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| Greater Helvany | Mar 2 2016, 11:51 AM Post #1 |
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Bestemming, Dahomey; 2 March 2016 The tribal assembly sat there, listening to General Joseph Warabe speak. "People of Dahomey, the Whites of Hardenburgh and yellows of Shinosaka are taking over our country through economic and political means. These evil devils must be eliminated. For too long we have walked in the shadows of these devils, and for too long paid the price. Tonight we strike." The assembly nodded in agreement. General Warabe continued, "The local militias have been armed and awaiting my orders. They are willing to rid us of the white and yellow devils!" A Mine in Dahomey, 2 March 2016 Sir Arthur Reginald of the Reginald Mining Company sat in his study when he noticed torches approaching his hillside mansion. The security detail chief entered, "Sir Reginald, there's a rabble approaching. I do kindly ask that you and your family stay in the panic room until we sort it out." "Thank you, Martin." After a few minutes of gathering his family into the panic room, Sir Reginald closed the door. Outside, Martin, was using a loudspeaker in order to get the crowd to disperse. The only weapons he noticed were machetes. As he waited for the rabble to disperse, gun shots from crowd began to erupt cutting him and his men to pieces. "Come my fellows! Take riches and kill the white devils that made us work!" Paul Wambozi shouted. They entered with several Dahomei soldiers and began looting the place. Sir Reginald and his family could hear the hootering and hollering in their room, as the soldiers planted charges on the door to the room and detonated it. Sir Arthur Reginald and his eldest son were sliced by the blast's shrapnel. A Dahomey sergeant entered, looked at the two bodies and smiled, "Two down more to go." He saw three young girls, a young woman and their mother along with two boys. The sergeant turned his men, "we take the young woman the rest are to be handed to our fellows." Two soldiers grabbed the eldest daughter, a 17 year old beauty while the rest of the squad dragged the family out and handed the majority over to the crowd. The three younger girls would be brutally raped, the boys beheaded and the mother to be hung from the rafters of the mansion. Throughout Dahomey, the scene played out against Hardenburghian and Shinosakan citizens. |
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| Akatsuki | Mar 8 2016, 06:20 PM Post #2 |
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‘Twice in three months,’ Tanzan Yamada thought to himself disgustedly, ‘I have to come out to this infernal deathtrap.’ He was no more pleased to arrive in Dahomey the second time than he was the first, but at least he was in good company this time. Conducted to the same hotel as his previous stay, Yamada almost smiled to see the Akatsukian honor guard that had accompanied him to Dahomey as it immediately took up positions throughout the building. The guard was a measure of the emperor’s esteem, as befitting a near relative of the royal family. But it was only one part of the armed guard that had arrived in Dahomey over the last three days from Akatsuki. Shukaku Corporation had never trusted the locals. In the areas of its greatest influence, the corporation’s administrators and overseers had developed a working relationship with the local tribes, and several local and national politicians had long been in Shukaku’s pocket as the corporation worked to prevent the National Assembly from drafting any undesirable legislation regarding international investment. But no self-respecting Akatsukian would depend on barbarians for their own security, and every Shukaku location—every resort, mine, and plantation—was home to its own private security force, staffed entirely by Akatsukian guards. The recent uprising had put those forces to the test, and not all of them had completely passed it: One of the plantations had suffered the loss of a quarter of its crops, while one of the resorts had turned into an inferno. Yamada had immediately acquired additional Akatsukian security, which had been arriving steadily throughout the previous two days, culminating in the group that accompanied Yamada and his honor guard today. All of this meant that Yamada’s upcoming meet-and-greet of local and national officials promised to be a completely safe bureaucratic nightmare. Still, it needed to be done. Yamada’s first task was to gauge the central government’s hold over its constituent tribes. Akatsuki had long subsidized various politicians’ expense accounts, focusing mainly on keeping local officials out of Shukaku business, though national leaders and even the king himself had been graced by Akatsukian largesse on occasion. Specific representatives of the National Assembly, mostly the representatives of those areas with heavy Shukaku investment, were also kept warm at night with Akatsukian cash. This uprising, though, spanned several parts of the country, and threatened all of those areas at once. Emperor Katsura had already written to the king, assuring the man that Akatsuki stood firm with the central government in opposition to the uprising, and that the empire would increase its contribution to Dahomey’s coffers in appreciation of the effort that the government was doing to put down this unruly mob… so long as the government’s efforts brought results. More private discussions between the Chrysanthemum Throne and the Ministry of the Empire indicated that the emperor had a few contingency plans if Dahomey’s rightful government failed to fulfill its obligations, but even the chairman of Shukaku Corporation and the uncle of the emperor himself was not privy to just what those plans were. Regardless, neither the emperor nor the chairman had any interest in relying on contingencies, and Yamada was at least confident that he could keep the local tribes in line, as his brother and his corporation had done for decades now. That left only the prospect of marauding bands, and with the increased security now in place, Yamada was equally confident that Dahomey’s thugs would find themselves simply wiped away before they could cause damage to Shukaku’s assets again. Lord Yamada frowned as he strode out of the resort hotel, where a car waited for him. Whatever it was that had sparked the massacres last week, he would ensure that that was the end of it. Otherwise, Dahomey as a whole would certainly feel the results of Akatsukian—to say nothing of other internationals’—displeasure. Edited by Akatsuki, Mar 8 2016, 06:21 PM.
