will be enough will be dependant on the Hintuwan people's willingness to stand up and fight for their freedoms.

Our aid shouldn't be a crutch one develops a dependance on, but a means to kickstart your government so that it becomes self-sufficiant in its fight against the insurgency, so if it ever gets to the point where we do need to send boots on the ground, we will have forces that can fight along side us, not behind us. The last thing we want is another Vietnam or another Afghanistan."

He nodded to the portraits from the 1948 civil war. "I am sure you are aware of that, your people have sacrificed a great deal for democracy, have seen enough bloodshed for one generation." He stood up and held his hand out. "Shall we get started?"

by **The Selkie** » Wed Jun 14, 2023 8:00 am

Aurora Alce, aboard the yacht Giada.
En route to Van Hoorn, La Paz Governorate, Hintuwan.
Working for the mob, especially for one of the larger syndicates, was quite a bit like government work I reflected - you had paperwork to deal with, superiors, people below you, missions... yet, I was not sure, if the Government of the Confederated City States would have sent me to Van Hoorn, La Paz Governorate, Hintuwan, both like this and at all.
'Like this' was referring to me sitting on the Sun Deck of a nearly sixty meter long motor yacht, my long, blonde hair open in the wind. I wore a bikini, considered using the small onboard pool later today, but as I was not working on my tan, I sat in the shade. The question, whether or not I should work on my tan, I had rather light skin and easily got sunburns if I was not careful, lingered on my mind for a moment, but was quickly banished by the 'at all'.
No government in their right mind would send someone to a region, where it only needed the right impulses and a civil war broke out. No government in their right mind would send someone to such a region without a very openly armed escort. No government in their right mind would send someone to a region, where crime was rampant and so was inflation, as well as corruption.
Yet, here I was.
The LCN, the largest organized crime syndicate in Lutetii, had yet to commit any major ressources to Hintuwan. We were delivering weapons to various insurgencies in the country, though. It was profitable.
The combination of a corrupt government, a thin, underfunded police force and various things to keep them occupied was a good start for profitable relations. What would not be a good start to furthering these relations would be Communists.
Don't get me wrong, communist insurgencies were fun things to keep police and military occupied, but if they succeeded, and some managed that, they usually weren't too keen on remembering who enabled their successes by selling them the weapons they had needed - at least in my experience. So, this Communist Party of Hintuwan was good to earn some money, but not too much... and not without possibly setting up some counter-insurgencies, for example by their natural ideological enemies.
Fascists.
Scum of the Earth, disgusting fascists... they, much like communists and other types of insurgents, were useful tools, when used correctly. And Uncle Antonio trusted me to use them correctly.
The LCN's leader had sent me, aboard the Giada towards Hintuwan - a legitimate businesswoman out for some business. Only that I would not be selling the CCVF's wines (well, not primarily), but rather gather intelligence, meet people, before the business end of the LCN arrived.
If they arrived, which did depend entirely on my report. Was there a potential for business? Be it as end users or as producers? Did foreign aid impact the plans and designs of the LCN? Were officials really as corrupt as it seemed? Who was there to bribe and how could we do it cheaply and effectively?
The Giada did not transport anything illegal by Hintuwani law, neither officially nor unofficially, but same could not be said about the freighter Biberzahn, officially transporting potatoes from somewhere to somewhere else and making a stopover in Van Hoorn to refuel and to take on more cargo...
...while unloading some somewhere else, far away from the watchful eye of the customs authorities. The Biberzahn was registered in Biberach, a small principality, where homeporting a ship was cheap and could not be traced back to Lutetii.
The Giada did fly the Great Guardian's Flag, though, and proudly so.
I reclined in my beach chair on the Sun Deck.
The Hintuwani Armed Forces were already active in the area, professional army - or what passed as professional, in any case. There was a travel warning for Van Hoorn out, so a secured marina or staying out of the port, transporting people to and from via tender, their own boats or via helicopter.
We did not want to rouse any suspicion by parking somewhere in the open.
At least not for now.
When we got a foothold, we might reconsider this approach. But for now, low profile - hence why I was taking the Giada, a highly representative yacht registered to the Casa di Commercio dei Viticoltori a Fortezza, the trading house of the agrarian and mining businesses around Fortezza in Lutetii...
...rumoured to be a front for the LCN, but there was no hard evidence. Besides, every larger company in Lutetii had that reputation. It might not be completely unfounded, but in this case, it was not as untrue as press releases wanted anyone to believe.
So, a businesswoman, young and (dare I say) beautiful, arriving in Van Hoorn... what would be the first step? Getting in touch with the local business, of course. The CCVF sold iron ore, lead, zinc and a few other things useful to industry, plus a whole arrangement of agrarian products, first and foremost of course wine.
Large shipments of iron ore could easily be used to hide away things, which one did not want anyone else to see. And it would get us an economic foothold.
But where to start... hm...
I opened up my laptop, typed out a small missive and hit 'sent' - sending it towards the mayor of Van Hoorn.

To: Ramon Herrera, Mayor of Van Hoorn.
From: Aurora Alce, Casa di Commercio dei Viticoltori a Fortezza.

Dear Mister Herrera,
I am certain, that this missive reaches you in a difficult time for yourself and your city, let alone your country - rampant inflation, unrest and now even a travel advisory. Truly, these are trying times, but I am sure, that a man of your caliber will be more then capable of handling the situation to the advantage of all.
But not all is lost.
I represent a trading house, the Casa di Commercio dei Viticoltori a Fortezza from Lutetii. We mostly trade in agricultural products, we are even world famous for our wines, but we also have a portfolio in mining. We have a variety of things to offer, which, together with other investments, could be useful for an economic recovery.
I would like to meet you and a plus one aboard my ship, the yacht Giada. It would be a business dinner, in which we will discuss the prospects of such investments, who to sell our products to, as well as the current situation in the La Paz Governorate. While you are of course free to bring your own bodyguard (or bodyguards), I will personally vouch for your safety and security while you are aboard my ship.

The Giada arrives in Van Hoorn in three days and I plan to remain there for the next week, maybe longer, depending on how well business goes. Please send me a reply as quickly as possible.

Signed,
Aurora Alce,
Casa di Commercio dei Viticoltori a Fortezza.

