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| The Tanganorium Civil War; A spark of insurgency | |
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| NRE | Apr 2 2012, 08:33 PM Post #101 |
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"Do we know what happened to Mai Tzi?" asked Secretary Kosrof as he spoke over a secure phone. "No secretary, we don't know much other than she's believed deceased" said an aid over the line. "She was a warlord really, but she was sympathizer to Porcuian interests in the region for financial reasons. Her control over the island was concentrated in Zanzibar city, but there are indications that she could have taken the whole of the island given time. " "I see" said the Secretary. "Thank you for the information." With that the secretary hung up the phone. He looked at his watch and saw that his meeting with President Barghash was soon. Standing there on a terrace just off his temporary office, he wondered how Zanzibar could have ended up in such a mess. Their fear of Europeans wasn't something that surprised him, after all the Europeans had a long history of terrible polices when it came to the African continent. However, no matter how much of a threat the Europeans could be to Africa, Zanzibar had simply acted to aggressively. Completely disregarding a nation's border was completely reckless and could have cost the island not only its independence but its populations lives. While defending their independence seemed to be something everyone in Zanzibar stood behind, it seemed the Zanzibar Patriotic Front was now showing signs of fracture in the wake of almost coming to blows with the Roman Empire. Though small in size, the cracks were still visible to the Secretary who'd already spent a good amount of time with members of the party. What seemed to be developing in his mind were two new mindsets, one that was centered around the more aggressive policies that had run Zanzibar to its present situation. The second was a more moderate mindset that seemed to wish to lead Zanzibar into a more moderate power. Still weary of the Europeans, they were more interested in simply remaining isolated and trade solely with those African powers they trusted the most for the resources they need, namely the DCA and the Federation. While a minority within the party, it was growing. The secretary believed if it continued on its course, it could grow to be a significant counter-movement to the more extremist, indeed perhaps they would even split from the Zanzibar Patriotic Front all together and form second political party for the island. The Federation believe this was the best development that could happen for the island. That was why the Federation was quietly helping the moderates out, quietly giving funds and helping to develop their ideas while officially still standing by the majority and President Barghash. If the Federation had its way, it would be overseeing Zanzibar's first elections within a few months time. It was Secretary Kosrof hope that by that time, the Federation would have given enough power to the moderates that they could effectively defeat the extremists. Only time now would tell where Zanzibar's future lay. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 2 2012, 11:31 PM Post #102 |
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OOC- Forgot all about Mai Tzi and Beredei and Karume. Will have to remember to use them in the future. IC- South Atlantic Sea, Just off the coast of Benin Two months after the signing of the Aksum Peace Accords The Modified Vallahalla Mk.I-class missile cruiser, the ZRN Light of Zanzibar, having returned from hiding in the Carribbean from the Byzantine Navy, set sail for home with the expectation of getting a hero's welcome. Their radio had been destroyed by a stray rocket during the war, thus leaving them utterly unawares of the new political realities... ----------- Meanwhile, in Zanzibar, there was bickering in the 27-member unicameral National Assembly between members of the ZPF and a new party that had, some weeks ago, split off from them, representing the moderate wing of their former party and calling themselves the All-Africa Democratic League. The bickering wasn't particularly intense, but it did prevent normal business in the Assembly from getting done, as they argued on a variety of middling things. At the same time, President Mohammad Bargash, once the great hero of the people for standing up to their colonialist enemies across the channel, was now fighting for his political life against both of the parties. The Zanzibar Patriotic Front blamed him for caving to international pressure in Aksum while the AADL considered Bargash solely responsible for leading the nation to war. In anycase, even without the feuding, Bargash's position as president had essentially become ceremonial, with the Office of the Federation Representative having de facto taken the powers of his office unto itself, if only because both the Federation and, strangely, the DCA both paid more heed to the actions of the legislature, thus inadvertantly making the Prime Minister and Speaker of the Assembly number two and three respectively in importance. Bargash had become a distant fourth in importance in a government that was very small in the first place. He wished to change that, the first opportunity that would present itself. That is, if he survived in office long enough. Politics here was going to be...interesting...in the foreseeable future. Edited by Kasnyia, Apr 3 2012, 12:13 AM.
