The Rise of the Fascists (MT, Open, See OP for sign upp)

[Of the Quendi]

OOC and sign up here: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=70918

Pristina
In the backroom of an old shady pub near the harbor a group of young fascists had gathered. Angry and with a feeling of betrayal they had gathered to discuss the future of their country. For La Serenissima had fallen. The once great and magnificen Quendi state where no longer. Fiercely patriotic citizens had in their panic and fear turned against the Imperial House of Alcedina finding hope in the Fascist Future. Their goal was simple. To overthrow the government and establish a new Quendi World Empire to rival that of the Sundavaer Emperor two centuries before.

A man in his early thirthies stood up to talk to his comrades. He had the distinct features of a quendi, lean, tall and slender with grey eyes and pale skin. "Comrades, friends, countrymen." He said with a charismatic voice "I recall a time where our nation prospered and blossomed. A time where our people held their head high among foreign infidels. A time where the International Community looked at us with fear and respect. A time before the Second Interregnum." The crowd began mumbling in support. While few of them had been older then ten during the Second Interregnum they didn't question the man's words.

The man, whose name was Horus, smiled to the crowd. They all shared a dream of a different nation. A new era. "My friends. I have seen the curse of the Alcedina. I have seen them scheming and manipulating to get their will through regardless of the costs. Do you think it is a coincidence that they, more then anyone, has benefitted from this scandalous affair? No. The Alcedinas have sold out of our independence to strengthen their control of our beloved nation. But let me tell you something. If they think they can rob us of our freedom they have another thing comming. We are fascist and we will not surrender. Who is with me?"

[Blademasters765]

"Aye, I'm with you"Shouted Darion from the middle of the room "We lost our choice once those Alcedinas came into power"

[Deimoss]

Förer Christian Odegaard sat at the end of a long oak table, his advisors each seated along the sides. His blonde hair dangled in front of his eyes briefly before being smoothed back, revealing a pair of dark blue eyes which darted to each of his advisors faces. The Förer's lips morphed into a crooked smile as he leaned forward, placing his hands together on the table. A hush spread across the room like a virus as it became apparent their leader was about to speak.

"Gentleman, we are gathered here today to discuss the future of the remains of the Quendi empire. Tyrants and bureaucrats drag its people down into the abyss of poverty and depression, destroying any hope for a future. We must not allow such a fate to be forced on these people. It is our duty to lead these people to a true government, a proud government...a pure government. Our fields are lush and fertile, our forests proudly stand after centuries of witnessing our growth, our people proudly live their lives...free from the disease of weak subhumans and a weak governement. We must share our luxuries with all those who wish to taste the fruits which we can provide." The advisors pounded their hands on the table in agreement, murmuring slightly to gain their leaders favor.

General Bolverk raised his fingers slightly to hint to his colleagues that he would like to speak "Friends, our forces are stong. Our proud aryan sons have trained for this moment their whole lives, taught at birth to defend the aryan race from any threat! We must show the world our strength and prove we are not weak, but a world super power! No longer will the true goovernment be suppresed by weak minded fools!"
The Förer smiled softly, admiring his advisors support for this cause. "Then it is settled...Deimoss will support these people and their struggles. Send word to the leader that we will provide any aid necessary, no matter what the costs. May we be victorious in our campaign, gentlemen." In moments the advisors were on their feet, assembling the forces and determining all necessary components whcih will be required in providing for the military campaign. The Förer sat down and began to write a letter to the leader of the fascist movement.

Code: Select all

To: Leader of the Fascist movement
From: Förer Odeegard of Deimoss
Encryption level:Maximum

My dearest friend, we will provide you in your campaign against the tyrants of Quendi. Any aid you require will be gladly given to you, we are with you in this hour of need. No longer will your people be forced to live in povery and despair but soon a new age will be written in your history. Our forces will be sent to your nation and gladly lay down their lives to aid you in your movement. Please provide a map and positions where you require our forces to land. We shall provail.

[Menassa]

Shimshon was sitting in the back room his beard was scraggly and his hair was up to his shoulders. From the facsits parties in Menassa to the same in the quendi. "It is time to fight" He said very lowly. "Time to win. Time to kill. Time to be Victorious.". He was wearing Khaki pants a black T shirt and a long brown trench coat in which he hid his Glock 18 and at this time his best friend. He was both smart and a brute. But he knew who he was. A Dannaite. A strong proud member of Dan. He was a stranger in a strange land. He had come here to escape the rut that was Menassa but he was not familiar with the people here. So in the Darkness he sat.

[Vortiaganica]

A man, of about 20 or 30, probably nearing his thirties, is seated near a back corner, in darkness.