Herrera seemed like a rather upstanding man, a conservative man. 'Plus one' meant, that he could bring his wife along, if he had one, or a close business partner... hopefully the latter.
Of course, the grape juice would flow - if fermented or not was one question.
And, of course, nothing even remotely linkable to activities of the LCN would be mentioned by me.
It would be an interesting evening, I thought as I closed the laptop.

by **Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics** » Wed Jun 14, 2023 10:56 am

Revolutionary City, UASR

The officials listened on towards their comrades in front of them. Boyde taking a sip of his drink before finally replying "I see." He looked over towards Anwar al-Jaffer,who stood over the map, one hand behind his back and another resting on the table as he hunched over the map. Anwar cleared his throat before speaking "These are all things we can provide." He'd state, his fingers tracing the map as he continued. "We can get the first batch of weapons on their way as early as this week. From there, what you do with them is up to you." He'd look up towards Fernando "We will provide assault rifles, 2B14 Podnos infantry mortars, bomb making equipment and various other light and heavy machine guns we may have laying around in our stockpile." He'd place his hands behind his back before saying. "We can also provide military advisors from our special forces, who can train your troops out of uniform and fight as volunteers in your conflict.." He'd straighten his posture out before continuing "As for your educational trips, we have a base not too far from this city that can be used to educated your new cadre of students... Does this fit your needs?"

Pavel Yanovich stretched his arms out wide before clasping them together with a loud clap "Sounds like it fits to me!" He said gleefully, before looking over towards his foreign comrades. "We will continue the pressure in the press. We have the infrastructure to mass post our article, social media bots are surprisingly really easy to set up. And we have an entire team of people who pretend to be other people online. Great stuff." He'd smirk, stepping forward "How about it. Do we have an arrangement?"

by **Hintuwan** » Wed Jun 14, 2023 10:28 pm

Mediama wrote:-snip-

"My ministers have assured me that, for the most part, we have the firepower to deal with the insurgent threat in its current state," replied President Bulalacao. "However, should there be gaps in our inventory we will not hesitate to take you up on your generous offer. I suspect that our current stocks of armored personnel carriers may reach a critical point if we are to proceed with major clearing operations in known rebel base areas. We have intelligence that suggests the rebels have acquired a new shipload of rocket-propelled guns and while we work on cutting their supply chain we must be careful. Furthermore, I have been informed that we will need to modernize our artillery systems as many of our own dates back to the Imperial War at least. This will simply not suffice if indeed we exceed our current stocks of artillery shells, if we ask for more from your government we will need canons of the correct caliber."

The president looked over the manila folder handed to him by Nixdorf.

"As for this matter... you have my government's approval for your MI-6 to commence operations that will advance our current counter-insurgency efforts in La Paz. I am not ashamed to admit that your people have more experience in this line of work than ours and so I am ready to provide a degree of operational independence, so long as they remain subordinate to our shared goal of eliminating this red menace. You will answer to Major-General Kepe Sofia Sawanming Ramirez, commander of the 33rd Hintuwani Infantry Division. She is our chief of operations in the region and I suggest that you pay her a visit at her headquarters, F.O.B Mangalagar, in Van Hoorn. You can set up a field office there, closer to the frontline. She knows the insurgent situation better than I do and I'm sure she will provide you with all of the resources you need."

President Bulalacao opened one of the filing cabinets in his office and presented the Mediamen with a document.

"Now, you mentioned that you are willing to collaborate with us on an economic program and I am glad you brought this up... I have here for you, gentlemen, a list of companies and non-profit organizations that I would like to ask your government to invest in. These have been curated by our own Ministry of Industrial Development already - for your own convenience - so there is no need for you to do any further research at all. We project that we will be able to create at least 100,000 jobs through these targeted investments and this will keep people's minds off of insurgency and keep them on their own work."

The list was over 10 pages long and seems to have been aggregated by the projected value of each organization after investment. It included all sorts of information on what sectors the companies belonged to, which regions of the country they were based in, and how many jobs they were expected to create. Some of the entities with the biggest investment asks included:

Cabalagdag Railways Corporation
Salamyaing Farms, Inc.
Dumayabas Mining and Power Corporation
Luntian Wellness Foundation
Voice of Hintuwan Television Network
Chico Rubber Plantation Corporation
Amorin-Leyton Foundation for Youth Employment

Bulalacao smirked confidently, expecting nothing less than the Mediamen's approval. He then turned to Nixdorf.

"I assure you that the Hintuwani people have had a long tradition of standing up for their freedoms, and as their president I speak for all of them when I say that we have no intention of backing down now. My people are tired of all of this needless violence and will support any initiatives we take to root out the communist threat."

by **Mediama** » Wed Jun 14, 2023 11:44 pm

Hintuwan wrote:
Mediama wrote:-snip-

"My ministers have assured me that, for the most part, we have the firepower to deal with the insurgent threat in its current state," replied President Bulalacao. "However, should there be gaps in our inventory we will not hesitate to take you up on your generous offer. I suspect that our current stocks of armored personnel carriers may reach a critical point if we are to proceed with major clearing operations in known rebel base areas. We have intelligence that suggests the rebels have acquired a new shipload of rocket-propelled guns and while we work on cutting their supply chain we must be careful. Furthermore, I have been informed that we will need to modernize our artillery systems as many of our own dates back to the Imperial War at least. This will simply not suffice if indeed we exceed our current stocks of artillery shells, if we ask for more from your government we will need canons of the correct caliber."

The president looked over the manila folder handed to him by Nixdorf.

"As for this matter... you have my government's approval for your MI-6 to commence operations that will advance our current counter-insurgency efforts in La Paz. I am not ashamed to admit that your people have more experience in this line of work than ours and so I am ready to provide a degree of operational independence, so long as they remain subordinate to our shared goal of eliminating this red menace. You will answer to Major-General Kepe Sofia Sawanming Ramirez, commander of the 33rd Hintuwani Infantry Division. She is our chief of operations in the region and I suggest that you pay her a visit at her headquarters, F.O.B Mangalagar, in Van Hoorn. You can set up a field office there, closer to the frontline. She knows the insurgent situation better than I do and I'm sure she will provide you with all of the resources you need."

President Bulalacao opened one of the filing cabinets in his office and presented the Mediamen with a document.

"Now, you mentioned that you are willing to collaborate with us on an economic program and I am glad you brought this up... I have here for you, gentlemen, a list of companies and non-profit organizations that I would like to ask your government to invest in. These have been curated by our own Ministry of Industrial Development already - for your own convenience - so there is no need for you to do any further research at all. We project that we will be able to create at least 100,000 jobs through these targeted investments and this will keep people's minds off of insurgency and keep them on their own work."

The list was over 10 pages long and seems to have been aggregated by the projected value of each organization after investment. It included all sorts of information on what sectors the companies belonged to, which regions of the country they were based in, and how many jobs they were expected to create. Some of the entities with the biggest investment asks included:

Cabalagdag Railways Corporation
Salamyaing Farms, Inc.
Dumayabas Mining and Power Corporation
Luntian Wellness Foundation
Voice of Hintuwan Television Network
Chico Rubber Plantation Corporation
Amorin-Leyton Foundation for Youth Employment

Bulalacao smirked confidently, expecting nothing less than the Mediamen's approval. He then turned to Nixdorf.