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| Hardenburgh | Mar 18 2016, 09:23 AM Post #3 |
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Premises of the Hardenburghian diplomatic mission, Katanga- Capital of Dahomey The incessant ringing of the bedside telephone stirred Harry Percival from his slumber. Delicately, he opened his eyes and pulled himself upright failing, for the briefest second, to associate the shrill purr from whence it was emitted. Then, with a start, he grabbed the receiver and lifted it to his ear. “Hello, Harry Percival speaking…” He was somewhat relieved to ear the voice of his long-time colleague Fitzsimmons on the other end of the line. His Hibernian accent had a soothing quality. “You better get to the office soon. There’s been a disturbance in Kantanga provice… apparently some of the local niggers have murdered Shinosakan and Hardenburghian settlers. Both governments want decisive action.” Percival sighed. “Right, I’ll be with you in an hour.” Placing the receiver back on the hook, he took a second to gather himself, before climbing out of bed to get dressed and prepare for the inevitably stressful day ahead. Percival had anticipated such disturbances many months ago, and warned the Hardenburghian government. Of course, because Asguard was absorbed with the severe state of affairs in Valoria, his cries had fallen upon deaf ears. Dahomey was one of the few, independent Cedarian nations. This status, coupled with its wealth of natural resources, meant that it was where the interests of Valoria’s great Empires converged. Year upon year, foreign influence in the country proliferated. Financiers leant large sums of money, then demanded repayment under stringent terms which increased the tax burden placed upon the masses. Meanwhile, much to the chagrin of nationalists, increasing numbers of foreigners were appointed to the highest positions in Government, the Civil Service and Armed Forces. In the preceding months, there had been a number of anti-Valorian incidents, no doubt stoked by the Helvan agents who operated throughout the territory. However, the Hardenburghian government’s gaze remained firmly fixed on combating the Communist insurgency in the Northern provinces. Now the rear was beginning to collapse. After eating a light breakfast, Percival descended the sandstone steps at the entrance of the Ambassador’s Residence and entered the gleaming limousine which waited out front. In the air conditioned, leather-bound interior his aide-de-camp waited with a multitude of bulging files and correspondence. No sooner than Percival sat down, he started to speak rapidly. “Sorry to dump you in this Sir, but the situation in the Provinces needs our immediate attention.” “It does?” enquired Percival, nodding at the guard who stood at the Residence’s gate as the car turned onto the road outside. “Yes… we believe that there were attacks against a hundred Hardenburghian residences and, at present, we have about twenty fatalities”. Percival nodded. Having spent much of his life in Cedaris, he had an understanding of the peoples which much the rest of the Hardenburghian government lacked! A heavy-handed response at this stage could provoke a backlash which would prove lethal to Hardenburghian interests. “I want to speak to the Prime Minister” his aide nodded, “these disturbances aren’t necessarily a serious threat. They could be local and uncoordinated, deterred by a simple display of force. I’m thinking that we could potentially deploy units of the King’s Cedarian Rifles into the affected regions to protect our nationals.” The aide nodded. “The foreign minister is already here, he seems willing to cooperate” “Good” said Percival. “We’ll also need to reach out to the Dahomian Army, see if they’re loyal to the government in this matter. Their help is absolutely essential in quelling this crisis.” “The Shinosakan ambassador is also requesting a meeting, I will arrange an appointment later today.” By this time, the ambassadorial limousine had drawn into the courtyard of the Hardenburghian Mission. Automatically, Percival exited the car and climbed up the steps which stretched upwards towards the impressive neo-baroque