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06-21-2019, 10:09 AM
Krasia, Republic of Wadyiah
0900 Hours
General Asad al-Hussain looked at the briefing in front of him with no sign of emotion on his face. One would think that his mood would be a little different, seeing how a mere twelve hours ago, his forces had seized control of the country in a well-timed, well-executed military coup, deposing the elected president who now awaited his fate in one of the empty storage rooms beneath the presidential family. Hours before, soldiers had stormed the building and after quickly overwhelming the president's security detail, had detained the head of state and his family, unceremoniously binding their arms and legs with tape, before dumping them inside the first empty room they could find. Transporting their new captives to another location would have risked a rescue attempt from loyalist forces and besides, its not like they needed to keep them detained for long. It was nearly time for the general's televised speech, anyway.
In their dark, improvised cell beneath the palace, the president and his family had spent the night in fear, but also resignation. The president had already figured out that if they haven't been transported to a more secure location yet, their fate had already been decided. They had spent the seemingly unending wait in silence. How could they speak? Afterall, their mouths were covered in tape, their captors denying them even this final comfort. They only had the darkness and the silence.
Then, the sound of a door creaking open and a blinding shaft of light fell on their faces. Three soldiers entered the room, while the president could see several more outside. They dragged his whimpering wife by the hair, dumping her in the hallway like a sack of potatoes. They grabbed his sons and dragged them as well. Then, they dragged him out, too, throwing him on the hard floor before he could catch his breath. A soldier's boot connected with his face, hard and he could feel something breaking, probably his nose. More boots hit him, along with something metallic and hard. A few meters away, his wife and sons were receiving the same treatment, beaten with crowbars and the stocks of the soldiers' rifles.
In that moment, the president's will broke and the tears started to flow. He knew they were going to die, but this? This was just cruelty for the sake of entertainment. Again and again the soldiers struck. Again and again, the hallway filled with the sounds of muffled cries, injured flesh and breaking bones. Only after what seemed like an eternity of pain, did the beating stop. The soldiers grabbed their prisoners and dragged them along and up the stairs, into the courtyard at the center of the presidential palace, where a rope had been suspended between two military cars. Their hands were bound to the rope, hanging them half-upright, their broken legs dragging on the floor. A camera crew was setting up their equipment, reporting something to a soldier that was supervising them with a rifle in his hands.
The soldiers who had beaten them, formed a line, grim expressions on their faces. At a signal, they raised their rifles and fired.
"People of Wadyiah," the general spoke to the camera in front of him. "At nine o'clock this morning, the president and his family were executed for treason. In the interest of preserving this nation from those who would see it turned into a western puppet, I had no choice but to order my troops to act. I ask you know to stand with me in these trying times and cooperate with my forces to insure that the transition to a new government goes smoothly."
"With the goal of expediting this transitional period, as well as to facilitate detaining the traitorous president's co-conspirators, I have hereby decided to suspend the constitution indefinitely. Therefore, I am declaring martial law until all of the traitors are rounded up. In addition, in order to prevent foreign powers from disrupting our transition to a truly free and just regime, I hereby order all foreign embassies and the so-called foreign journalists to leave the country within 24 hours. After this period of grace expires, any so-called diplomats and foreign journalists remaining in Wadyiah, shall be considered enemies of the state and under the procedures set forth by martial law, shall be detained and summarily executed."
"In addition, the so-called Silistrian Communist Party and its traitorous paramilitary forces, are ordered to immediately disband and surrender their weapons and their leaders into the custody of the Wadyian military. The travesty of their so-called autonomy has gone on for too long and it ends today. We have allowed these foreign invaders onto our soil for too long and they have grown fat and arrogant off the wealth of Wadyiah and have forgotten their proper place. Thus, as of today, all ethnic Carpathians in the country are hereby stripped of their rights, all their property is hereby confiscated and they are no longer considered citizens of Wadyiah. Their proper place in the future, shall be to serve the true citizens of this country in perpetuity, in order to make up for the crime of colonization that they have committed against this country."
"I ask the true, pure-blooded people of Wadyiah to stand with me in these trying times, as we build a new nation, stronger and better than before, one ready to take its rightful place at the head of the table, a new and better, more democratic Wadyiah that belongs not to foreign colonists and parasites, but to its rightful owners, those of Wadyian blood and Akhadic faith. Long live Wadyiah, under the grace of god."
Ashar, Autonomous Territory of Silistria
0930 Hours
The last twelve hours had managed to dismantle everything that the war-scarred country had worked so hard to build for over a decade. The constitutional order had been overthrown, its place taken by chaos and fear. Nowhere was that fear felt more strongly than in Silistria, Wadyiah's southernmost region, who had earned its autonomy during the last civil war, having paid for it in blood.
If this general thought that the Silistrians would just accept his 'new order', laying down their arms and submitting to the enslavement of their people, he was either insane, or a fool. He and his coup forces would find that the Silistrians were no strangers to war, neither weak, or ill-prepared. Dimitrie Dobrescu, governor of Silistria as elected by the congress of the Communist Party, responded to al-Husain's demands with a short and final refusal, declaring his regime illegitimate and unconstitutional, then signing the order to mobilize the region's various paramilitary forces, a well-equipped and well-trained army in its own right. Then, he picked up the red phone on his desk and called the number which he had memorized when he was instated into office. He called the embassy of the Allied States. "Ambassador," he said. "We have a problem."