"I assure you that the Hintuwani people have had a long tradition of standing up for their freedoms, and as their president I speak for all of them when I say that we have no intention of backing down now. My people are tired of all of this needless violence and will support any initiatives we take to root out the communist threat."

"That is very reassuring to hear at the very least, mister president." Nixdorf said as he read through the given folder, then closed it. "As I mentioned before, matters such as trade and the like will be sorted out with the Mediaman Embassy, I will pass this on to Ambassador Grant, and we'll see what we can do. And while we remain confident in your government's capabilities in putting this list together mister president, our trade attache will take a look at it further to make sure these businesses and charities are... independant." He then motioned for the president to keep the MI-6 intelligence report and the Hintuwanian domestic issues assessment.

He wrote down a few notes regarding the need for modernized artillery. "I'll keep the need for mondernized artillery in mind in our assessment, we should be able to acquire some artillery pieces from the United States to ship to your forces, ranging from howitzers, self-propelled guns, to full on HIMARS if the need arises. And as mentioned earlier, we can provided training for your artillery crews and your officers in the deployment and use of said artillery, again through advisors, and through training at the Mediaman Army Artillery Training Centre in Centurial.

Additonally, as mentioned before, we can provide training for your maritime forces, law enforcement, and military on contraband intradiction to ensure that your efforts to intercept such weapons is as effective as possible. Our coast guard and navy have gained quite the experience over time."

He stood up to leave, gathering his documents into his briefcase and closing the snaps. "If you recommend we talk with the CO in charge of operations at the center of the issue, I've no reason to disregard it. I'll start there and see where it goes. We'll try to get aid to you as expediently as we can mister president. The sooner you have capable, well-equipped men, the better."

After some pleasantries and handshakes, the group reported back to the Mediaman embassy to hand over the matters of trade and international aid to Ambassador Grant.

"What do you think of the Hintuwanian's so far, Finn?"

"Can't judge them all by just one person sir. If I had to guess though, they've been pretty cordial so far. The president claims that his people have the will to fight for their democracy, let's see if this assessment back up his claim."

Ambassador Grant nodded, "I'll see if our trade attache could do some snooping on that list, if it all looks legit, we'll shoot it back to Illustrantia for parliamentary approval."

Nixdorf nodded back and made his way out of the ambassador's office towards the door, "Well, wish me luck. Hopefully we don't bump into any guerillas on the way over to Van Hoorn."

"Fair winds and following seas, captain." Nixdorf chuckled as he closed the door to Grant's office. It was time to go to the field, whatever gets collected there could determine the outcome of Mediama's contribution to the war at large.

Whatever case Major-General Ramierez builds up will have to be a solid one.

by **Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics** » Thu Jun 15, 2023 1:40 am

“In the fight for complete liberation the oppressed people rely first of all on their own struggle and then, and only then, on international assistance. The people who have triumphed in their own revolution should help those still struggling for liberation. This is our internationalist duty. ”
DOWN WITH THE REACTIONARY REGIME OF HINTUWAN

Editorial by the People's Tribune Board.

Massacres and slaughters.

This is what characterizes the armed forces of the so-called Hintuwan Commonwealth, which is less of a military and more of a gang of thugs working for wealthy landlords and their ilk.

This so-called military and its police allies have engaged in mass arbitrary detentions of peasants, farmers and activists. Red-tagging anyone who may dares criticizes ANY policy of the regime and having them subsequently killed. Then, this thuggish military drops weapons and gear on the corpses and claims a victory in their battle against Communism! As if the masses are foolish enough to fall for such theatrics. Loved ones can recognize the faces of their fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters and know they were caught in the wrong place and murdered by a military that seeks to dominate and not liberate.

All of this for the so-called "War on Communism."

Comrades should note, it was socialists and communists who sacrificed blood and tears to help build an independent Hintuwan. A Hintuwan who's independence was immediately subjugated and thwarted by neocolonialism, martial law and inter-imperialist rivalry.

The Communist Party of Albandry (APA) joins the Hintuwanese people in condemning the Bulalacao regime and its rubberstamp congress for it's blatant nepotism, it's thievery of state funds into the personal pockets of wealthy land-lords, rampant vote buying and disintegrated democracy that targets farmers and indigenous communities.. Money generated in Hintuwan is either stolen by the kleptocrats in charge, or funneled to imperialist powers who plunder the nation's economy.

Henry Bulalacao is a fascist in all senses of the word. The so-called President echoes the rhetoric of the Cagalanganista dictatorship. And shows no sign of stopping itself from slipping into a violent and terrible past.

The people of Hintuwan must untied with the Communists, Farmers and workers to form a NATIONAL DEMOCRATIC FRONT (NDF)

Under the shared banner of New Democracy can the people break the shackles of dictatorship and establish a new..free and prosperous Hintuwan.

by **Hintuwan** » Thu Jun 15, 2023 10:57 am

1983

Ramon Herrera sat hunched over his desk in his dimly lit cubicle within the Ministry of Defense, his tired eyes scanning through stacks of paperwork. It was the era of the Cagalanganista dictatorship, a time of political oppression and rampant corruption that had gripped the nation. Ramon, then just a lowly government clerk, witnessed the harrowing transformation of his country and the erosion of its very moral fabric.

In his early days as a clerk, Ramon was idealistic and believed in the power of honest governance. As a boy he had grown up in a society with a long history of dynastic rule, witnessing firsthand the vast disparities between the ruling elite and the common people especially in the wake of the destruction left behind by the Hintuwani Civil War. In those days the monarchy, with its opulence and privilege, had become the ultimate symbol of the entrenched inequality and injustice that plagued the nation. And oh how greatly Ramon despised them.

He remembered the days of great scarcity: how the lights would flicker intermittently within his own home, how the water coming out of the faucets would occasionally be of a yellow-brownish tinge, how sometimes lunch would merely be a bowl of rice flavored with salt because meat was too expensive to afford. All this inequality and yet his entire clan would drop to the feet of the Lakan and his cronies whenever they happened to be in town. What dogs - nay, what fools - thought Ramon! He would strive to be different. He would see these pretenders for who they really were. They all would.

Upon reaching the cusp of adulthood, Ramon slowly began to distance himself from his family and become a card-carrying member of the Hintuwani Constitutionalist Party (HCP) - a group that sought to dismantle the Hintuwani monarchy and in its place establish a republic. Ramon had dreams of serving his people with integrity, believing that he could make a difference from within the system. He had heard the fiery speeches of President Cagalangan as he railed against the corruption that gripped the Commonwealth in those early days, and was one of those applauding his successes the hardest. But as the dictatorship tightened its grip, Ramon quickly realized the harsh reality of the regime that he had inadvertently helped bring to power.