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| NRE | Apr 13 2012, 08:31 PM Post #103 |
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As the weeks dragged on after the peace agreements, the Federation could tell that the Zanzibar people overall were generally pleased that the possibility of war was over. Most, at least those that Secretary Kosrof had been fortunate enough to encounter on his various tours of the island, seemed vary relieved that they no longer had to fear war. Certainly willing to fight for their independence, the people were weary for war as most naturally are. Naturally the Secretary was always quick to assure the people he met that so long as the peace agreements were met with civility with all involved, war would never threaten Zanzibar shores and that their hard won independence was assured. However, though independence for the island was all but assured, its political future certainly was not. The legislature had become somewhat polluted after the peace talks and certainly after the Federation's own influence on many legislatures. The split of the Zanzibar Patriotic Front into a smaller form of itself and the new All-Africa Democratic League. More moderate, it was the All-Africa Democratic League that the Federation was hopeful would gain more power in the country's first election. It was that election that the Federation was eager to get underway, though in truth it was still a month or more away. The country simply wasn't ready for a national election and even with the DCA's assistance, they wouldn't be ready. For now the Federation and its ally the DCA could only continue to keep the peace as best they could in the legislature and help the Zanzibari to continue in the process of nation building. |
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| Porcu | Apr 15 2012, 12:24 PM Post #104 |
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Posted Image "How was the opera, Madam President?" "It was lovely. I very much enjoy the opportunities I'm afforded to relax." The hour was late and not everyone had arrived yet, but President Gularis was eager to begin. In attendance thus far were two generals, one from the Airforce and the other from the Navy, as well as a representative from the industrial and research conglomerate of Flavialis S.R.I. Some light chatter avoided total silence and a few minutes passed before the last two individuals made their way in. Polite greetings were exchanged between all and soon enough the Minister of Defense and the Prime Minister had taken their respective seats. Only Prime Minister Atratinus seemed unaware of exactly what was going on. "To begin, I wish to thank you all for coming this evening, as I know at least our President was enjoying an evening with loved ones and it was not my intention to interrupt. Next, I believe an introduction and explanation is in order, for the Prime Minister and I have yet to become acquainted and I don't believe he is up to speed. "My name is Marcus Umenicus Livé and I am the Chief Director at Fin United Shipyards and Naval Engineering. Fin U.S.N.E. is proud to be leading the world in the research and development of naval technology. I also am representing the parent company, Flavialis S.R.I., and have met regularly with the other distinguished individuals here." Livé passed the Prime Minister a small folder and waited a moment before continuing. "Despite the overall decrease in defense expenditures from year to year, Flavialis S.R.I. has been extremely fortunate in not seeing any of their research funds cut. In fact, over the past few years research denarii have gone up, and the proportion of that which has gone to Fin U.S.N.E. has also increased." Atratinus was completely lost in the documents provided to him, however, and did not hear a word. What was outlined was simple enough to understand, but the Prime Minister was genuinely impressed, especially with the ability to keep this military development under wraps. Livé continued, "We have made the most of our generous funding and have a wonderful final product as a result." "Where do we stand now then?" Gularis asked. "Prototype testing was completed four days ago and all the data collected has been analyzed." the Lieutenant General of the Airforce said. "We are ready to begin production, Madam President, should our progress be satisfactory." Livé added enthusiastically. "Where were these tests conducted?" Atratinus asked, his soft voice almost hinting at being unconvinced. "A combination of naval and aerial tests were conducted in three locations: the island of Spitsbergen of Svalbard, Saint Paul Island in the south Indian Ocean, and the Southern Cook Islands in the Pacific Ocean." the Admiral replied. "Modified type C Quintilian Class strategic bombers were used, as were Virgil Class missile cruisers." "As the data reveals, all specification thresholds were met, and even exceeded in the case of velocity." Livé said. "Madam President, no defensive system exists that could successfully counter this missile once locked on and fired." "It's range is short, though." Atratinus interrupted. "I mean, in comparison to other known cruise missiles." "That is correct, Sir. Training protocols are already being developed to minimize this missile's only operational flaw." the Airforce general countered confidently. A bout of silence overtook the meeting, but in the end there was great excitement from all around. A contract with the State would assure Mr. Livé of a comfortable life and solidified reputation, and the Self-Defense Forces would soon have a powerful toy to play with (with caution of course). Gularis too could celebrate, for at least now no charge of weakness when it came to defense could stand. It's introduction would have to be carefully considered, however. The meeting continued for another hour or so, various details were explained and a rudimentary timetable for production was outlined. Whereas everyone else retired for the night, Atratinus rode by helicopter to Patavium where he felt he had some reading to do in his private archive. |
