September 1st
The office of the Prime Minister
The Prime Minister paced his office frantically, with only his most trusted advisor, Field Marshal Adolph, allowed to see his distress.
"You see how they have turned the world against us. See how the Negro conspiracy has taken over the world. F*cking Wilburforcians have even taken over his Majesty's government. Brazil has been silently usurped. They even use their influence to subvert the noble French race. Napoleon would roll in his grave to see this blasphemy!"
"This is true, and it is as I have said, the Negroes must be stopped sir. Your foresight will be remembered in History, for you will be the solution to the biggest problem the world has ever faced, the blacks. Look at the American Civil War, the Haitian slave rebellion, the disgusting state of Liberia! Theyre growing bolder and bolder! Action is what we need now.
But the world is against us. All have left our side. The crown has abandoned us. Countries from across the globe have denounced us! Were being embargoed by everyone and their dog.
Mr. Prime Minister, the Union will go alone if we must. The crown is the laughing stock of the world, the French are obsessed with sardine cans on wheels, and the USA allows itself to be led by a cripple. Japan, a land of slant-eyes, is considered a power. It is not us that is crazy, it is the Globe. The Union is free now, we must use that freedom. Are the bombers I ordered ready?
Of course Adolph. The Tribes shall burn!
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September 4th
Alexander Beowulf was in the penthouse of a beautifully crafted building in Cape Towns district 6. Across from him sat a hard-faced man, presumably of Swiss origin. They were haggling over a plate of fine South African Antelope with maizebread on the side. The Antelope was finely marinated with wines from the vineyards of Mr. Beowulf. He leaned back in his chair and outstretched his hands, picking up the conversation where they had left off.
"Monsieur, le prix est juste. Vous ne financez pas un seigneur de la guerre, vous financez la liberté d'une nation! Quest-ce que plus vous demandez?"
The Swiss man dabbed his cheek with his linen napkin and responded, "Nous demandons 1% plus. Vous devez comprendre que nous ne prêtons pas habituellement aux individus. En particulier sommes ceci grandes. "
"C'est indigne!"
"Mais non, monsieur, cest commerce."
Alexander leaned over the table towards the Swiss banker. His enormous presence of personality began to show.
"Vous êtes en mon établissement, vous mangez ma nourriture, vous buvez mon vin, et vous regarde mes femmes. Vous êtes dans ma ville, vous êtes dans mon pays. Ne dites-moi pas qui est commerce. Nous compromettrons à une .5% plus. Je fais confiance cest satisfaisant."
The banker suddenly grinned largely and in broken English said, Quite very much so acceptable, Monsieur. The 1 Million pounds will be transferred immediately.
The Swiss man then grabbed his coat and hat and headed out the door. Au revoir, et bonne chance. He said as he began to descend the staircase.
Alexander just smiled.
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October 29th
Field Marshal Adolph looked at the map in front of him. It was almost in place. His artillery, his sub-machinegun equipped infantry, the airstrips for his fighter-bombers. In a lightning campaign he would purge major strong holds of Black Power in his nation. He would be a hero, and he would quickly rise within this new republic.
He would be the Caesar of Africa, but his Gaul had to burn. He came, he saw, he slaughtered.
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October 30th
Aboard the HMS Cork, William Burke spoke with Vice Admiral Grey and laid bare to him the plan that his group was planning on putting into play.
and thusly it is of the utmost importance that you get in touch with your superior immediately and inform him. Their bank accounts must be frozen at once! The opposition will triumph. But this operation cannot seem like it was supported by the British. We must be our own liberators.
I will send it up the chain of command. Now, is there anything else you need?
Why yes, yes there is
., and Burke produced a cheque for 1,000,000 English Pounds. The Vice Admirals jaw dropped at such a large sum.
Cruiser Tanks. Lots of Cruiser Tanks.
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November the 14th
The Prime Minister posed for the flashing cameras as he signed the Relocation Act into law. It was time for him to give one of his famous impromptu speeches.
Afrikaners, today is a monumental day. Today we ensure the purity and safety of our children. Today we take a page from the history books of America and deal with our inferiors like they deserve. I am pleased to announce the creation of Negro Reservations. There will be 10 Huge Reservations in which the beasts can live in their native habitat, away from our daughters and sons.