Ramon's colleagues, once dedicated public servants, had succumbed to the allure of bribery and deceit. The dictator's cronies occupied influential positions, using their power to enrich themselves at the expense of the people. Witnessing this blatant abuse of authority day in and day out, Ramon's faith in the system crumbled.

One fateful day, Ramon stumbled upon evidence of a high-level corruption scandal involving a prominent government official. His heart pounded with a mix of fear and anger as he realized the magnitude of the rot within the government. Should he expose the truth and risk retaliation, or stay silent and protect himself?

Haunted by the fear of reprisal, Ramon chose self-preservation. He discreetly destroyed the evidence, burying the truth beneath layers of deceit. It was in that moment that a seed of distrust took root in his soul. He saw corruption as the only path to survival and advancement in a system rotten to its core.

As the years passed, Ramon ascended the ranks, using his cunning and manipulation to accumulate wealth and power. He mastered the art of greasing palms, forging alliances with corrupt officials, and turning a blind eye to the suffering of the people he once vowed to serve.

The dictatorship fell, replaced by a semblance of democracy, but Ramon's distrust had become deeply ingrained. He saw politicians come and go, each promising change and reform, only to succumb to the same temptations that plagued the previous regime. It reinforced his belief that power was a game of manipulation, and morality was a luxury he could not afford.

With each dishonest transaction and illicit deal, Ramon became more entangled in the web of corruption he had once despised. His heart grew callous, his conscience buried under layers of deceit. The idealistic clerk had transformed into a man driven by self-interest and a deep-rooted distrust of authority.

Now, as mayor of Van Hoorn, he reigned over his fiefdom with an iron fist, using his power to amass wealth and silence any opposition. The people he was supposed to represent became mere pawns in his pursuit of personal gain. The wounds of his past experiences festered, fueling his hunger for control and dominance.

As Ramon gazed out from his luxurious office window, the city he ruled sprawled before him. He saw the poverty-stricken neighborhoods, the crumbling infrastructure, and the despair in the eyes of the forgotten citizens. But he remained indifferent, his heart shielded by the armor of corruption that had become his armor.

In the depths of his soul, Ramon Herrera knew that he had become the embodiment of the very system he once despised. The scars of his past had shaped him into a man who saw corruption as a means of survival, a twisted path he could no longer deviate from.

Van Hoorn
Present Day

The Selkie wrote:-snip-

Mayor Herrera sat in his office, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and the lingering stress of managing the city's economic challenges. As he sifted through the various documents, a letter caught his attention. It was elegantly sealed with the emblem of Casa di Commercio dei Viticoltori a Fortezza, renowned for their agricultural products and fine wines. Intrigued, he carefully opened the envelope and began to read.

The contents of the letter described the trading house's interest in forging a potential trade deal with the city, highlighting their diverse portfolio that included mining ventures alongside their renowned wines. The mention of a dinner invitation to discuss the details piqued Mayor Herrera's curiosity. He couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope at the prospect of an economic opportunity for his struggling city.

As he absorbed the words on the page, his mind began to envision the possibilities. The city had been grappling with a stagnant economy, and the idea of partnering with a renowned trading house from overseas brought a renewed sense of optimism. Mayor Herrera saw it as a chance to breathe life back into the community, to create jobs, and stimulate growth. Maybe even secure him a second term.

The weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders. He knew that any decision made in the pursuit of economic recovery would have far-reaching consequences. The mayor pondered the potential risks and rewards, weighing the benefits of diversifying the city's industries with the reputation and expertise of Casa di Commercio dei Viticoltori a Fortezza.

Mayor Herrera's expression transformed from one of weariness to a determined resolve. He saw this letter as a beacon of opportunity, a glimmer of hope for a city in need. With a renewed sense of purpose, he promptly drafted a response, expressing his gratitude for the offer and accepting the invitation to the dinner. In his reply, he stressed the importance of collaboration and emphasized his commitment to exploring all avenues for economic recovery. Mayor Herrera recognized that engaging in meaningful discussions with potential partners like Casa di Commercio dei Viticoltori a Fortezza was an essential step forward.

With the letter sealed and ready to be sent, Mayor Herrera couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The fate of his city lay in the balance, and he knew that the forthcoming dinner would not only shape their economic future but also serve as a symbol of resilience and determination.

In the lavish bedroom of the Herrera mansion, Mayor Ramon Herrera stood before a full-length mirror, his reflection obscured by a cloud of uncertainty. Isabella Herrera, his wife, gracefully moved towards him, a sense of purpose in her eyes. She held his formal suit, ready to assist him in dressing for the important dinner with Casa di Commercio dei Viticoltori a Fortezza representatives.

Ramon's hands trembled as he stared at the suit, the weight of his corrupt actions pressing heavily upon him. Isabella recognized the turmoil within him and approached, her delicate touch soothing his troubled spirit. She slipped her arm around his, guiding him towards the chair in front of the mirror.

"Ramon, my love, you have nothing to worry about," Isabella whispered, her voice laced with a subtle reassurance. "Tonight's dinner is a crucial opportunity, and we must present ourselves with confidence and poise. Together, we can navigate any situation."

As Ramon sank into the chair, his eyes met Isabella's in the reflection of the mirror. Her presence provided a temporary respite from the guilt and doubts that plagued him. He realized that he relied on her unwavering support to maintain his façade of power and influence.

Isabella began to meticulously button Ramon's crisp white shirt, her movements smooth and practiced. She adjusted his tie with deft fingers, creating the perfect knot that exuded an air of sophistication. Her touch seemed to infuse him with a false sense of invincibility, temporarily obscuring the consequences of his corrupt deeds.

"There," Isabella declared with a faint smile, stepping back to admire her work. "You look impeccable, Ramon. The epitome of a powerful and charismatic leader."

Ramon studied his reflection, his face revealing a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. He knew that Isabella played an instrumental role in maintaining their opulent lifestyle, even if it meant descending further into a web of deceit and moral compromise. Her unwavering support fueled his ambition, even as it perpetuated his corruption.

"Thank you, Isabella," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of guilt. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Isabella's smile widened, her eyes reflecting a blend of satisfaction and ambition. She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss on Ramon's cheek. "We are a team, my love," she whispered. "Together, we will overcome any obstacle. And we'll finally get that voice in Haijing that we've been working all our lives for."

A servant knocked on the half-open bedroom door, and Isabella gestured for him to enter.

"Señor, your chauffeur has informed me that your ride has been prepared and is ready to go as soon as you are ready."