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| NRE | May 8 2012, 08:14 PM Post #105 |
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The supply corridor had been quiet for some time now and that Federation's navy was somewhat growing bored. Unlike their detachment in Zanzibar, the sailors of the Federation's navy really didn't have much to do. The sailors inspected ships passing through towards the shore, wrote reports, and handed them to their superiors. Those reports then eventually made them to the captain's of the vessels who in turn, sent them to Zanzibar. From their they made it Aksum, Constantinople, Stockholm, and Vallisburg. It was the same day in and day out, and given no firm time-table for their deployment many of the sailors wondered if they'd ever see shore leave again. "This is terribly boring" said a sailor to his mate as the two of them were swabbing the deck of the destroyer they served on. Both men had enlisted early during the formation of the Federation's armed forces, hoping to be apart of something more. Most that served in the armed forces were men that were of the former military of the member nations. However, as the Federation stood for a new and exciting chapter for many in the member-nations, so too did the Federation Armed Forces. Looking over the starboard side of the destroyer, one of the sailors looked out over the water towards the setting sun. Desiring his tour would soon be through and hoping for the tour to end without any need for actual action. |
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| Porcu | May 11 2012, 10:50 PM Post #106 |
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The midday sun shone heavy and bright and Minister Cesca grew more uncomfortable as time went on. Nevertheless, he smiled warmly and bowed when appropriate and nodded his head, even asking an occasional question in order to show that he was paying attention. Although his hosts were very kind with their detailed tour of border guard units and various security checkpoints, Cesca felt that they were lengthening this part of his visit unnecessarily. As the Honorable Foreign Minister of Porcu, and visiting with a good deal of ceremony, Cesca had thus far witnessed the swearing in of newly elected national assembly representatives and the graduation of a new class of gendarmerie. He spoke briefly to each group and gave a positive and hopeful message - one of peaceful cooperation and growth in Africa, and of a continued commitment by the Republic to the safety of the memberstates of HPCO. Now the Foreign Minister was being led from one security checkpoint to another and shown the work that had been done to provide solid borders to a massively shrunken nation. The fact that billions of denarii had been poured into the former Tanganorium (now the City-State of Avaricum) was mentioned a number of times during the Porcuian presidential election, and while it may have been quickly forgotten by some in Porcu it was never far from the minds of those of Avaricum. President Gularis was a hero and the Porcuian and EU forces that landed to defend the city in the final days before the major summit in Askum were seen as brothers and sisters, rather than just partners in a cooperative union. Although much had been rebuilt, there were still districts that lay in ruin. A painful recovery, with people struggling to find work, still dominated the mealtime conversations. But at least there was peace. That evening, as Minister Cesca lay in bed reading a call was forwarded to him from Abwehr Headquarters in Stockholm. "Good evening Minister. Chief Director Erazza speaking. I assume all is well?" "Not all; things here in Avaricum have a ways to go before being 'well', but, yes, I am fine. What is it?" "We have come across some satellite evidence suggesting that Zanzibar may soon be welcoming back its heroes aboard the Light of Zanzibar." "I trust the President is aware?" "Of course; she instructed that you be made aware of the fact, sir. It's still quite a bit away from the continent and it doesn't appear to be hurrying back. This is something I think our Federation friends should be informed about, but since you're scheduled to fly into Askum tomorrow I can leave it to you." "Right...Perhaps we shouldn't say anything?" "Sir?" "Nevermind. Thank you Director; you have been most kind. Good night." |
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| Kasnyia | May 12 2012, 02:07 AM Post #107 |
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South Indian Ocean 67 miles due east of the South African coastline Three months after the signing of the accords Captain Sultan was going slower than was really necessary, but he was cautious. Without the radio, and with disembarking on land a dangerous venture, even in DCA territory, he had maintained his silence but wasn't going to just waltz in at full speed either. |
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| NRE | May 15 2012, 12:39 PM Post #108 |
