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Post by Porcu on Oct 31, 2007 15:26:25 GMT -5
Curia Hostilia"We have a problem...", Tiberius Maxentius said before the Senate, speaking with a tone of voice that none of the other Senators had ever heard come from him before. The recent news coming from the Senatorial Province of Dacia had obviously taken up much of Tiberius's time and energy, as recently his eyes appeared baggy and he frequently dozed off. "The string of protests coming from Dacia have alarmed me and I hope that it does to you as well, for Rome cannot appear weak to her enemies or allies! My calls of action to Governor Claudius have not resulted in the desired outcome..." The protests, while beginning as small scattered groups, began during Tiberius's first term as Consul and his inability to deal with the situation has left him very vulnerable. Not only has a solution to the rapidly expanding problem not come easy to Tiberius his political standing has taken quite a hit from the other Senators. Gaius Brutus, the Quaestor of the Roman Senate (the 2nd highest ranking official only behind the Consuls) and Tiberius's most outspoken critic now took the opportunity to bash his noble rival even more. "So, Tiberius what you are saying is that in your entire term as Consul, dating back to last year, has been worthless in terms of solving this problem, correct? May I say that you are not fit to be Consul and that your counterpart, Decimus Minucius Augurinus, who is not even a noble and has been a Consul for only a few weeks has accomplished more than you have in almost 2 years! I too wish for this disgraceful situation to disappear, however I have lost all confidence in your leadership ability Tiberius..." ========================== Aedeba, Dacia, Province of the SPQRWhile the debate and political battle raged on in Rome the Popular Front, a growing terrorist group dedicated to the liberation of Dacia and other Senatorial Provinces of the region, began to finalize their plans of an attack... OOC: I'll be adding more to this...if no one joins it'll be a nice little news story for everyone to follow I'll also add a map soon...feel free to jump in whenever
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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Oct 31, 2007 18:26:02 GMT -5
(OOC: I'M BACK!!!! I think its time for Hyrule to get more action from Sir Metz, so here I am. Porcu-I hope this doesn't ruin your thread, if so-I can make a new one. Hello Everyone (and Hyrule))
The people of the old country of Spain, realised that this was their chance to break free again. Now that the grip in leadership was becoming loose, they quickly began to organise themselves in an attempt to take back what they once had. They all began to go to the old capital of Spain, Madrid, and held their first meeting. They called themselves Spanish Second Republic, and named Francisco Franco as their leader. They all looked up to him to lead them to freedom. He made everyone feel like Spain was the best thing there ever was, and they all were willing to risk their lives for the cause.
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Post by starman deluxe on Nov 1, 2007 21:25:11 GMT -5
News quickly reached the isolated nation of Starman Deluxe. As their leader Evan has been thinking about coming out of isolation he sees this as a chance to have a potential big ally in the world around him. So Evan decides to send a coded telegram, which read thus:
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To the leader of Porcu: Salutations! We, the benevolent nation of Starman Deluxe, wish to send our most wonderful greetings. We have heard about this 'rebellion' in your area, and, though it will probably not help, wish you the best of luck. Please do not respond to this note, with the number of things going on in Starman Deluxe, it will be difficult to send any sort of aids or troops.
-Evan. Grand Duke of Starman Deluxe.
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But when coded properly read thus:
We wish to help. Please Respond with number of aids or troops.