0900 Hours
General Asad al-Hussain looked at the briefing in front of him with no sign of emotion on his face. One would think that his mood would be a little different, seeing how a mere twelve hours ago, his forces had seized control of the country in a well-timed, well-executed military coup, deposing the elected president who now awaited his fate in one of the empty storage rooms beneath the presidential family. Hours before, soldiers had stormed the building and after quickly overwhelming the president's security detail, had detained the head of state and his family, unceremoniously binding their arms and legs with tape, before dumping them inside the first empty room they could find. Transporting their new captives to another location would have risked a rescue attempt from loyalist forces and besides, its not like they needed to keep them detained for long. It was nearly time for the general's televised speech, anyway.
In their dark, improvised cell beneath the palace, the president and his family had spent the night in fear, but also resignation. The president had already figured out that if they haven't been transported to a more secure location yet, their fate had already been decided. They had spent the seemingly unending wait in silence. How could they speak? Afterall, their mouths were covered in tape, their captors denying them even this final comfort. They only had the darkness and the silence.
Then, the sound of a door creaking open and a blinding shaft of light fell on their faces. Three soldiers entered the room, while the president could see several more outside. They dragged his whimpering wife by the hair, dumping her in the hallway like a sack of potatoes. They grabbed his sons and dragged them as well. Then, they dragged him out, too, throwing him on the hard floor before he could catch his breath. A soldier's boot connected with his face, hard and he could feel something breaking, probably his nose. More boots hit him, along with something metallic and hard. A few meters away, his wife and sons were receiving the same treatment, beaten with crowbars and the stocks of the soldiers' rifles.
In that moment, the president's will broke and the tears started to flow. He knew they were going to die, but this? This was just cruelty for the sake of entertainment. Again and again the soldiers struck. Again and again, the hallway filled with the sounds of muffled cries, injured flesh and breaking bones. Only after what seemed like an eternity of pain, did the beating stop. The soldiers grabbed their prisoners and dragged them along and up the stairs, into the courtyard at the center of the presidential palace, where a rope had been suspended between two military cars. Their hands were bound to the rope, hanging them half-upright, their broken legs dragging on the floor. A camera crew was setting up their equipment, reporting something to a soldier that was supervising them with a rifle in his hands.
The soldiers who had beaten them, formed a line, grim expressions on their faces. At a signal, they raised their rifles and fired.
"People of Wadyiah," the general spoke to the camera in front of him. "At nine o'clock this morning, the president and his family were executed for treason. In the interest of preserving this nation from those who would see it turned into a western puppet, I had no choice but to order my troops to act. I ask you know to stand with me in these trying times and cooperate with my forces to insure that the transition to a new government goes smoothly."
"With the goal of expediting this transitional period, as well as to facilitate detaining the traitorous president's co-conspirators, I have hereby decided to suspend the constitution indefinitely. Therefore, I am declaring martial law until all of the traitors are rounded up. In addition, in order to prevent foreign powers from disrupting our transition to a truly free and just regime, I hereby order all foreign embassies and the so-called foreign journalists to leave the country within 24 hours. After this period of grace expires, any so-called diplomats and foreign journalists remaining in Wadyiah, shall be considered enemies of the state and under the procedures set forth by martial law, shall be detained and summarily executed."
"In addition, the so-called Silistrian Communist Party and its traitorous paramilitary forces, are ordered to immediately disband and surrender their weapons and their leaders into the custody of the Wadyian military. The travesty of their so-called autonomy has gone on for too long and it ends today. We have allowed these foreign invaders onto our soil for too long and they have grown fat and arrogant off the wealth of Wadyiah and have forgotten their proper place. Thus, as of today, all ethnic Carpathians in the country are hereby stripped of their rights, all their property is hereby confiscated and they are no longer considered citizens of Wadyiah. Their proper place in the future, shall be to serve the true citizens of this country in perpetuity, in order to make up for the crime of colonization that they have committed against this country."
"I ask the true, pure-blooded people of Wadyiah to stand with me in these trying times, as we build a new nation, stronger and better than before, one ready to take its rightful place at the head of the table, a new and better, more democratic Wadyiah that belongs not to foreign colonists and parasites, but to its rightful owners, those of Wadyian blood and Akhadic faith. Long live Wadyiah, under the grace of god."
Ashar, Autonomous Territory of Silistria
0930 Hours
The last twelve hours had managed to dismantle everything that the war-scarred country had worked so hard to build for over a decade. The constitutional order had been overthrown, its place taken by chaos and fear. Nowhere was that fear felt more strongly than in Silistria, Wadyiah's southernmost region, who had earned its autonomy during the last civil war, having paid for it in blood.
If this general thought that the Silistrians would just accept his 'new order', laying down their arms and submitting to the enslavement of their people, he was either insane, or a fool. He and his coup forces would find that the Silistrians were no strangers to war, neither weak, or ill-prepared. Dimitrie Dobrescu, governor of Silistria as elected by the congress of the Communist Party, responded to al-Husain's demands with a short and final refusal, declaring his regime illegitimate and unconstitutional, then signing the order to mobilize the region's various paramilitary forces, a well-equipped and well-trained army in its own right. Then, he picked up the red phone on his desk and called the number which he had memorized when he was instated into office. He called the embassy of the Allied States. "Ambassador," he said. "We have a problem."