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Exiting his office, Secretary Kosrof looked at his watch again. It was indeed lunch and he was eager to step outside and into the sun. He'd not been outside all day and one grows easily border after about the 4th internal report. Hoping to make a quick exit before any young and energetic aid stopped to give him yet another report, the Secretary almost tip-toed towards the elevators. His body naturally cringed when the voice of one of his aides echoed down the hallway. Trying to put on a smile, he did an about-face to greet the young man. "Secretary I am so glad I caught you before you left, going to lunch sir?" "I was" he said somewhat sarcastically, "what do you need of me?" "Sir we just received those psych evaluations that you requested" "Ah the...."the Secretary's voice grew silent as he wanted only the aide to hear him "....the ones on the Zanzibar parliament members?" "Yes sir" said the aide, now whispering himself, "Naturally the psychiatrists expressed difficulty in their work given that this was to be done without the subject's knowledge, but still affirms that they standby their findings." "and?" "Well its as your feared Secretary" said the aide with a somber face. "While there is evident change in the leadership, with some moving towards a moderate left ground, the right still remain strong and some could even revert back if the right elements were put back into the equation. They even believe the people could be moved back into support the extremism, if the right elements arise." "So it is as we feared" said the Secretary, "Zanzibar could still threaten peace in Africa if provoked to do so. I'm assuming the doctors gave suggestions as to what might provoked renewed extremist nationalism here." "Yes and most is what we already believed, what our offices have been working to suppress as best we can while offering alternatives but there is something that we might have no control to stop." "AND?" "Its the Light of Zanzibar sir, the doctor's recognize that the ship has yet to be taken into custody and in their opinion, there is still a great deal of heroism associated with the ship and its crew. Were they to return and make any statements towards war, the Zanzibari may follow willingly despite what we've already try to do here in terms of creating a more peace-oriented society." The secretary stood in thought for a moment or to before he spoke again, speaking in direct terms once he opened his mouth. "We need to come up with a campaign to influence the people into believe the ships was lost as sea and won't be returning. At the same time, I want the fleet to understand that it is to destroy that ship should it ever try to return while the protectorate status of Zanzibar remains in effect. Under no circumstances is information of that ship or that ship itself to come into view of this island...am I clear." "Yes secretary..." |
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| Kasnyia | May 17 2012, 07:06 PM Post #109 |
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Passing by Madagascar, in the middle of the departure of French naval vessels, the Light of Zanzibar used what sensors it had on hand to start detecting any enemies. After all, the Captain had no idea what the state of the conflict was.... But then, on long range land sensors, they detected Zanzibar itself. "Gentlemen," the Captain asked, "remain vigilant, but I wish to inform you that the homeland has now come into detection by our glorious vessel's eyes. We will be home soon. Remain cautious. If we are still at war, we might have a fight on our hands...but if we have been victorious, prepare for a feast!" He could hear the crew cheering throughout the ship. |
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| Porcu | May 29 2012, 05:50 PM Post #110 |
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Democratic nations sometimes made building relations between nations difficult, for as soon as diplomats and statesmen had become accustomed to each other there happened to be an election that changed the equation for one, or both, sides. The Federation had come to like Gularis - or at least it seemed that way - and trust the Republic on general matters of trade and diplomacy - or at least it seemed that way. Personnel changes had already occurred in Stockholm and many more were yet to come. Nonetheless, active and positive communication continued between the two countries. It was immediately after attending the ceremony that formally gave Cea the title of President of the Republic that Prime Minister Atratinus quietly made his way back to his office, in the palace reserved as the residence of the Prime Minister. On the way he read through the handful of documents inside the folder given to him by Gularis, finishing just as he arrived, and made an important call. The call was made through a protected line and connected the Prime Minister with a special branch of the Maritime Self-Defense Forces. After the Prime Minister's identification was confirmed a firm voice barked from the other line. "Sir! How may I be of assistance?" "Thank you, Admiral. I am taking over command of the Flavialis S.R.I. Valetudo project. I have confirmation codes here that should be in the system, but I am taking the opportunity of sending you copies of these Presidential orders through a secure channel." As the Admiral receives copies of the documents given to Atratinus, the Prime Minister reads off a long chain of letters, numbers, and characters. The transfer of authorization is confirmed. "Orders, sir?" "A missile is to be loaded onto a Quintilian Class bomber and flown to Avaricum, to await further orders. Secrecy is absolutely necessary, Admiral." "May I know the target, sir?" "I'll be sure to have the Abwehr forward all their intelligence to you." "Yes, sir." Edited by Porcu, May 30 2012, 11:28 AM.