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Post by Porcu on Nov 2, 2007 15:16:36 GMT -5
Aedeba, Dacia, Province of the SPQRIvan stared over at his comrades, fellow Dacian nationals, and readied himself for the moment to come. Hours upon hours of time had been dedicated to preparing this plan, making sure that every detail was carefully examined and that nothing was overlooked. Georgi, Aleksandar, Stanislav, and Andrei, the other Popular Front members, also prepared for their moment of glory. Georgi began to pray, Aleksandar cleaned his AK-47 as well as his Makarov PM, Stanislav simply sat in a corner of the room trying to get some rest before they carried out their plan, head resting on his chest. Lastly, Andrei began to hum a Dacian folk song to which everyone slowly joined in, eventually growing in loudness and vigor to the point where Boris, a small inn keeper who was allowing the basement of his inn to be used as a meeting place of the Popular Front, came and quieted them down. "Fools! Do you want to be caught by the Romans?!?" "No Boris...", Ivan said not evening looking up. "Come on comrades...There is work to be done." Slowly the 5 men began to exit from the basement, creeping their way up the stairs each one placing their hand on Boris' shoulder before climbing out and entering the inn. Ivan was last to come out of the basement and he thanked Boris for all the things he had to put up with, least of all putting his life on the line by supporting the Popular Front. The time had come and the 5 men made their way out of the inn and quickly entered Georgi's car, the cold winter wind blowing with full force against their faces. "Are we set to go, Aleksandar?", Ivan asked as Aleksandar was the one in charge of acquiring the weapons necessary to carry out their plan. "We are set..." ===================================== News Brief...Governor Claudius of the Senatorial Province of Dacia has been assassinated earlier this morning...Guards of Governor Residence were overpowered and under gunned themselves...All 5 assassins committed suicide...7 guards, 2 secretaries, the Governor's private assistant and the Governor were all killed...Details are still arriving...Senate has vowed action ===================================== Highlighted area is Dacia
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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Nov 2, 2007 15:23:21 GMT -5
There were about 20 men sitting in a secret room inside of a large warehouse building. They were watching the news and discovered that a rebellion was occurring on the far eastern front of the Roman Empire. They were Planning on Rebelling as well, but then this changed everything. They decided to wait for their rebellion until the Roman Empire sent their forces to the east. Then they would rise under Francisco Franco, freeing him from prison. He would then be able to take over the military control, as most of the soldiers in the West were still loyal to him, even though they were wearing an SPQR Uniform. Slowly but surely they would be able to resist the grip of the empire, and free themselves once again. "Viva la Espana!! Viva Francisco Franco!" All of the men shouted as they turned off the t.v. an exited the room and went on with their lives to meet at a later date.
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Post by Porcu on Nov 2, 2007 21:16:11 GMT -5
Curia Hostilia Consuls sit at the front, with the other Senators seated on the sides of the Curia. "This has gotten out of control, Tiberius!", Gaius Brutus yelled from his seat in the Senate building. "I have just gotten word that Governor Claudius was murdered and all you can manage to say in an interview with the media is 'The Senate will deal with these individuals swiftly?' I'm sorry, my friend, but that just will not do! I've had enough of your laziness the moment when Rome needs leadership the most! I motion to have Tiberius Maxentius, the current Consul of the SPQR, removed from his position within the Senate!" A loud roar rose from the other Senators for a moment it appeared that no one would second Brutus' motion, but finally a voice was clearly heard to have said, "I second the motion!" Trying to keep things orderly within the Curia, Cornelius Maluginensis Uritinus, the Promagistrate of the Senate and person responsible for tallying all votes during a voting session, began to shout commands to the other Senators. "All those in favor of Tiberius Maxentius' removal from his position as Consul please make your way to the left-hand side of the Curia! Those opposed to his removal stand on the right-hand side!" Quickly the Senators began to shift their way, those heading for the left overpowering those heading to the right. Within a minute the Promagistrate was able to begin the tally, but it was apparent, right from the beginning, that Tiberius' had lost the battle. A staunch militarist during his career as Consul, it apparently wasn't enough even for most of the Senators now. With the final tally being 83-15 "For", Tiberius slowly took off the insignia and laurel that marked the Consul and laid them on the seat that he used to occupy before blending into the mass of Senators. His political career certainly was not over, but it had taken a defining blow. With that out of the way, Gaius Brutus now turned his attention to a letter received just the other day from the relatively unknown nation of Starman Deluxe. Brutus handed this note over to Decimus Minucius Augurinus, the only Consul at the moment, who gazed over it. "Let them know that we will gladly accept a small number of their troops to be sent to Dacia. The number will be completely up to them and also let them know that Rome is very interesting in exchanging diplomats and representatives. Now about our own forces, I propose that the III, X, and XIV Legions begin their march to Dacia to quell this revolution..." A shout of support rung from the other Senators and so the next phase of the revolution began...