As the couple prepared to leave for the dinner, the weight of their shared secrets hung heavily in the air. United in their pursuit of power, Ramon and Isabella Herrera concealed their true intentions behind a carefully constructed facade, their ambitions forever intertwined in a dance of corruption and ambition.

by **Hintuwan** » Thu Jun 15, 2023 12:03 pm

Chalet Rojo
Haijing

Mediama wrote:-snip-

As President Bulalacao waved the Mediamen attachés' cars goodbye from the footsteps of the presidential palace, he was greeted from behind by his deputy, Vice President Payakareik Batrieng.

"How did it go?"

The president sighed with relief.

"They're willing to send us everything we asked them for. But they want to look into the list. As I told you they would."

Payakareik scratched his head. "Fuck."

The two statesmen headed back inside the palace and wandered for a bit around the great hall.

"So," murmured the vice president. "I hope it's at least worth it. That deal you totally didn't make with Madwoman Mayumi."

"You know as well as I do that we won't survive the midterms without the support of the liberals," the president retorted. "And in any case everything's spotless. I've had Guillermo look over the paperwork personally, and the MP's using more shell companies than a matryoshka doll. It's all squeaky clean. Even if the Mediamen decide to withhold funds we still have plan B."

"And you're sure it'll work?" asked Payakareik.

"Nothing's ever completely certain. But they'll do it sooner or later. Because otherwise they'll look like nothing but complete bloodthirsty warmongers to their own people. So in the end, their own media will do our dirty work for us," replied the president. "They'll play ball, if for no other reason than to keep up appearances."

Later that day, the president would curl up on the couch in the comfort of his living room couch and read the headlines while sipping a mug of coffee.

"WORLD BANK DECREASES HINTUWAN'S CREDIT RATING AS DEBT CONTINUES TO RISE"
"AHFB CHAIRMAN STIRS UP PARLIAMENT OVER COMMUNIST CRISIS, BLAMES PRESIDENT"
"UNEMPLOYMENT RATE SOARS, STOCK MARKET PLUMMETS, INVESTORS FEAR PROLONGED RECESSION"

Suddenly, a staffer burst into the room with another newspaper.

"Mr. President, the latest issue of the People's Tribune, as per your request."

President Bulalacao violently grabbed the paper out of his aide's hand.

"I hope you didn't read any of that commie gobbledygook on your way in," he snarked.

Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics wrote:Comrades should note, it was socialists and communists who sacrificed blood and tears to help build an independent Hintuwan. A Hintuwan who's independence was immediately subjugated and thwarted by neocolonialism, martial law and inter-imperialist rivalry.

Free? Independent? In what universe? Those reds would have sold us out to the Aprosians the first chance that they could get. We would have been a vassal-state, again! Not unlike any that would have preceded it. Not unlike anything at all, all the way back to Doravo, Henry told himself.

While we built schools, dams, electrical grids, factories... All they could think about was how to make muck out everything we had fought so hard for during the revolution. Yes times were hard, but they were hard on all of us! What gave them the right to be the first to break bread while the rest of us starved? Their guns, apparently. God, if these schoolboys had met a real communist back in those days. It would terrify them.

Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics wrote:Henry Bulalacao is a fascist in all senses of the word. The so-called President echoes the rhetoric of the Cagalanganista dictatorship. And shows no sign of stopping itself from slipping into a violent and terrible past.

I've certainly heard that one before, Henry thought. But what was I supposed to do? The liberals were but a mouthpiece for their Doraltian financiers. The leftists had their hands tied by the bill of rights. The royalists would rather see the country starve than give up an iota of imperial privilege. Cagalangan... that man... he was the only man with the balls to do what was necessary. To save our country. We could have revoked the Restoration of Titles Act once and for all. We could have been a republic again... proud and free. Now the chance will never come again.

Henry slumped back into his couch, contemplating all the things he'd done and should have done.

Not in my lifetime anyway.

by **Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics** » Thu Jun 15, 2023 12:40 pm

The Port of Lipeliky, Far East Republic, UASR

Lipeliky was one of many ports that dotted the extensive coasts of the UASR and like many other workplaces in the UASR during this period, political symbolism dug its tendrils deep into the facility. Red flags adorned nearly every building, with a large board near the central offices of the port bearing crudely written criticisms, political slogans and revolutionary graffiti. After a morning meeting, criticism session and study session, workers quickly moved forward with their daily tasks. Loading cargo onto container ships, unloading cargo from other container ships, transporting the goods in and around the local area.

Dozens of large cargo ships sat at the Lipeliky dock, it would of been another day of exports and imports if it weren't for the fact that there was an unusual military presence surrounding a handful of unmarked and particularly old ships. Rows and rows of military transport trucks sat idly as soldiers of the People's Army unloaded what seemed liked an endless amount of wooden crates from the trucks, into large metal containers.

Troops stood guard, rifles tightly clenched in hand as cranes lifted large containers from the docks and onto the ships. The dockworkers moving quickly and safely to make sure the cargo was loaded on neatly and orderly.
The ships themselves were operated by members of Albandry's navy, though they worked out of their traditional uniform in unmarked bright orange fatigues, rushing from one end of the ship to the other to make sure the cargo was fastly secured. Meanwhile, the simple and generic tricolor of blue white and red was hoisted on the ship's flag posts. As far as anyone would be concerned, this was a ship engaging in routine commerce..At least from the outside.

Boarding the ship were a large number of men, dressed in casual clothing for the most part, minus the beanies and aviators. One of them was Andrew Mondegreen. He was a member of the Red Wolfs, a often unspoken special forces service for the UASR that answered to the Ministry for State Security. His mission was simple, to embed himself with the guerillas of Hintuwan and act as a political and military advisor to their guerilla war. He was joined by some 100 other men of the same caliber, high specialized, well trained and most importantly: discrete.

In his Cabin, Mondegreen was already quickly packing his items away for the long haul when his roommate entered. A young and enthusiastic Mark Zimonov, who greeted Andrew with "Ah! Comrade! Good to see you are already on the way to packing."

"Of course I am" Andrew replied, too busy focusing on his packing. He didn't like the new guys. "You should of been too, if you weren't too busy flirting with the dock workers."

"What can I say? The most beautiful woman find themselves working the hardest jobs." Mark quipped, a smug grin plastered upon his face. This irritated Mondegreem, who quickly turned towards the newbie and aggressively retorted "Perhaps our mission isn't clear to you. We are to be discrete. And there is nothing discrete about trying to hook up last minute." He'd growl, placing a hand on his hip before adding "Do yourself a favor rookie. Follow orders. I know you had an impressive record in the military, but State Security works differently. Get used to it, or I will bury you in the jungle myself."

Mark raised his hands into the air defensively, a nervous and sheepish grin plastered on his face as he replied "Okay! Okay! Gotcha, discrete. Sure thing boss." He said, quickly getting to packing up his bunk area..

