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| Topic Started: May 30 2014, 04:46 PM (123 Views) | |
| NRE | May 30 2014, 04:46 PM Post #1 |
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Vanadzor, Armenia, Transcaucasia... The city of Vanadzor, in Armenia, was situated in the northern part of the country. One of the larger cities of the country, it was home an estimate 100,000 citizens. Although the vast majority of the city were Armenians, since the rise of Transcaucasia as a state, the city had seen an influx of both Georgian and Azerbaijani citizens. Though this was partly due to the desires of those people to leave their homelands for something new, something exciting, and most of all, something profitable this was not solely the case. The government of Transcaucasia also had a hand in influencing the people to immigrate from their home nations to others in an attempt to better mix the populations. After all, according to the government, the terms Armenian, Georgian, and Azerbaijani were no longer current. The people were Caucasians now, an all of Transcaucasia was their homeland. However, regional sectionalism does not die quickly and many remained in the mindset of the old ways despite the propaganda that attempt to persuade them differently. Much was still segregated and many were not ready to live the lands of their people to support a new idea. To help with their cause, the government began putting foreign investment money to good use and began building schools that would, beyond providing education for the nation's youth, provide programs that indoctrinated their students in the ideologies of Transcaucasia. These schools began springing up all over the region, several had already been complete including the several in Vanadzor. Through open enrollment programs and a slight change to the school districts, the local government ensured that the schools were populated. One such school was the secondary school that Maria Okudzhava was attending. Nearing the end of her public school studies, she was a beautiful young Armenian girl that was looking forward to her post-secondary studies. She wanted to become a doctor and had been accepted just the month prior to attending one of Georgia's most prestigious medical schools. She'd only been to Georgia once, during a vacation her parents had took her on to the coast. Though some of her family was apprehensive of her leaving not only the city but the country, she herself was so very excited and very eager. Taking a couple of sips of water from the drinking fountain near the school entrance, Maria left as she always did and walked to her home a few blocks away from her school. Naturally, like it was ever day, no one was home and before doing her homework Maria choose to take an afternoon nap. Before Maria realized it she'd slept far longer than she'd intended and her mother came to her to wake her for dinner. Rising from her bed she could tell she wasn't feeling well, but believed for now that it was simply because she was hungry. Going down to her family's dinning room she took her seat at the table next to one of her two brother. Siting there while her family discussed their days and food began being passed around Maria's condition only worsened. The pain in her stomach became more inflamed and the noise around her muffled. She began to cough uncontrollably as her brother try to pass her the bowl of potatoes. Turning to motion the bowl away from her she opened her mouth only to have blood spew forth. She felt herself fainting as she fell back into her chair. The next thing Maria could noticed was being surrounded by people in yellow suits. She herself, it appeared the more she gain some consciousness, was placed in a bed surrounded by plastic. She could barely make out her mother and father as they sat near her bed, themselves draped in the same suits. Unnoticed by Maria as she again lost consciousness, she was not alone. Almost a hundred young people had already been brought into the local hospital with the same condition that her family had found her, some whose condition was more advance and worse. In an hours time the first death would be recorded but it wouldn't be the last. Further troubling still, her town was not the only one. Three more cities in Armenia, as well as five in Georgia, and seven in Azerbaijan were reporting similar cases. In the capital of Rustavi, Chairman Khalilov was briefed on the situation and was generally devastated by the news. From what his officials believed, the situation was not a natural outbreak but instead a form of bio-terrorism. Shocked that his security officials had not seen it coming, he knew that he had to work fast. A death was always a tragedy, especially one that made national news. Yet, the death of a young person was always an especially heinous and unforgivable act. If he did not act fast to secure the situation, the consequences of these actions could be disastrous in terms of the stability of the nation. Knowing he held a duty in addressing the nation and hoping to calm the people from panic, he took to the airwaves. ___________________________________________________________
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| NRE | Jun 28 2014, 09:38 PM Post #2 |