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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Nov 4, 2007 11:40:26 GMT -5
The next meeting was held in an abandoned factory. About 100 people showed up, each expressing that they knew of at least ten others willing to join them, and that they all knew of more. With this news, the people began a plot to take over the prison where Fransisco Franco was held captive. They all began to cheer wildly at the thought of freedom and a reunified Spain. Then, they gathered their weapons, after drinking a bit too much alcohol, and began the revolution without even knowing it. They marched to the Prison, which was several blocks away. Several Police Officers shot at the men who, while in a drunken stupor, were shooting ruthlessly into Government Buildings and such. The Police Officers stood no chance however.
Then the prison could be seen. They had an advanced warning that a riot was headed their way, but they did not know of their intentions. Suddenly, bullets could be heard hitting the concrete walls. The Prison Guards killed about 20 men from their towers, but again, the drunken men overpowered them. They flooded through the entrance gate, screaming "Viva Espana" and "Francicso Franco Will Lead us!!" and things like "We Don't need the Romans!". An with that, they released all of the so called Traitors, that were the old military leaders of Spain. Francisco Franco was given a gun, and the men quickly fell into rank. No one knew what was going to happen next, but it took a violent turn.
The Men ran into the streets, and stole any car they could find. They proceeded to drive to a military base about an hour away. They shot down several police cars and even a squad car with their loaded weapons throughout the drive.
Francisco Franco, knowing his old friend was the man in charge of the Military Base, was planning on taking control. Upon their arrival, they radioed to the men on Guard, telling them who it was and their intentions. Within Minutes, the entire place was under Franco's control, and they had radioed to the other two military bases within Spain, asking for their support, because they were lead by Franco Loyalists as well.
Th Feedback they got was mixed. From the one base, a "Roger That! We are listening to your command!" was heard, from the other, "Roger That!! *Gunfire and screaming* and then the radio went silent. No one knew what had happened there.
So Far, two of the three military bases were under Franco's control. This gave them access to Southern and Western of Spain. The last military base, who was outnumbered, but had more firepower, had control of the small portion that was left. North East Spain was under Roman control but now faced two rebel/Spanish Military Bases that were angry and wanting their freedom....
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Post by Dark Archon on Nov 5, 2007 2:16:33 GMT -5
Dacia
A lone man stood at the corner, minding his own business. It seemed he was doing nothing but loitering, but he was actually listening to a tight beam transmission.
"We have some information for you, Sphinx. Locate some members of the Popular Front. We know they are hard to locate, but it is imperative you find them. To make them allies would benefical to us. Tell them that you can provide some assistance to return their land to a prosperous one, with a good ally on their side."
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Post by Porcu on Nov 5, 2007 20:33:18 GMT -5
The Quiet Wolf Pub, Aedeba, Dacia, Province of the SPQR
Boris stood behind the counter cleaning what appeared to be an endless supply of dirty and used glasses, cups, and dishes. Business had been great during the day and Boris was looking forward to closing down the pub for the evening, only to open it once again in a few hours. The Quiet Wolf had been host to a variety of characters earlier that night. Some were local drunks while others were men that the Romans would pay hefty amounts of money in catching, but now the pub was relatively empty except for the occasional passed out man with his half drunken pint of beer sitting in front of him.
Boris gazed over at the last man who was still passed out and slowly sighed. During the course of the last few hours the other drunks had awoken and headed back home, however one still remained.
"Let's go...", Boris said to the man. "Ye've been here long enough and it's about time ye were put out of my range of responsibility...meaning my bar."
The man grunted and sluggishly made his way to the door, twice letting his feet slip from under him and having Boris drag his limp, odorous body to the door. Once there Boris simply threw the man out into the dark, cold night and as the man slowly picked himself up from the snow Boris spotted another man walking in his direction. Within a few seconds Boris saw that the man was looking to enter the pub, to which Boris responded,
"I'm sorry stranger, but this here pub is closed..."
"I didn't come for a drink.", was the quick response.