It wasn't long before the ships began to make sail, their loud foghorns blaring as they steamed through the port, passed the gateway of mountains and into the great see beyond. Next stop: Macapulao.

by **Hintuwan** » Thu Jun 15, 2023 10:10 pm

Macapulao

In the dimly lit meeting room of a small noodle shop in the heart of Macapulao, the air was heavy with anticipation. The news of support from the Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics (UASR) had reached the party's leadership, and a sense of excitement and determination permeated the atmosphere.

Seated around a weathered table, the party leaders listened intently as their chairman, Rodrigo Palangman, addressed the gathering. His voice carried the weight of years of struggle and the hope of a brighter future. He spoke of the significance of the UASR's support, emphasizing the importance of international solidarity in their fight against the oppressive regime that had held Hintuwan in its grip for far too long.

"The UASR's support is a powerful symbol of unity," Rodrigo declared, his eyes shining with conviction. "It is a testament to the shared ideals and aspirations of the global working class. We must seize this opportunity to strengthen our movement, to rally our comrades, and to forge ahead with renewed vigor."

As his words settled in the room, the leaders of the Communist Party of Hintuwan exchanged glances, their faces reflecting a mix of determination, hope, and cautious optimism. They knew that the support of the UASR carried both opportunities and challenges. They understood that their struggle was far from over, but they also recognized the potential it held to tip the scales in their favor.

Chinbi Myawaddy, a fiery orator known for her passionate speeches, rose from her seat. Her voice resonated with unwavering determination as she addressed the gathering. "Comrades, let us not forget the sacrifices we have made, the comrades we have lost, and the suffering of our people under the yoke of oppression. The UASR's support is not just a gift; it is a call to action, a call to intensify our efforts and fight for the liberation of our beloved Hintuwan!"

The room erupted with fervent applause, a chorus of determination and resolve. The leaders knew that this support from the UASR came with great responsibility. They were aware that they must prove themselves worthy of the trust bestowed upon them. The road ahead would be treacherous, filled with obstacles and dangers, but the vision of a just society fueled their determination.

Over the following weeks, the party leaders meticulously planned their strategy, incorporating the lessons learned from past struggles and the guidance offered by their comrades in the UASR. They organized grassroots campaigns, spreading their message of hope and equality to the farthest corners of Hintuwan. They mobilized their supporters, engaging in peaceful protests and strikes to challenge the oppressive regime.

As the UASR's support became more visible, the party's ranks swelled with new recruits, energized by the prospect of change. The red flags of the Hintuwani Communist Party fluttered defiantly in the wind, a symbol of their unwavering commitment to the cause.

However, they also faced the harsh realities of their struggle. The oppressive regime responded with increased repression and surveillance, attempting to quell the rising tide of dissent. The party leaders knew they had to be vigilant, to adapt their tactics, and to protect their comrades from the regime's reach.

Through it all, the support of the UASR served as a beacon of hope, a reminder that they were not alone in their fight. It bolstered their spirits, providing a renewed sense of purpose and determination. The partnership between the Hintuwani Communist Party and the UASR became a symbol of the global struggle for justice, inspiring oppressed people across the world to stand up and fight for their rights.

by **Allanea** » Mon Jun 19, 2023 7:40 am

Tulip Canal, Liberty-City

The boat glided gently through the canal, its motor shut off, the vessel simply drifting along with the water’s flow. It was a minor canal, perhaps a dozen yards wide, and so noise of passers-by and vehicles was not interfering between the conversation of the two men.

Neither man wore a uniform – one was an older man, bald-headed, dressed in a pair of faded denims a size too large and a light-green t-shirt that had the emblem of a sports team on it, and the other one was a younger one, in a dark-brown leather jacket and dark-blue pants with far too many pockets.

Yet both were soldiers – one was General Alexei Kalugin, commander of the Organization for Armed Shenanigan, and the other one was Captain Stephen Vaughan, an analyst with the same.

“The thing to understand about insurgencies,” – spoke Kalugin – “is that they cannot evolve in a situation where everything is going alright. Maggots don’t normally jump on a person is wholly healthy and start eating their flesh – they turn up when there’s an open, rotting wound.”

“Thank you for that mental image, General.”

“I do what I can. But key to this understanding is this: a functional state, doesn’t matter what its inclination is - libertarian, classical liberal, social-democrat, communist, fascist, good, bad – operates not just on force, but on its ability to command loyalty and to collect some information – “

“But –“

“A moment, Stephen, if I may. Obviously some states have restrictions where they can’t read your mail or can’t fix a mood reader device to your head. In Allanea obviously we need a warrant to search your house and so forth. But in any country if there was a group organizing to fight the state the police would know about it before it was a genuine threat to the state. It wouldn’t be possible for them to hold their training in secret, to raise men – in secret, and so on. They could cause some problems, they could blow things up or even shoot mortars at the government buildings but to have a genuine insurgency you need to have something else: you need to have safe havens. Holes.”

“Holes, sir?”

“Some kind of holes, yes. In a physical sense you have of course heard about safe havens – areas in a country where insurgents can train and prepare their attacks and so on. Now I want you to imagine holes in the fabric of society, holes that are less specific areas on the map but holes in a country’s fabric of mutual loyalty and legitimacy. People who no longer respect the state, or no longer see its police as representatives of the law. Some of them may not actively resist the state, but they might be unwilling to tell you where the rebel fighters fled, or they have no moral objections to selling them supplies. Or there might be government officials who are corrupt enough to only see their state office as a venue for personal profit and getting better jobs for their cousins, or what-have- you.”

“And then everything comes apart.”

“Yes. Yes. The center cannot hold. The information that is meant to travel through the nerves does not go to the brain. The state might have authoritarian laws but people no longer obey them if a cop breaks eye contact with them. The laws might be good or bad, the cops might be smart or stupid, but that ceases to matter.”

“So the safe havens may not necessarily be physical ones, they might even be in the same city that the state’s police and soldiers are based.”

“Yes. Poverty, disease, crumbling infrastructure, all of these contribute. Which is why you’re going to Hintuwan.”

“You want me to find the holes.”

“That’s right. Get a research team together. Epidemiology, economics, sociology, strategy, IMINT. See what you can find. We will then see what we can do. Sometimes there is nothing.”

* * *

To: Gen. (ret.) Parasaligan Daclan, Minister of Defense, the Commonwealth of Hintuwan
From: Colonel Stephen Vaughan, Ministry of War, Free Kingdom of Allanea
Subject: Assistance

Dear Sir!

I am Colonel Stephen Vaughan, an officer with the Ground Forces Command Academy in the Free Kingdom Armed Forces. The Free Kingdom Ministry of War wishes to offer your nation initial military assistance in the form of a team of six men and women, commanded by myself, to serve as expert in different topics. (I am an instructor at the GRCA, my expertise is Joint arms Warfare). Experts epidemiology, sociology, economics, strategy, and IMINT will be placed under my command. We will work from a location designated by your organization, and will work to develop an actionable operation plan for Free Kingdom financial, infrastructural, logistics, humanitarian, and possibly also kinetic, assistance to your government based on our findings.