Although he is not wearing the scars of recent battle or the eyes of a warrior ready at all times, his body has obviously been crafted by some military experience earlier in his life.

His name is Chimera.

He watches with interest, although saying nothing yet.

[Old Tyrannia]

At the back of the pub, a man in a long coat watched silently. As he did so, he slowly reached into his pocket, then pulled out a small piece of paper. Smiling, he began to advance forward through the crowd, towards the man at the front. Once he reached the front of the crowd, he stared at Horus for a moment. After a few moments, he put his hands behind his back, and said, "Thank you, friend. Your speech was most noble. Now sit."

Turning to the crowd with a predatory smile, he began to speak.
"So, this is the Quendi Fascist movement? Not so impressive. In fact, you look like a group of drunken young men that think they are something- oh, wait, that is what you are. But you do not need to be. My name is Justinian. Justinian Hostilius Cato. And I represent the Grand Fascist Empire of Old Tyrannia.

"Now, let me tell you something. You are nothing. You have no say in anything that is happening; you are small and weak. But you are also Fascist; and where there is Fascism, there is always a will. And where there's a will, there's a way. So, now I offer you the chance to rule the Quendi. I offer you a chance to build a new empire; a glorious Fascist state under a mighty monarch who shall lead you to crush the Communists, the democrats, the weak and the foolish. The Empire can give you that which you thirst; victory. The restoration of La Serenissima, under a Fascist regime; a new dawn.

"Or, you could refuse, and the tyrants of Quendi will cast you down. They will slaughter you like dogs, and the Emperor shall watch as your empire fails to materialise; and he, and all us servants of the Empire, shall shake our heads at the prospect of what might have been. Know this, Quendi; the support of the Empire is the support of God Almighty, and where He choses to give His support, failure is impossible." Justinian pulled out a cigar, lit it, and put it in his mouth. He smiled as he cast a long glance across the room.
"So? What is your verdict?"

[Old Tyrannia]

Justinian cast a glance at the Quendi- or was he?- barbarian sat at the nearby table. Unsure whether he was really as stupid as he made himself sound or if he was in fact trying some ridiculously comic scheme, the Imperial agent turned again to the rest of the Fascists. Smiling- not a particularly pleasant expression- he said, "My friends, I presume that you are here because you're Fascist, or wish to become Fascists. Therefore, I believe your idiotic friend here has just insulted you. Pray tell, do you intend to let him get away with it?"

Justinian walked up to the man. He took a long look at him, and then said, "I think you'll find that the people of the Quendi are not as stupid as you believe, if you are trying some sort of intricate trick. If you aren't, then you are an idiot. Therefore, I have no more to say to you." Justinian put his cigar back in his mouth and walked back up to the front, where he once again turned to address the crowd.

"Now," he said, "Would anyone sane like to reply to my Emperor's kind offer? Or shall I take my business... Elsewhere?"

[Agadar]

Gilthanas Barca curiously observed what was going on. Justinian Hostilius Cato, the 'representative of the Grand Fascist Empire of Old Tyrannia, gave quite an impressive speech. The drunken lard who just wouldn't shut up however was annoying Barca greatly. "Someone," he said as he got up from his seat, "Show that drunken mongrel the door! He's an insult to his race!" Barca's eyes were fixated on the man he held a grudge for. He knew how the effects of alcohol affected the human body. He couldn't help but believe that there was something odd about this man. It was almost as if he was merely acting to appear to be drunk...

[Blademasters765]

Darion noticed the drunk man and also noticed the weapons he carried, he approached the man quietly from behind and took the knife and before the man could react he was on the floor with a knife at his throat , Darion shouted to the nearby people "He's an agent, someone grab his gun"

[Of the Quendi]

Horus was surprised to say the least. How on earth had the Grand Fascist Empire of Old Tyrannia found out about the meeting. And more importantly. If they knew who else did? Lost in thought about the possibility of the pub being stormed by Blue Shirts or Inquisitors ay moment he at first didn't react to the words Cato said. First when the drunk man started talking Horus returned.

He politely smiled to Cato while hidding his discontempt for the arrogance the man had revealed. "A plesure to meet you mr. Cato. I am moved by you kind words." He said with ill concealed sarcasm causing a few of the men to laugh "If we should ever need the hel of a foreigner in taking over our own country we might turn to the Grand Fascist Empire of Old Tyrannia. But untill then suggest you sit down and let the grown ups talk."

Horus again turned to the crowd. He gave a quick smile to the young man in tesserarius uniform that had declared his support. Was it Eldar his name was? Horus thought so. "My friends. If you are ready to go the full length to oust the traitors from power I suggest we start planning. While we can't count on much support here in the city I have made contact with many cells in the eastern parts of the country. They are ready to join us but need us to lead them on."