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Ismayilli, Azerbaijan... "So this is what it all boils down to" Generalissimo Besiki Asatiani stated as he held a small vile in his hand and inspected the contents. . He was seated in a white chair within a clean, practically sterile office several feet underground. The facility was a secret one, built by his government shortly after their rise to power in Azerbaijan in the mountains near Ismayilli. The Director of the facility, Sergei Kahkejian sat across from the Azerbaijani leader. "Yes Generalissimo, within that vile is the fruits of our labor here at the facility" the Director stated. "Colorless, odorless, and tasteless; that vile contains one of the most perfectly crafted weapons known to man." "An the antidote?" Asatiani inquired. "We have enough to begin treating a few hundred, with more ready for mass-production upon orders. Also, I thought you might like to see the projected numbers for the coming week." Asatiani took the report and began looking at the numbers. "That many dead...this is good work. I see now the partnership was more beneficial than I could have imagine. I am sure they will be pleased at the rate of coverage we're ge....." Asatiani was interrupted by a knock at the door. Director Kahkejian rose from his seat and moved to the door, opening it slightly to see who'd come to his office. A few second later the Director moved aside to allow Avaz Mardanov to entered the room. He was the Asatiani's right hand man and personal assistant, keeping track of everything for the leader. Moving into the room, he came to Asatiani's ear and began to whisper. "You've been requested to Rustavi, all regional leaders have." "Really now" Asatiani stated with a slight grin. "It took the Chairman a bit longer than I thought. Oh well no matter." He rose from his seat and shook the director Kahkejian's hand. "It seems that I am being called to the capital, no doubt over the business at hand. I expect you to be on the standby Director." Kahkejian gave a nod as Asatiani and Mardanov left the room. Walking through various hallways the two men conversed on their way to the final check point. "It took Khalilov long enough to call this meeting" Asatiani exclaimed. "The whole nations burning and he's sitting on his hands. I thought I had trained him better than that. He's gotten soft, its perhaps best we're getting rid of him. Is everything in place Mardanov?" "Yes sir" Mardanov responded. "We've compromised the limo's of both the Georgian and Armenian leadership. They won't make it to Rustavi, the victims of terrorism." "Yes good" Asatiani said with a grin. "So too will be the fate of our pour Chairman. Are our contacts in the military ready?" "Our allies have all reassured their loyalty and are ready to act as soon as the emergency declaration is declared. All government buildings will be seized within the hour and marshal law will be in effect almost immediately." The two men went through the check point and soon came to the Generalissimo's car, waiting in the underground garage. Mardanov salute Asatiani as he entered the car. "By this time tonight, you won't just be saluting the leader of Azerbaijan, but the leader of all Transcaucasia." "Of course Generalissimo." Mardanov remained saluting until Asatiani's car pulled out of the garage. Following a small, secluded road the limo eventually pulled out unto the highway and began making the drive towards Rustavi. It was a long ride but Asatiani did not mind it. It gave him time to admire the Azerbaijani countryside. Hours passed and a call came to Asatiani over the limo phone. The car continued quietly down the highway, now only minutes from the capital when all of a sudden the car exploded, parts flying all over the highway. Cars near the limo swerved away from the flaming wreckage and several accidents occurred as a result..... Edited by NRE, Jun 28 2014, 09:39 PM.
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| NRE | Jun 30 2014, 05:17 PM Post #3 |
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A few Moments before the Explosion... Asatiani sat comfortable in the back of the limo, opening his favor liquor he poured himself a glass. He enjoyed rides such as this to Rustavi because he got to see so much of the countryside he otherwise had no time to see. The business of Baku kept the Generalissimo busy and his own personal business with the rest of Transcaucasia kept him even more so. Asatiani was particularly proud of himself as he sipped on his liquor, all of his agreements, his deals, his planning; it was all coming to a head. People of Transcaucasia were dying and soon the people would wanted their fragile government to act. They were poised to blame anyone with even the slightest of reason given and once everything unfolded, Asatiani would be a regional hero. All he ever wanted was power, it was he fought for when his people fought Georgians. The Georgian War had done more to destabilize the region for generations than any other event in his people's memory. The Russians had wanted to install order, the Scythirians wanted to instill freedom, yet both gave only anarchy. His time as a lowly soldier had harden Asatiani and when the time came to grab power in baku he did so without hesitation. Now the time came again and there would be no hesitation. No one would stand in his way, not even Chairman Khalilov....Mikhail. Mikhail had been a good soldier, Asatiani had taught him everything he knew and Mikhail was always good of showing his appreciation. He was a loyal soldier and that is why Asatiani choose him to lead the party. He'd done well, Asatiani would give him that but in the end, he was expendable. Sitting and enjoying the scenery, the drive informed Asatiani they'd be in Rustavi within 30 minutes. About that time, the phone in the limo rang and Asatiani picked it up. "Asatiani" he answered. "Generalissimo, its Mikhail." "Mikhail" Asatiani replied, "its a surprise to hear from you. I will be in Rustavi soon, to what do I owe this call." "Generalissimo I apologize for the unexpected call" Mikhail stated, his voice calm. "I was just sitting here thinking about my time as a soldier. These recent events have put a great deal of strain and I find myself thinking back to those days." "Those did seem like simpler times did they not Mikhail." Asatiani replied, his voice warm like that of a father speaking