Awaiting your swift response,

Yours,

Col. Stephen Vaughan.

by **Hintuwan** » Sun Jul 23, 2023 9:01 pm

Allanea wrote:-snip-

Haijing

General Daclan sat at his desk in the Ministry of Defense, carefully reading the letter from Colonel Stephen Vaughan of the Free Kingdom of Allanea. The offer of initial military assistance was unexpected but intriguing. He knew that in the face of the economic crisis and the communist insurgency, Hintuwan could benefit from outside expertise and support.

After contemplating the proposal for a moment, General Daclan leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with thoughts of the potential benefits and risks. Having experts in various fields, especially those of epidemiology, sociology, economics, strategy, and IMINT, could provide invaluable insights into the challenges they were facing.

He admired the Colonel's proactive approach, offering to work with their organization and develop an actionable operation plan for assistance. The mention of financial, infrastructural, logistics, humanitarian, and possibly kinetic aid showed a comprehensive understanding of the complexities they were dealing with.

General Daclan knew that any decision regarding foreign assistance should be carefully considered. There were potential risks of sharing sensitive information and potential vulnerabilities to the nation's security. But at the same time, the offer held the promise of gaining valuable knowledge and expertise to address the ongoing crisis and strengthen the nation's defense capabilities.

The Allaneans had proven themselves to be capable allies in other conflicts and indeed had considerable favor among Hintuwani people for their bold stance against communist aggression, but the General's Hintuwani-born instincts of being cautious of ultracapitalist nations was something he considered as well. After all, it was only a century ago when a similarly powerful country offered its "assistance" to the Hintuwani revolution against the Pordhesian Empire only to end up colonizing Hintuwan with as much force and tyranny as their predecessors. As Minister of Defense, it was his job to consider such risks before presenting any plans to the President and something inside of him was telling him that the Allaneans were not being sensitive enough about the complex historical and economic precedents which the situation called for.

If the Hintuwani agreed to Allanea's offer, would it be so much advice that they would be rendering or supervision? Would they find a solution amicable to the unique situation of Hintuwan or try to impose their own based on their experiences in foreign conflicts?

At the very least he thought, he should sit down with them as the President sat down with the Mediamen, before any hasty decision to accept assistance was made.

Thus, General Daclan picked up a pen and began to compose his response to Colonel Stephen Vaughan:

"Colonel Vaughan,

I appreciate your offer of assistance on behalf of the Free Kingdom of Allanea. Your expertise and the skills of your team are indeed of great interest to us, particularly during these challenging times. Your comprehensive approach to financial, infrastructural, logistics, humanitarian, and kinetic assistance aligns with our goals to address the current economic crisis and counter the communist insurgency.

However, I must also convey that any foreign assistance must be undertaken with the utmost caution and consideration of our nation's security and sovereignty. Before proceeding, I propose that we arrange a meeting to discuss the specifics of your team's mandate and the terms of engagement. We will need to establish clear protocols for information sharing and ensure that the safety and confidentiality of sensitive data are maintained.

I suggest that we hold this meeting at a designated secure location, either in your own country or mine, to ensure the utmost discretion. Please advise on your availability, and we can proceed to finalize the details.

I look forward to discussing this further and exploring the potential collaboration between our nations.

Respectfully,

Gen. (ret.) Parasaligan Daclan
Minister of Defense, Commonwealth of Hintuwan"

General Daclan signed the letter, sealing it in an envelope. He knew that this decision could shape the future of Hintuwan, and he would proceed with care and prudence. The offer of assistance presented an opportunity, and he was determined to navigate it wisely for the benefit of his nation.

by **Hintuwan** » Sun Jul 23, 2023 9:58 pm

10:30 a.m., HBS-PEC News Channel (HNC)

[Opening scene: HNC News intro with a billboard of all the network's major broadcasters]

News Presenter: "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Teodoro Rômbang. You're watching Overview, bringing you the country's latest news, seven days a week. Here are the latest headlines for today, 24th of July, 2023:"

[Headline: KB Signs New Law on Education Reform and Creates "Deradicalization Curriculum"]

"The Kapulungang Bayan today approved a bill aimed at enhancing the quality of education in Hintuwan and prepare Hintuwani students for the future. The initiatives include increased funding for school infrastructure, teacher training, and the implementation of technology-based learning methods. Importantly, it would also introduce a special 'deradicalization curriculum' for students living in conflict-affected areas which would teach children about the dangers of subscribing to authoritarian ideologies - particularly that of communism."

[Headline: Economic Recovery Efforts Gain Traction]

"Despite the ongoing political challenges, the government's comprehensive economic recovery plan is showing promising early results. The stock market has rebounded with a growth of 12% in the last quarter, and foreign direct investments have surged by 25%. Some have attributed this to a relatively sustained low-intensity period of fighting in La Paz Governorate. These positive trends are bolstering the nation's economic resilience in the face of uncertainties. Controversy arose however when plans by the Minister of Industrial Development to drastically scale back interest rates from 17.5% to 10% before December in order to promote business before the onset of Christmas season, were recently leaked to the public. Finance watchdogs in parliament are warning that such a decision could leave the country in a massive amount of deficit if implemented and could force the government to have to scale back critically-demanded social programs."

[Headline: New Annecy Pirates 2-0 Against the Turks]

"In a thrilling football match on Sunday evening, FC Carandang "New Annecy Pirates" secured a commanding victory over the FC Sultan Dawud "Turks" with a final score of 2-0. The match, held at the vibrant Carandang Stadium, showcased impressive performances from both teams, but FC Carandang's skilled attack and solid defense proved to be the deciding factor. The roaring cheers from the enthusiastic fans echoed throughout the stadium as FC Carandang's star striker Jared Kerikalkata netted two spectacular goals, leaving FC Sultan Dawud struggling to catch up. This impressive win cements FC Carandang's position as a formidable contender in the league and adds to their growing momentum in the ongoing national football season."

"Let's now go to our correspondent Natalie Hapyaytha with the latest news on the education reforms that the Hintuwani parliament recently approved."

[Cut to Natalie Hapyaytha, the correspondent on-location]

Natalie Hapyaytha: "Thank you, Teodoro. I'm here at St. George of Lydda Academy in Macapulao, where students and teachers are enthusiastic about the education reforms. The increased focus on technology and practical skills has sparked creativity and innovation among students. The teachers that I have spoken to, all from different departments, were grateful about these changes and are planning to hold all sorts of new additions to their curriculum to enhance the educational experiences of their students from science fairs, to literature and public speaking competitions, to music mentorship programs, and job fairs to prepare students in their senior year for future employment.