Horus took a paper his sister, Lydia, had written. It was the refounding charter of the Fascist Future party. "Gentlemen. I hold in my hand our founding charter. I ask you to sign it. But be warned. Once your name is on it there can be no turning back. The Alcedinas is ruthless and this paper is treason against them. They will show no mercy." Horus handed the paper to one of the men for him to sign it. Once their names was on it they would live or die with the Fascist Future.

I, by sane mind, knowingly of what it entails, hereby declare my undying support for the Fascist Future. I offer it my my brawl and brains. I oppose its enemies, be they princes or senators. I recognises the fascist ideology as superior to any other, inluding the pan-quendi benevolent imperialism. As of this moment I am a fascist in the Fascist Future.

Signed
Horus Teti, centurion
Lydia Teti, doctor

[Hayaba]

President Alex Bradley has ordered a lone B-2 bomber to fire an A-61 Nuke in to Pristina to destroy the Fascist cause,

[Dewhurst-Narculis]

President Alex Bradley has ordered a lone B-2 bomber to fire an A-61 Nuke in to Pristina to destroy the Fascist cause,

You don't have nukes and Dictator Bradley is in a firefight back home

[Hayaba]

President Alex Bradley has ordered a lone B-2 bomber to fire an A-61 Nuke in to Pristina to destroy the Fascist cause,

You don't have nukes and Dictator Bradley is in a firefight back home

We have 200 nukes,all bought from Allanea.

[Dewhurst-Narculis]

you still can't order a nuke attack especially when your leader is being shot at!

[Of the Quendi]

President Alex Bradley has ordered a lone B-2 bomber to fire an A-61 Nuke in to Pristina to destroy the Fascist cause,

You don't have nukes and Dictator Bradley is in a firefight back home

We have 200 nukes,all bought from Allanea.

leave Hayaba

[Agadar]

That was the last drop. Barca's ego could no longer stand the drunken lard's insults. Being several meters away from the man, he grabbed an empty glass and threw it accurately at him. If he was really as drunk as he appeared to be, he wouldn't be able to dodge it. If he wasn't really drunk and had ulterior motives for trying to sabotage the meeting, Barca and the rest of the people in the room would find out soon enough. "Dodge this!" he shouted. His mouth curled into a grin. He made a wise decision to come here.

[Agadar]

Double post. Ignore this one.

[Blademasters765]

OOC:Got it

IC:Noticing the fight Darion picked up a beer glass and moved behind the 'drunk' man, bringing it down on the mans head as he layed on the floor, he then started punching him in the chest, his instincts told him something was wrong

[Old Tyrannia]

Justinian watched the crowd with cold distaste, apparently still unconvinced that this rabble was worth the Empire's investment. However, his mind was about to be changed.
"Someone," a man said as he got up from his seat, "Show that drunken mongrel the door! He's an insult to his race!"
"It appears that at least one person in this so-called party has a true Fascist attitude," he mumbled. Horus, however, wasn't paying any attention to the drunken fool.

"A plesure to meet you Mr. Cato. I am moved by you kind words. If we should ever need the hel of a foreigner in taking over our own country we might turn to the Grand Fascist Empire of Old Tyrannia. But until then suggest you sit down and let the grown ups talk."
Justinian turned slowly. He regarded the leader coolly, before replying, "An excellent leader you boys have here. One who mindlessly rejects the offer of assistance by a fellow Fascist in an undertaking that is difficult even for the Enlightened."

The Tyrannian walked up to the Fascist leader, seizing the piece of paper he had been holding and reading it quickly before saying, "And Fascists are meant to be smarter than Communists or Nazis. You expect any sane person to sign up to a party without knowing anything about it? How do these men know they can trust you? What are your priorities, your ideals? Fascism can take many forms. Did you even think about this 'Fascist Future' before tonight? You i-"

Justinian's taunts where interrupted as the drunken man clattered to the ground, and two Fascists leapt at him. Justinian spun around, and quickly said, "Let me show you how real Fascists do things." He walked up to the fallen drunk and swiftly kicked him in the head, intending to knock him out.
"Efficiency is everything. Randomly throwing yourself at your foe is not efficient."

[Menassa]

Shimshon observed all that was going on from the back table. If one looked at him no one could imagine he was as smart, strong, or tactical. He looked like a homeless man but he did not smell like one. He had enough of sitting by in the side lines he walked up to the man who had just kicked the drunken fool and said "Shimshon ben Nacham. Leader of the Menassian Fascists pleasure to meet you". He said outstretching his hand.