with his son. " Yes, yes they were. Tell me Generalissimo do you remember İtitala" "İtitala" Asatiani began to think to himself. "Hmmm, İtitala....wait, yes I remember. İtitala. Colonel Artur had betray us but we punished him as it was necessary, had we not Artur would have sold us out to the Georgians, open up a front into Azerbaijan during the wars." "Yes" Mikhail said, "it was tough for me to believe that Artur could have betray us but once he died, we found his journal and it was made clear. Remember what you told though, that sage advice that calmed my feelings." Asatiani sat silence, he searched his memory trying to think of what he had said that day but before he could reply, Mikhail reminded him. "You told me Generalissimo that one must be careful when giving a man something you own. You said, Man is naturally greedy and if you give him one thing of yours he will, in the end, desire nothing less than everything of yours and will betray you to get it all in the end." "Those words never met so much to me" Mikhail continued, "until quite recently Generalissimo. You see for the longest time I have always sat and wonder why it was I was given the honor to control the party and take the leadership of Transcaucasia. It has always been your dream to rule Transcaucasia and yet, you stepped aside for me. I have remained honored Generalissimo for this task but then I realize, quite recently, that your intention was never to allow this to last." Asatiani's grip on the receiver tightened as Mikhail continued. "I realized Generalissimo that I was expendable, much like Artur and that if I didn't betray you first, you would betray me. I can't have that Generalissimo for I have tasted power and it is sweet." "Its not in your power Mikhail" Asatiani stated. "Oh but it is, you see Generalissimo I know everything. I, like you, have gained the loyalty of many. I know your plan and it is brilliant. The deaths of the other regional leaders, plus my own will give the perfect excuse to declare marshal law. Except, I'm not going to die Generalissimo. Instead I've planted a bomb in your car as well and now its time for you to serve the greater purpose." Asatiani reached for the door but it was locked. Panic began to set in and he frantically attempted to unlock it but they control didn't work. Sitting back in his chair he raised the receiver back to his head. "You will not get away with this Mikhail, someone will betray you as you have me. It is the cycle for which known of us can escape." "Perhaps, but I live today and for now, that's all that matters. Goodbye, Generalissimo..." Asatiani felt nothing else from that point further, the limo exploded almost immediately. Near the same time, two other limos did the same. In Rustavi, Mikhail put the phone down and sat solemnly in his office. A few minutes past and an aid soon came knocking at the door. She informed the Chairman of the attacks and the deaths, Mikhail gave a great performance and told the aid to prepare for a press conference. Leaving the Chairman's office, Mikhail then got back on the phone. "Mardanov.....yes, is everything ready....good, I'll be given a press conference soon. Have them move out then...." |
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| NRE | Jul 24 2014, 09:24 PM Post #4 |
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Chairman Khalilov fixed his tie as he stood before the podium. A woman came by and check his hair before the cameras were brought around and a man began counting down. He took a final look directly at his notes before the man got down to one and the red like on the cameras came on. The Chairman's face was present on every television screen available to receive him, his voice coming over every radio airway. His expression was solemn, his voice equally so. Beginning to speak, he did so slowly and with great clarity in his voice. Every word that he spoke was carefully chosen, almost handcrafted for the moment. Though no one could every say with any great certainty, the Chairman had be waiting for this moment for a long time. "Citizens of Transcaucasia, a great tragedy has befallen our people. It has been determined that a biological weapon has been released into several of our local water systems, leading to the widespread outbreak of sickness across our country. Though many of us were hopeful that this sickness was natural, we known now that it is not but instead the work of an element in our society bent on anarchy for our people. This attack only reminds us how close we still remain to our more primitive past. Georgians, Armenians, and Azerbaijani have waged war for many generations, stemming back to the Georgian War that destabilized our region. With the emergence of this union, we had hoped that at last we had found a path to peace. However, there are elements within our society that do not wish for peace, elements that only want to see the bloodshed continue. Though this biological weapon is the most devastating of their attacks, it is not the latest." "It is my most unfortunate duty to report to the people of Transcaucasia that the leaders of Georgia, Armenia, and Azerbaijan have died as a result of a coordinate terrorist attack. They were on their way here, to the capital of Rustavi to discuss the central government's finding and to coordinate between the government a response. Their deaths were senseless and I am deeply sadden to see such find leaders cut down in the prime, including my own mentor Generalissimo Asatiani. However, as strongly as I may feel about this great tragedy, I will not mourn the deaths of my colleagues but instead seek justice for their families and the loved ones they leave behind. In this effort I, Chairman Mikhail Khalilov do hereby declare marshal law across the union. I am ordering our military units across the union to