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| NRE | May 30 2012, 02:13 PM Post #111 |
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Another day and another supply ship passed through the corridor, the same as the day before and the day before that. Oh this is so terribly boring thought most of the sailors on-board the Federation ships. Finishing their inspection report the sailor made his way to the bridge, where his captain would no doubt look over the report, sign it as verification of his review, and then have it sent to the communications room. From there it would be faxed via secure channels to the command ship of the Federation's fleet in the region, FSS Aksum. By now the entire process for every ship in the fleet was working like clockwork and Admiral Mohammed Gabor could easily count on each report to come in at the same time he had on the previous day. After having his afternoon coffee he went by the communications room where he picked up the afternoon reports. He compose them into a single report, as he done the days before, and send them off to Zanizbar. Leaving the communications room he decide to make one final stop to his bridge and check in with his immediate command staff. His radar officer was the first to approach him, catching the Admiral somewhat off-guard. "Admiral Gabor sir" said the officer. "I've picked up a vessel handing this way from Madagascar sir" "Madagascar you say" said the Admiral, "trade vessel perhaps or apart of the french contingent?" "Not sure sir" said the officer. "Shall I try to make contact, I've only been tracking it for a few minutes now but if I had to make an educated guess, I'd say it is headed towards Zanzibar." "Well lets certainly not be hasty" said the Admiral, "the ship could be any number of things and I don't want to get everyone fired up and risk anything other than maintaining peace. Get to the communications room and see if you can make contact with them. If not come to my quarters and we'll go from there." "Aye Admiral" |
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| Porcu | Jul 17 2012, 12:17 PM Post #112 |
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It was a large, slightly obscured outline that greeted both the poor and the well-off of Zanzibar that morning. The Light of Zanzibar had survived numerous trials in that most glorious war and now she returned home to bask in the light of Victory. A great amount of confusion had set in earlier that morning amongst Zanzibari and Federation officials. Not included were Porcuian commanders stationed in Avaricum and their superiors watching attentively from their offices in Stockholm. No, they had waited for such a moment and they were almost paralyzed with disbelief when Opportunity finally revealed himself. Prime Minister Atratinus made sure to take his time and enjoy his breakfast, for an assault by the press corps was sure to interrupt his commute to work. Truthfully, Porcuian officials made things much more difficult for their African colleagues, towards whom they harbored no ill feelings whatever. Rather than maintaining communication channels through Stockholm, where technical difficulties were extremely rare, an unannounced change had been made the previous evening and all communications with Federation officials were subsequently handled by a tiny, understaffed office in Avaricum. As the Light of Zanzibar drew closer to her native islands and as she changed course, naturally, to head into harbor, Federation commanders and officials simply swamped the poor office. It was three minutes past when the Light of Zanzibar entered the sea-lane that a single Quintilian Class bomber lifted off from a runway within the small territory of the now-named City-State of Avaricum. Federation officials were in a state of panic. Those with some semblance of calm reasoning knew that time for diplomatic maneuvers was past. War had armed himself in the time Diplomacy fumbled away. The first strike would be his and it would bare the name 'good health and fortune'. The operation was flawless. Premature festivities gave way to surprise and fear aboard the Zanzibari ship when the blip on the radar screen was identified as Infidel. Captain Sultan and Commander Ali watched from their perch as the cry "Battlestations!" was drowned out and viciously cut short. From the opposing shores of Avaricum and Zanzibar, the scream, the impact, and the total devastation was recorded - if not by a camera then by the mind. Celebrations broke out in Stockholm and in Avaricum. Not public, of course; rather, private celebrations between small groups of military officers. President Cea nearly choked on a piece of toast when the good news was forwarded to him. Prime Minister Atratinus waited patiently as his security detail cleared the swarm of journalists and reporters around his motorcar before donning that expressionless facade and forcing his way into the new Parliamentary complex - No comment. As Federation rescue crews did their best to collect the corpses around the infernal wreckage, managing to discover only a handful of survivors, of which two were Captain Sultan and a shaken Commander Ali, an official communique was sent to Aksum. It read in part: "A breach of the Aksum Peace Accords was noted by Porcuian military intelligence earlier this morning...The Republic of Porcu regrettably finds itself in a state of war with the Republic of Zanzibar." Edited by Porcu, Jul 17 2012, 02:44 PM.