"How can I help you then? Your not a Roman by chance, are ye?"
"No, I'm no Roman but if I could talk to you for a minute or two that would help me out a lot..."
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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Nov 5, 2007 22:15:30 GMT -5
All throughout the region of Spain, Francisco Franco was now being honored and respected. The Statues of Rome were being crushed and beaten. One man could be seen wielding a large mallet, smashing it into a marble structure that stood 15 feet tall.
People were out in the streets everywhere, chanting and yelling. The screams could be heard out into the country side. Everyone was happy and jubilant as they had regained their status.
Meanwhile, inside of the barracks in the north, many men had been promoted, executed, exiled, and demoted. Franco had found his favorite men and gave them command of the army. "You there!" Snarled Franco, "Follow him to the next room." A minute later the escort would return with his uniform, slightly bloodied, and give Franco his badge. Then it was handed to the man of Franco's liking. These men were quickly gaining in number and strength. They would now call themselves the Nationalist Forces. They had more than one enemy however, with Rome coming upon them, and another unknown fiend emerging from the crowds.
Inside of a Office Building, several people were making phone calls like crazy. In the next room, people were drawing things upon a large map, pinned to a brown tack board. These men would come to be known as the Republicans. They were a bit unorganized militarily, but had very loyal patriots willing to die for their beliefs, instead of men who feared the hand of Franco. These men were slowly organizing themselves with each monotonous phone call. Men, women and children were slowly becoming aware of this growing force.
What would the future hold for all of Spain and its people. Was a grand war to follow, or would the people unite under one banner to create a unified Spain under one leader? No one knew, but there were three forces in the mix, and only one would be able to win the race...
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Post by Porcu on Nov 7, 2007 15:38:34 GMT -5
Messages were being sent back and forth between the VII Legion's Headquarters and Rome. Commanders within the Legion still had not received any orders on what to do in order to combat the rebellion in Spain, or as the Romans called it "Hispania." Some commanders, including the de facto Legionary commander, believed that a grand strategy was being concocted in Rome and only when it was complete would the orders be sent.
The reality was much worse.
According to Roman law only the Consuls could lead an army into battle and while this usually worked the problem in this case was that tensions within the Senate had lead to the removal of one of the Consuls, delaying the arrival of a Consul to lead the Legions. Days had passed after Tiberius Maxentius was removed from his office of Consul and still the Senate had no clear choice as to who would take his place. Finally, it was decided that Marcus Tullius Cicero, or simply known as Cicero, would take the other Consul position.
More days passed and while Franco's forces appeared to become stronger and more resilient the VII Legion in Northern Hispania simply stood idly by waiting for one of the Consuls to arrive and take command, for it was against Roman law for one other than a Consul to take command of and army.
*ZICK-ZICK----ZAK-ZICK-ZAK-ZAK-ZICK*
The machine within the Headquarters responsible for receiving orders suddenly flew into action, churning out a small but very important message.
=============================================== TO: VII LEGION
MESSAGE: CONSUL CICERO ARRIVING - PREPARE FOR CONQUEST ===============================================
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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Nov 7, 2007 17:07:35 GMT -5
Francisco Franco and his men finally organized themselves into an Army. They had their two main Battalions, now ready to march into the odly waiting Romans. They also recruited a large number of men to begin going from city to city, fighting the Republican Party, who was a pest among their revolution. Franco had no worries about them however, it seems that something was stirring about the Romans.
The door to Franco's office flew open, and a man with a scruffy beard and tired eyes came running in.
"General Franco! Both Battalions are in place for the flank and head on attack. Shall we sen the orders?"
Franco was sitting in his chair, looking at a map of Spain as the man came into his newly created office. He reclined in his chair, licked his lips, and then threw a peanut from his desk into his mouth.
"Well General Zavala,"He replied thinking very hard and chewing on his peanuts,"There seems to be something wrong here doesn't there?"
The man then appeared timid in front of the powerful Franco," Uh..uh...Of Course General!"
Franco replied hastily,"Well what it is!" he bellowed from his chair whilst standing up and slamming his fist onto his desk.