[Vortiaganica]

Chimera gets up.

Walking to the Tyrrinian representative, he glares.

'A true fascist would not waste his time with scum who are unfit to allow themselves sanity.

Let the drunkard be, and if you wish to take up a fight, then take it up with those outside these walls.

Take it up with the pro-Lyran traitors, and the anti-Lyran houses cast from power.'

He speaks with a strange accent, but with the appearance of a native Quendi.

[Of the Quendi]

Horus was quite annoyed by the turn of events. The brothers in the east would not be impressed by the rabble gathered. The drunk would certainly contact the police now. And since there was no real police it would only be a matter of time before the Blue Shirts arrived. He looked over at a couple of friends nodding over at the drunk. His friends nodded in agreement. The drunk would never get a chance t contact the Blue Shirts.

Chosing to address the tyranian before he managed to recruit the crowd as members of a tyranian fascist party Horus said "I will discuss with all those who sign the paper the ideals on which our party should be founded. But I have already said to much to menI cannot trust. Sign the paper and we are together in this. Or don't and I will find others willing to sacrifice for their ideals. Now gt that man out of here." Horus gestured towards the drunk and his friends quickly hurried over and grapped him starting to pull him towards the door.

Suddenly yet another foreign fascist leader revealled himself. "A pleasure to meet you mr. Shimshon ben Nacham. Welcome to Pristina." Horus said hoping that he wouldn't have to argue with that man as well.

[Menassa]

Horus was quite annoyed by the turn of events. The brothers in the east would not be impressed by the rabble gathered. The drunk would certainly contact the police now. And since there was no real police it would only be a matter of time before the Blue Shirts arrived. He looked over at a couple of friends nodding over at the drunk. His friends nodded in agreement. The drunk would never get a chance t contact the Blue Shirts.

Chosing to address the tyranian before he managed to recruit the crowd as members of a tyranian fascist party Horus said "I will discuss with all those who sign the paper the ideals on which our party should be founded. But I have already said to much to menI cannot trust. Sign the paper and we are together in this. Or don't and I will find others willing to sacrifice for their ideals. Now gt that man out of here." Horus gestured towards the drunk and his friends quickly hurried over and grapped him starting to pull him towards the door.

Suddenly yet another foreign fascist leader revealled himself. "A pleasure to meet you mr. Shimshon ben Nacham. Welcome to Pristina." Horus said hoping that he wouldn't have to argue with that man as well.

When shimshon heard his name being called he turned around and put his hand in his coat. When he realized it was horus he took it out. "Sorry force of habit." He said out stretching his other hand "pleasure to meet ya glad I could be here what ever you need money weapons men I get them shipped for you from Menassa". He said

[Of the Quendi]

Horus smiled. Ben Nacham sounded a lot less arrogant then Cato. While their was no shortage of weapons available the offer could come in handy at a later stage should the party gain in strength. "A very kind offer. One that we might one day need to take advantage of." Horus said.

He then turned back to the crowd playing his last trump to get them to join in. Weapons tended to have a possitive effect on former soldiers which it luckily seemed that a lot of them where "At the moment we however have no shortage of weapons. A large amount of rifles, pistols, and army equipment has been shipped in from Grand Atia and awaits us if you chose to join this noble cause." He lower his voice a little "There is even katanas."

[Old Tyrannia]

"Charmed," Cato replied to the Menassan. "I am afraid I am not familiar with Menassa, but any Fascist is a friend to the Empire, and thus to me. When Shimshon heard his name being called he turned around and put his hand in his coat. When he realized it was horus he took it out. "Sorry force of habit." He said out stretching his other hand "pleasure to meet ya glad I could be here what ever you need money weapons men I get them shipped for you from Menassa".

"It appears," said Justinian, "That we are here for the same purp-"
Suddenly, a large, scarred man got up and intercepted him.
"A true fascist would not waste his time with scum who are unfit to allow themselves sanity. Let the drunkard be, and if you wish to take up a fight, then take it up with those outside these walls. Take it up with the pro-Lyran traitors, and the anti-Lyran houses cast from power."

Justinian blinked. He had not expected such hostility; still, these were the nationalists of a society that considered itself genetically superior. Little better than Nazis; but still, the Emperor had ordered him to make contact. Now his only real interest was shooting the whole damned rabble and getting as far away from this hellhole was possible. But orders were orders; if he returned to Tyrannia a failure, he would not live long to regret it.

"You are an idiot and the only reason you aren't lying in a pool of your own filthy blood is because I have my orders and I will obey them. Now get out of my sight, you miserable hound."