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| NRE | Jul 17 2012, 10:38 PM Post #113 |
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OOC: Given this is all but over and its just easier, I'm going to say these events fall just before the inauguration of my new Secretary General. Oh and Porcu I'll let you officially end this, though I will flavor it a bit if you don't mind. IC: "Will someone tell me what the hell just happened?!?!?!" said Secretary Kosrof as he entered his office. He'd been interrupted during a meeting with Zanzibari offices when the Light of Zanzibar had made port. Not that he'd been unaware of its arrival for, quite the contrary, the Federation had been following the vessel on radar for sometime. It had within the sea-lane, as naturally it had to if it wished to get back to the island. By established international law, the Federation could have attack then but military officials had argued against it. The fear of attacking it out at sea was that it would simply disappear again. Instead what ships were at sea stayed their course and simply monitored the Light of Zanzibar as it passed. What Federation officials had planned and what Secretary Kosrof himself put in motion, was for Federation military personnel to place the crew under military arrest. After all, they had to make sure this was indeed the right vessel and like all accused war criminals, they deserved their day in court. The Vessel entered the harbor as it had done several times before in months past. Those working at the docks were the only individuals in Zanzibar who were made aware of the ship's arrival. Everyone else was kept in the dark as best as the Federation could do, including the media and even government officials. What was hoped was that everything could be taken care of quietly, that the Federation could take those aboard the ship and then make a formal announcement. Soldiers surrounded the vessel as soon as boarding ramps were placed along its hull. Sadly, as best as the operation looked it took a terrible turn for the worst when the bombs fell. At least four Federation soldier's lost their lives, along with numerous dock workers and most of the crew of the ship. News each the Secretary just as he was entering his offices, though the explosion could be heard where he was standing. Before he could even sit at his desk, phones in his office began ringing off the hook as Zanzibari offices demanded explanations. "We are not entirely certain Mr Secretary however, we received this communique just a few moments ago..." Secretary Kosrof snatched the message right out of the aide's hand even before he made it crossed the room. Moving back towards his desk, he sat slowly down in his chair as he finished the last of the message. How short and to the point it was, yet how large the ramifications of its words there were to take in. The Secretary felt personally embarrassed as he sat in his chair, as he should have seen this coming. He himself, had help to write the peace accords and knew better than most, that the minute that ship entered Zanzibari waters it made the agreement void and that war was inevitable. Sadly, he allowed his compassion for the innocent lives of those on the island as well as to see the men of the ship get a fair trial, that had put him in this mess. Dismissing his staff from his office, the door was closed and Kosrof took to the phone. For his staff, the call he made seemed to last for hours if in truth it only last about half an hour long. Finally, the Secretary emerged from his office, standing in his doorway to his awaiting staff. "Have a message sent to the fleet" he stated calmly as he looked one his aides almost straight in the eyes. "Inform Admiral Gabor that Zanzibar is in a state of war but that it has no intention to fight. The fleet is to maintain the sea-lane at all cost, the coastguard is to contact any ship that sails towards the island and turn away all save for any Porcuian, DCA, Roman, or further Federation vessels that may arrive." The Secretary the started walking away from his office and towards the elevator, his aides followed and continued to take dictations as he spoke. "Have messages sent to Stockholm, Constantinople, and Vallisburg. Inform the latter two of the situation as it is at present, and inform all three that while the accords are no longer in effect, I have it on authority from Aksum that the Federation shall retain Zanzibar as a protectorate. Inform them that I am meeting with Zanzibar officials at once and that the Republic of Porcu can expect a full surrender from the island government within the next twenty-four hours." Secretary Kosrof entered the elevator alone, holding his hand and stopping anyone who would have followed. "Have my car readied and waiting for him by the time I reach the ground floor" he said as the doors were closing. The drive was extremely short, merely blocks from point to point as the Secretary made his way through the government complex to the administrative offices. He'd phoned ahead and as he entered the office of President Mohammad Bargash he was soon followed by the Prime Minister, Speaker of the Assembly and the Assembly's minority leader. Everyone was shown a seat though questions flew at the Secretary's face almost immediately. "Gentlemen please" he said calmly. "The accords were violated and now the island faces war as the Light of Zanzibar was allowed to enter port. We had hoped to take the crew without incident but obviously this has failed. While we have taken a handful of survivors into custody this does not excuse the fact that we remained with a problem. The Republic of Porcu has declared war, as is their right, however we believe they'd misjudged the situation. The Accords clearly stated that the treaty would become void when the sea-lanes were breach but that it would only create a war between the signed nations and the violators of the