"Um...uh...well General" the man began to say as Franco interrupted him again and yelled, "The Romans have not done a thing as we have taken over! Isn't there something peculiar about that? I want to know what the hell they are doing. Be at my desk tomorrow with the information I want to know, or face the gates of heaven. They must be setting a trap or something, and I am not content with just attacking them. NOW GO!"
The man shook his head violently and ran back out of the room. He was shocked and confused at what he had just heard, but did not dare to go back and ask. He started his quest to find what he needed, hoping to live to see the sun next week....
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Post by Dark Archon on Nov 7, 2007 18:42:12 GMT -5
The man stood silent for a second, as to collect his thoughts.
"Your name is Boris, yes?"
The man named Boris nodded.
"I have a interesting prospect for you. It seems my nation has a interest in your rebellion. We would gladly see a new democracy or dictatorship in these lands that would be favorable to us. Our nation is prepared to help you if you so desire it. We would gladly like to resinstitute a party favorable to the Reich."
Boris's eyes seemed to narrow.
"Yes, my dear friend, I am from the Reich. The Kaiser looks favorably on someone who wants this pitiful and corrupt obliarchy to be put to its end. In fact, some of the Reich's greatest assasins like myself are on the way to take care of Rome's ruling families. We await your decision, my friend."
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Post by Porcu on Nov 7, 2007 21:07:07 GMT -5
Boris chuckled to himself, unable to withhold the laughter that had built up. While it was a relatively small and insignificant matter to laugh about, Boris was laughing because he was amused with the idea that he was a major Popular Front leader.
"Please excuse my laughter...It's just that I'm only a pub owner and happen to share da' same feelings about the Romans as da' Popular Front. Come inside..."
Boris waved to the stranger and lead him inside the pub. Several candles were still alight, scattered all around the room, allowing Boris to see his visitor somewhat but not completely. Boris let the stranger sit down at one of the barstools while he went behind the counter and poured himself and his visitor a drink.
"So...You wish to talk directly to da' Popular Front?"
"Yes. I was under the impression that you carried a little more influence within the Front."
"Haha! I wish that were so. No, I am simply da' man who provides another hideout for them. Now, about this proposition...It sounds very intriguing and certainly will be something that da' Popular Front will drool over, but that is not my decision to make. However, I do know where their headquarters is..."
Boris then began to explain to the stranger the route he would need to take in order to arrive at the Front's main location. Left, right, one block north, then east, right again, and the directions were so intricate that the stranger began to wonder if Boris was telling the truth about his simple standing within the Front.
"Finally, da' code is 'Alice'...be sure to knock 2 times befor' coughin' loudly. Ye' got all dat?"
The stranger was chosen specifically for reasons like this and had no problem in storing the long list of directions and specifications. Boris noticed that his visitor nodded slightly before downing his drink and wondered if he had anything else on his mind...
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Post by Dark Archon on Nov 8, 2007 15:58:31 GMT -5
Sphinx followed Boris's directions to the T. Arriving at a steel door in a lonely corridor, he rapped on the door twice and then coughed as loud as he could. A slider built in the door opened and a pair of eyes filled the void.
"Password?"
"Alice."
The slider closed and the door opened for Sphinx to enter. As soon as he entered guns were drawn upon him.
"Can't be too careful stranger", the doorman said. "Who are you and where are you from."
Sphinx stood and removed his hood from his head. It revealed a blonde man with piercing blue eyes and scars running from his eyebrows to his cheeks on both sides.
"My name is Sphinx. Boris has sent me. I am on the behalf of the Reich. The Reich wishes to be of some assistance to you." ==============================================
Rome
Jerec crouched on the rooftop of a building in downtown Rome, one of the few buildings that faced the Senate building. The man had his Mauser 86SR in his arms, crosshairs aimed at the entrance. It was then that Tiberius Maxentius walked out and began to descend down the steps. It was then that Jerec spoke softly in his radio headpiece. "Tiberius Maxentius, number 1. Remember it well SilentNight . Nights, track the other members of the house and find what their schedule consists of. Let's move. Go."
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