We must stand in solidarity. It seems as if we are alone in the world, but we are not. For as long as Jesus is on our side, we will never be alone. The Negros have until December 27th to comply and leave the lands that are rightfully ours. They must make their way to the Reservation on foot. Long live the Union, South Africa prevails!
The Press looked a little shaken though, perhaps because of the Prime Ministers reckless decisions. If only they knew his brilliance, they would be at his feet.
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November 30th
The Meeting of the Fathers of Africa had commenced. In a candle lit room in a fort in some former Zulu village, some of the most prominent men in South Africa and Rhodesia met. Millionaires, Generals, Admirals, Mayors, and Tribal leaders. Intellectuals frequented the meetings as well. The Fathers of Africa was not an entirely white group, nor an entirely male one. In fact, at this meeting of the Inner 8, there was a Woman and two native leaders at the Elliptical Table along with 5 white members. Alexander Beowulf opened the meeting by taking a sip from the Platinum Chalice and passing it along. Once the pomp and ritual was out of the way, they got right down the business.
Friends, the hour of our dreams approaches. We have sought to introduce tolerance and freedom to Africa through clandestine, covert, and utterly meaningless and useless. But now we have the chance to start anew, to start a Liberal Utopia. You are all aware of the current situation. But we must decide on a course of action first. Now, Thomas, you have assured me that you can deliver me the Army
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And the meeting continued for hours as the plan was hashed out to the last detail. In the end, the proposal to use force was accept by a vote of 7-0-1, with Madame Richelieu abstaining since she was yet unsure of how this would affect her influence and holdings.
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December 20th
The unmarked Freighter arrived in Durban with a delivery for Beowulf Inc. Within hours, 2 Divisions of Cruiser Tank were off the boat, and before even that all the telegraph lines had been cut and the Governor and Mayor were in custody. With Tanks at the ready and 1000 Mercenaries with SMGs making sure no one escaped, it was a waiting game. The forged telegraphs that would be sent out daily to make sure that no one missed a city were ready and equipped.
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December 27th
Today was the Prime Ministers day of glory. His deadline had come and he now could give Order Omega. He went to the telegrapher and dictated the message he wanted sent.
ADOLPH stop OMEGE stop AUTHORIZED stop COMMENCE stop EXTERMINATION stop CONFRIM stop
The Prime Minister waited for his response and it finally came back. To his shock it came back with one word.
NEGATIVE
He was shocked. Angrily he replied
FIELD stop MARSHAL stop ADOLPH stop THAT stop WAS stop NOT stop A stop REQUEST stop IT stop WAS stop AN stop ORDER stop.
Again he waited, but this time he received a message that made him nauseous.
ORDER DISREGARDED. FIELD MARSHAL ADOLPH IS UNABLE AT THIS TIME TO FUNCTION IN HIS ROLE, SO THIS IS INTERIM FIELD MARSHAL THOMAS REDD. OPERATION OMEGA WILL NOT PUT EXECUTED, AND NEITHER WILL NATIVES.
The Prime Minister had to clutch his chair. His army had mutinied against him. He needed to think of an outside of the box, but he had no ideas, not notions, no nothing. He felt like a baby, abandoned by his mother.
The Prime Minister, a grown man, sat behind his mahogany desk and cried.
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December 31st
At 0900 2 Divisions of tanks followed by a column of 650,000 Natives rolled into Pretoria. Pretoria was one of the last vestiges of Racist Afrikaner power. It was surprising how fast people embraced the winning side when promised amnesty.
Alexander Beowulf led a small task force through the executive palace to retrieve the Prime Minister. This coup would be bloodless.
When they kicked down the door, they saw a disheveled, unkempt, and insane man, muttering out the window. They assumed it was the Prime Minister, so they proceeded carefully. The madman was staring out the windows, muttering The army, then the air force, then the governors. The Union is dead, the Union is dead and so am I. The soldiers took him into custody, and Alexander walked out to the balcony of the Palace. From here he could address the 650,000 overrunning the streets, plus the inhabitants.
Africans, lend me your ears. You all bear witness to a new age. An age of tolerance, of empathy, of progress. You witness the rising of an age where merit is the only factor of a person that matters, not gender nor race nor age. You bear witness to the future. The Dark Continent will be enlightened. We will carry on; we will create a perfect state.
I declare the suspension of the parliament of South Africa and the dissolution of the Union of South Africa. I am calling a constitutional convention, the likes of which had not been seen since Philadelphia. We will be free, we have become free, and we will be free.
Africa Eternal!
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