sea-lane. The Federation is willing to argue that the Light of Zanzibar acted alone and that a war on Zanzibar is unnecessary and unwarranted. To do this, we need Zanzibar to comply with a full surrender, otherwise we simply risk engagement before any sort of diplomacy can be enacted." "Impossible" said the President plainly. For too long he'd sat quite with his feelings of abandonment as the Federation took all of his power. While the Zanzibar Patriotic Front had begun to abandon him for his compliance with the accords, he knew they would support him in protesting a surrendered. He's gambit paid off as both the Prime Minister and the Speaker of the Assembly did indeed agree with him and the two began to argue with the Secretary. However, the minority leader spoke up over the commotion. "We cannot allow foolish pride and nationalism stand in the way of attained peace. We must not risk unnecessary war but put faith in the Federation who has acted admirably thus far. Leader of the All-Africa Democratic League, it was clear to the Secretary that they would stand with the Federation on this issue. Sadly, Kosrof knew that they were still a minority in the Assembly though no doubt more and more Zanzibari were seeing their point of view. The group argued for almost an hour before at last the Secretary surrendered. "President Bargash, Prime Minister, Speaker....you've all made your position abundantly clear. The accords are no longer in effect and plainly, the island is completely within this government's sovereign power to dictate as you see fit. Understand however, that the Federation will not help you defend against the Porcuian ships, aircraft, and troops that will soon enter this island. Furthermore, given that Federation troops are station both at the airport as well as the harbor, we will allow the Porcuians to entered uncontested. May God have mercy on you and may the decision you have made here now, not haunt your people for generations to come." With that the Secretary simply rose from his seat and left. He was followed by the minority leader who knew all to well there was little that could be done. Speaking with Kosrof as the two left the government complex, the Secretary made a generous offer. "My offices and the embassy building itself is large enough to hold a large group of people. If your party and its families wish to seek asylum for the time being, we will allow it. The Republic will not attack our offices and I myself have diplomatic immunity. We will also take as many of the general population as we possibly can to lower the loss of life as best we can." |
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| Porcu | Jul 18 2012, 05:20 PM Post #114 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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OOC: I don't mind at all, NRE. IC: Despite the scolding temperature outside, President Bargash felt a slight chill. His Prime Minister sat to his immediate left, while the Zanzibari Army Chief sat to his right. A sizable group of officials had been gathered for this occasion, though a notable absence was the former Speaker - killed via sniper in an attempt to flee the island. Other notable absences included the two commanders of the Light of Zanzibar, Captain Sultan and Commander Ali, whom Porcuian officials had hunted for when it was known that they had slipped through the hands of Federation officials. The Abwehr's best guess was that they had escaped to the Democratic Confederacy of Africa. And opposite them? Atratinus slowly removed his glasses, cleaned them, and then placed them delicately back onto his face. To his left was the newly nominated Foreign Minister, while to his right sat the Chiefs of Staff for all of the service branches in the Self-Defense Forces. The only notable absence was the President of the Republic - Atratinus was acting as an official substitute with the approval of Parliament. Although the thought of Cea exploding with rage pleased Atratinus, he kept his focus locked on those who were about to sign away Zanzibar's sovereignty. As it was, Federation officials were also present (some of them top brass). While they were happy to see the end to the conflict, they were still suffering from the hit their reputation and confidence had taken. To the international community the Federation had failed to maintain the peace it worked so hard to broker. To the Zanzibari people the Federation had failed in its role as protector and guarantor. "I want you to know that I do this for my people." President Bargash. Atratinus sat perfectly still and stared back at the President. After a few moments of silence, Foreign Minister Cesca moved the proceedings along. Soon, the Federation of East African Nations had officially relinquished Zanzibar as a protectorate and the Republic of Zanzibar surrendered unconditionally to the Republic of Porcu. Within the next several months, Federation military forces left the island and Porcuian and HPCO detachments replaced them. President Bargash, the Zanzibari Prime Minister, and all top-level officials were hauled off to jail and, one by one, given long prison sentences. For a time martial law was imposed and political manifestations were banned. Hundreds were killed in the ensuing protests and marches, but order was eventually restored. A Parliament appointed by fiat voted unanimously to join the Republic of Zanzibar with the City-State of Avaricum, creating the Republic of Avaricum. In Porcu, Atratinus was almost greeted as a hero, especially after it was reported that the Prime Minister was the one who ordered the missile strike against the Light of Zanzibar. There was talk of a future presidential run, but the reserved and cold Prime Minister assured the public that he had no such intentions, especially considering the amount of work that still had to be done in Parliament. |
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