close borders and enforce a new curfew. All political power, for now, shall remain in Rustavi and this government, we will advise and instruct the national governments as necessary. " "I ask that the people be patient with the government. We are taking these steps to preserve the order that, so many generations died to achieve. This marshal law shall continue until we can reorganize the government to ensure stability, to ensure order. We will also begin an extensive hunt for those we believe responsible for these attacks and in these threats. Though I have been advised be security officials as to the identity of those responsible, I do not wish to release this information until we have all the necessary information. Understand that I shall not rest until order is restored for our people so that we can continue our work towards a united future. Thank you." Just as suddenly as the red light came on it was fading off the cameras in front of him. The nation had now been informed and now with military transport rushing through all major cities and towns, no one would be as alarmed. The military deployment was initiated almost the instant the broadcast was complete. Their swift action was made all the more easier given the compliance the chairman had with the various military chiefs of the three nations. The assimilation of the various armies into one unified force had also made enacting marshal law more easily. The only resistance the chairman now faced was from the politicians, but their voices would be silence even before they spoke as political opponent would begin being rounded up by special forces designated for that specific task. They would be convicted as collaborates to the terrorists, separatists that favored the death of the union than its continuation. A new era in Transcaucasia was now beginning... |
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| NRE | Aug 19 2014, 01:45 PM Post #5 |
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Chairman Khalilov sat a bit comfortable behind his desk, though not so comfortable as to appear slouching. It had been a week or so since his last televised speech to the people. Marshal law went on without incident, well for the most part at least. The common man took his place just as the Chairman had predicted he would, after all the Union had already given him so much. When Transcaucasia was divided war was a constant, the Union had brought a reprieve to that, a small glimpse of what an era of peace could look like for the people. It was like cocaine to the addict, they wanted more. More was exactly what the Chairman intended to give them, an era of peace and prosperity of the likes of which had never been seen before. An era when the forward thinkers of Georgia, Armenia, and Azerbaijan could move Transcaucasia out of the dark ages and into an era of innovation and further industrialization. Already, despite the military in the streets, Khalilov was being pinned a hero. The vaccination was being given and those inflicted with the weapon were being cured. It was a slow process but that was of course by design, still the effects of his more forth-right leadership were being seen nevertheless. Opposition to the Chairman was mostly quiet, his most outspoken critics had already been arrested. Others were bribed or otherwise coerced into dropping their previous political allegiances and putting their faith into the Chairman and his party. Everything was going as he'd envisioned it, perhaps even better than he envisioned it. It felt privileged that he'd stumbled upon Asatiani's plan before it was too late, that he'd had such loyal friends that were close to the former dictator. Had he not, it would have undoubtedly been him in the casket now instead of his former mentor. However, now was the time to enact the final act of this grand play. Now was the time to seal the fact of Transcaucasia and his political career and to begin a new era for his people. In front of him the man counted down, the camera lenses began to focus in and soon enough the red light came on and once again, the Chairman invaded the homes of his people. "People of Transcaucasia, great Georgians, Armenians, and Azerbaijani. On this evening we mark a transition of both our government and our way of life. For generations following the Georgian War our people have been at war. Whether over political ideas, territory, or simple-minded pettiness, our people have fought one another and have killed one another for those causes. There came a point in those dark times that killing almost became natural and in so, that we almost lost our humanity. Had we continued along that path I am almost certain we would have indeed lost our humanity and with, any chance for our children and theirs to live in a civilized environment. Thankful to us, there were those willing to lay down their guns, their swords, and for the first time speak. Though how simply those words may have been, they proved far more powerful than any gun, any tank, any missile could ever be. For it was those words that became a sentence, a statement, a conversation about peace. It was not easy but as many of us were taught as children nothing worth having is easily come by. It was from the uncertain of those conversations that we formed this Coalition of Nations, that we signed the Coalition Charter, that we pledged ourselves to peace. That peace was hard fought and it has been a struggle to maintain it but in so doing not only have we saved a generation from war but given another the final chance to rest. We have built roads, schools, and hospitals; we have put soldiers off the battlefields and into the factories. We have given back to the people the true sense of family. I have enjoyed this peace and if I may be so presumptuous, I believe I can state with fact that many of you have