However, along with these reforms, the Hintuwani government is intensifying efforts to combat radicalization and extremism within the country. Minister of National Intelligence, Sibu Cabungcal, announced a new deradicalization focus, highlighting the importance of identifying and rehabilitating individuals who have been influenced by extremist ideologies."

[Cut to archive footage of deradicalization centers]

"The government is establishing specialized deradicalization centers across the country, where individuals with extremist tendencies will receive counseling, education, and vocational training. The aim is to reintegrate them into society as productive and peaceful citizens.

Minister Cabungcal emphasized the importance of community engagement in deradicalization efforts. The government is partnering with local organizations and religious leaders to promote messages of peace, tolerance, and unity."

[Cut to footage of a 6th grade classroom in Carandang, Punta Libertad]

"Here, children are being taught the new history curriculum approved by the Hintuwani parliament which focuses more time on the dangers that extremist ideologies pose to society. The depth of changes are more intense based on the students' year level, with more in-depth discussions on the effects of extremism being reserved for those in high school and college. Teachers from all over the country are now giving extended lessons on the atrocities committed by the far-right collaborators of the United Republics during the civil war, as well as the havoc wreaked by the communists after it. Some high school teachers are also planning to include humanitarian treatises and defenses of liberal democracy such as the writings of Karl Popper and Viktor Frankl as required reading materials in next year's curriculum, in order to emphasize the value of human life and individual freedoms."

[Footage changes to a class of high schoolers watching an educational film on a projector]

"In accordance with the reforms, this history teacher decided to show his students a documentary on Pantiyon: a death camp, meaning 'The Tomb', established by the Doraltian-aligned fraternalists during the civil war for political dissidents and ethnic minorities - such as the creoles - which they deemed of 'impure' descent. Roughly 11,000~ people were interred and an estimated 5,191 people perished in this camp alone.

As the credits rolled on the historical documentary about the Pantiyon, a profound silence filled the room. Emma, a 16-year-old student, sat still, her eyes wide with shock and horror. The images of the forced labor camp and the stories of unimaginable cruelty lingered in her mind, leaving her feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite put into words.

Tears welled up in Emma's eyes as she struggled to process the magnitude of the atrocities committed at Pantiyon. The film had presented a dark and brutal chapter of her country's history that she had never known before. She felt a deep sense of sadness and anger, not only at the horrors of the past but also at the fact that such a tragedy had been hidden from the public for so long."

[Cut to footage of a 16-year-old student on the verge of tears]

"I can't believe this happened in our own country... It's heartbreaking and horrifying to think about the suffering those people endured. We need to make sure it never happens again. It's our responsibility, as the new generation, to learn from the past, to confront the darkness in our history, and to work tirelessly towards a future where every person is treated with dignity and respect, regardless of their ethnicity or beliefs. We owe it to the victims of Pantiyon to create a society built on empathy, understanding, and compassion, so their memory serves as a reminder of the importance of standing up for justice and human rights."

[Cut back to the studio]

Teodoro Rômbang: "The new deradicalization focus reflects the government's commitment to maintaining social harmony and safeguarding the nation against extremist ideologies. We'll continue to monitor the progress of these initiatives and bring you the latest updates."

"That's it for our education and deradicalization report. Stay tuned for more news on HNC. I'm Teodoro Rômbang. Good morning, Hintuwan!"

[Closing scene: HNC News logo with a jingle]

by **Union of Albandrite Socialist Republics** » Sun Jul 23, 2023 11:05 pm

Revolutionary Art Depicting Communist Forces in Hintuwan serving the people

Revolutionary Forces Dispel Propaganda in Hintuwan through deed!
Written By People's Tribune Editorial Board

La Paz, Hintuwan
Attempts to undo the gains of the Revolutionary movement in Hintuwan are futile, says Hintuwanese Revolution Web Central (HRWC).

Counter-Revolutionary forces are attempting to establish "deradicilization schools" throughout the nation, in a vain attempt to suppress class consciousness and to prop up ideological unity of the fascist type in their nation. It should be made aware to our diligent readers that these schools are NOT voluntary. Often farmers and peasants, desperate for aid of any kind, are bribed via food and financial subsidies to attend these schools. Communities who refuse to engage with these counter-revolutionary schools, are often taken at gun-point by the ever corrupt armed forces of Hintuwan. How many countless villagers were murdered in cold blood by the armed forces, only to be labeled as Communists by the government's illegitimate practice of red-tagging?

These attempts to brainwash the masses are failing, however. The movement continues to grow and strategic offenses continue to move forward with the rural masses quick to support the People's Army when they arrive. And why would they not? The People's Army provides free healthcare to villages they liberate, something the government has failed to do for decades. They also help communities build up their homes, provide security against illegitimate gangs and never steal from the masses. If the Armed Forces of Hintuwan were as nearly as courteous as the Revolutionaries, perhaps they'd have broad support. But an army of the bourgeoisie and big land owners cares not for the masses and treats them as subjects rather than comrades.

How the Hintuwanese Armed Forces Treat the Masses

However, the masses remain undeterred. The attempts to dissuade the people through propaganda are useless, as the deeds of the People's Army show that the Revolutionary Forces are friends of the people. Working for them side by side. They live, work and struggle with the masses because they are the masses! This is why they are destined to win.

Move Heaven and Earth to defend the revolutionary forces of the Communist Party of Hintuwan!

MAKE THE FASCIST REGIME BLEED FROM A THOUSAND CUTS!

The Masses Remain United behind the National Democratic Front

The Outskirts of Van Hoorn

To say that getting the rag tag group of rebels to become a fighting force capable of taking on the military was a challenge...Would be an understatement. The Ministry of State Security had been working overtime in this case and it was evident. Andrew Mondegreen sat idly on a fallen log as he watched a column of rebels march down a trail and into the jungles ahead, another routine scouting mission. The agent of the Albandrite state longed for home, where mosquitos the size of one's hand weren't a real problem and the food was actually palpable. But for now, he lived in the jungles. Advising and training this local guerilla front, one of many that began popping up across the country.

The government was using both an open hand and an iron fist when dealing with the rebels. Bombings, frequent military skirmishes and mass arrests were common to the rebels, whereas "deradicilization programs" were common for the civies. It was becoming a real pain in the ass. The party had to heavily emphasize mass work, taking a page from the Maoists in many other countries as they tried closely embedding themselves in the communities they claimed to serve. The propaganda of the deed was one thing, but it wasn't enough. The state needed to be exposed for its weakness. A thousand cuts was fine, but it need a nice gash to hasten up the bleeding.

He'd exhale a puff of smoke before taking his cig and tossing it to the ground. Stomping it with his jackbooted foot before rising up.

Alright.

Time to get to work.

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