facade of the building. He was met by in the foyer by the deputy ambassador, Mountjoy. “Mr. Mbunda is in your office to meet with you: Percival was genuinely surprised “Really? That’s fast by their standards” “Quite”. Mountjoy responded. The two men quickly ascended the great staircase and promptly arrived at Percival’s office. The door was opened to reveal Mr. Mbunda slouched in one of the leather-bound armchairs. There was an old Dahomian joke that claimed you could measure the seniority of a government official by the circumference of their waste. Mr. Mbunda seemed to confirm the stereotype perfectly. Upon hearing the two men enter, he brought himself to his feet, the chair squeaking beneath his bulk. His hand outstretched, he greeted the two diplomats before bursting into a likely pre-prepared apology. “Mister Percival, Mister Mountjoy. Myself, and His Imperial Highnesses Government condemn strongly the recent aggression against Hadenburghian nationals. His Imperial Highness sends you his assurances that he stands ready to do what it takes to bring the perpetrators to justice. Mbunda’s accent had been shaped by his education at the most prestigious Hardenburghian institutions. Nevertheless, it was flavoured by a decisive South Cedarian twang. Percival glanced the dark, bulk of a man before responding. “Mister Mbunda. The condolences of you and your government are much appreciated, I hope that our governments can cooperate quickly and efficiently… it is most useful that your bring this topic up, my government has a proposal it wish stop present.” “By all means”, responded Mbudna. “In order to safeguard Hardenburghian citizens, and ensure the volatile peace and stability in the provinces, I’d like to propose the deployment of a limited contingent from the King’s Cedarian rifles” Mbunda cut in. “Let me stop you there… Mr. Percival” Mbunda said firmly. “Our intelligence indicates that this is a nationalist uprising… the response must take this into account. Therefore, we will, politely refuse all external assistance. The Imperial Dahomian Army and Police Forces are sufficiently equipped to deal with this insurrection. Of course, you will be consulted at every stage of the operations”. Having delivered this message, Mbunda turned for the door. “Mr. Percival, my duties await.” Percival nodded, shook his hand once more and saw him out of the room. Once the door had closed behind him Mountjoy sighed. “Bloody wogs.” |
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| Greater Helvany | Mar 20 2016, 10:03 AM Post #4 |
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Pansdrift, Rodarika 2 March 2016 First Minister Maarten van Paarler had been asleep only about an hour ago, before which he had been aroused by the phone, like many diplomats and leaders throughout the region. Now he was in the Capitol building. "What's going on, Kurt?" asked van Paarler to General Kurt van Tonder. The aging Wehrmacht General looked grim towards the First Minister before speaking he saluted, "Mister First Minister, the Dahomian Nationalist Front have begun several insurrections throughout the Kantanga provice in Dahomey. Gespenst, Abwehr and the SD believe this move is part of a larger offensive towards the Dahomian Imperial Government, Valorian states, and the Akatsukian governments. Due to several incidents of foreign nationals being executed by these hooligans." "Who leads this band of misfits?" asked Paarler. The general didn't have time to say anything, "First Minister, we believe a certain Dahomian general named Samuel Warabe is responsible for these attacks." General Van Tonder replied, "Thank you, Franz. Excuse Franz Danzsig, First Minister. He is in charge of the Reich's Intelligence formations here in Rodarika." Both Danzsig and van Tonder were elderly, with Tonder about 63. Danzsig looked to be in his 50s, making Paarler the youngest. Paarler looked at both men, thinking aloud, "So if this Warabe is a general, he had access to weapons we have been selling to Dahomey?" Both nodded. "Damn. Get me in touch with Ragluhne and the Fuhrer!" "Yes, First Minister!" both men snapped to attention and saluted. |
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