as well." "Unfortunately" the Chairman stated as he continued, his tone less innocent and gentle than it had been previously. It was more direct, firm, and perhaps even a bit cold. "Unfortunately for us, not everyone has shared this point of view with us. Unfortunately there are those among us that wish for this Union to fail, they wish for nothing less than the continuation of war. They desire nothing less than bloodshed and it is that burning hatred for all the good that we have done that they conspired to turn this government and this Coalition upside down. In my duties as your leader I have no rested in my resolve to find the culprits which poised so many water supplies, the culprits that assassinated the great leaders of this Coalition. While many that I have discovered to be at fault do not surprise me, others I find bring me feelings of shame and disappointment. The Sons of Moscow, as they so have called themselves, have plague the Abkhazian region of Georgia since the ending of the war. They claim that Georgia was illegally taken from Russia, that Georgian would be far better off in the Russian Empire than outside of it. They have used terrorist means to keep peace from being obtained in Georgia and the greater Transcaucasia but we believed, in error, that the Union had solved that problem. Unfortunately for us, we find now that those politicians that had sworn themselves to protect the people were in fact infiltrators to these terrorists. These Collaborators with their terrorists allies unleashed the disease which has taken so many from us. They were also responsible for the assassination of those leaders so well respected among their people. Their goal was simply, that through terror these would-be tyrants would usurp the properly elected government and instill their own dictatorship. Thankfully, their aims were valiantly opposed by our military and those loyalist to the government not only exposed this plot before it had fully succeeded but contained the insurrection before it spread to the capital." "These have been trying times, we have lost many, but I assure you that while we have been suffered greatly, we have passed the test. My resolve for peace and stable government for our people has never been stronger. Arrests have already been made to those directly linked to this unspeakable plot against our government. Soon even collaborators will be arrests, and the remaining membership of the Sons of Moscow will be hunted down and defeated. Separatism has been defeated from among our ranks and now is the time to restore the peace and prosperity which we had worked so hard to achieve. However, to ensure the stability and prosperity of this nation we know now that the fragile government created by the Coalition Charter must be made strong, that in fact the nation of Transcaucasia must be made stronger. That is why, in order to ensure the security and stability of our civilization the Coalition will be reorganized into a United Dominion of Transcaucasia, a Dominion strong to ensure a safe and secure society for generations to come. This decision was not mine alone, but a decision made in concert with those representatives elected by you, the people, who had remained loyal to the ideals of the Coalition. Their august body, the parliament, shall remain as will the rule of the majority. My office as Chairman shall be transformed into a Chancellery to better serve the people. We shall bring Georgia and Armenia, and Azerbaijan under one rule of law and one langue. We shall forever stamp out corruption which has undoubtedly plagued this coalition and ensure that it never takes root again. We will safeguard our most cherished beliefs and we will defend them by force of arms in necessary. I give fair warning to our enemies in saying that those who dare to challenge this Dominion's resolve shall be crushed." "Though the road ahead of us is equally as challenging as the road we have so far taken, I take comfort in the knowledge that we have persevered that path and continue forward. We have done so through the sweat and toil of you the people, and it will take your own resolve to continue to push of forward. I ask that each and every one of us dedicate our lives to this new Dominion for it will take nothing less to succeed. However, with our sweat and toil, with your devotion to this Dominion, nothing will be beyond our ability to accomplish. So please, join me by joining the army, by investing in our great public works, by keeping your eyes and ears open and reporting insurrectionists to your local authorities. Together we are far stronger a nation that we are separate, together we shall continue to pave the road of prosperity. Today we have triumphed over a shadow secrecy of shameful separatists and terrorist. The direction of our course forward is clear and by your vote and confidence I shall lead this new Dominion forward. Though our test was difficult we have emerged wiser, though our path was perilous we emerge stronger, though our hearts have been torn we have emerged more dedicated and courageous. We move forward now as one people, one nation, one Dominion. Long live the people, long live the Dominion!" With well crafted words Chairman, now Chancellor Khalilov had single handedly ushered in a new era for Transcaucasia. Where once was a weak and fragile coalition of three nation, Khalilov poured over to create the foundation of a new nation. His words no doubt still echoing through the hearts and mind of his people called out into the darkness and to the world that a new nation had just been born. Where once was chaos, anarchy, and bloodshed they would now find order, civility, and peace. The new age of the Dominion in Transcaucasia had just been born, a new order was now on the horizon. |
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