Kentharu
Zebra Commander
yes i think he said something like that!!
DNESR Resurrection
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Insane_Panda
Deity
I am doing this for certain extenuating circumstances which would make it impossible to annex the whole of the Dutch mainland at this time.
Insane_Panda
Deity
Sorry, but i must send orders tomorrow in the morning. Computer is giving me problems which I dont want to deal with at such a late hour, so im going to get some rest and do both sets tomorrow.
das
Regeneration In Process
OOC: This represents the final switch from the previous "revolutionary saga" and to the new one, and in the process must take care of all or most loose ends.
IC:
End of the Beginning.
France was a very cold country. And 4184 AF was a very cold year. Even the tropical Rome was wrecked with storms that year. In France, snow was still falling in spring. As summer begun, the last remains of snow already melted (outside of South Provence and South Alsace)... and everything was awfully wet and humid, the roads turned into a swamp and the streets were also full of dirt. It was a bad time to be outside, and Canrobert Dupleix never liked to leave his house for too long anyway, especially now, after his brief imprisonment.
Canrobert Dupleix, Henri Fouche's former marechal-of-counterintellegence, no longer held any public offices, but he kept the mansion that was given to him by Henry Fouche for his services. He spent day and night there, albeit he, in spite of the psychological traume of the last few days of the Fouche regime and the following imprisonment, remained quite healthy, especially for his extremelly old age. At first, he wasn't allowed to leave the house anyway, but he never did intend to do so. His only contacts with the outer world until very recently were either by letter, either through his devoted grandaughter, Agnes Dupleix; there were also the guards sent by the Committee of National Defense, but Dupleix never communicated with them, and they didn't talk to him neither. The guards in fact made sure not to be noticed more than unavoidable, upon the special orders of Armand Bonaparte. None knew why did he care so much about Dupleix; mostly it was supposed that Bonaparte, the powerful head of the Committee of National Defense, intended to use him somehow in the future, or perhaps to keep him on his good side so that Dupleix doesn't reveal some dirty secrets of the Crimson Revolution, in which Dupleix almost did participate.
Then again, maybe it was out of simple compassion.
Canrobert Dupleix didn't bother checking.
Since his release, Dupleix concentrated on one thing. One task that was to be the epilogue to his life. A rather eccentric task it was. Where other old men would've written their memoirs, Dupleix begun writing history, he begun working on a complete "secret" history of the Late Fouche Regime, the Crimson Revolution and its aftermath.
Contemporary psychology states that all the people could be divided into introverts, who channel most of their energy into themselves, and extroverts, who instead channel their energy outwards. Dupleix was definitely an extravert. His life was that of political intrigue grand and petty, and though he was now barred from it, he was still quite interested in it, no matter what he said to Armand Bonaparte when he visited Dupleix in prison.
So every day, Agnes would provide Canrobert Dupleix with food, drinks and books, and paper if he ran out of it, and he personally would search his secret archives, he would gather all sorts of data. Soon, he finished the prologue explaining his intentions and begun writing the first chapter of the Late Fouche Regime part of his work, writing about the devastation of the civil war, and the incident when Jacques Fouche had little Henri's teacher shot for liberal propaganda. As he delved into his work, he soon realized that it was even better than he had hoped. Yes - his life found a new meaning.
Time flew by, month after month ended, and, as Canrobert Dupleix joked on his 82nd birthday just after his release from the Charlon Prison, he was "one year closer to death". But it certainly didn't show - though his hair was completely gray since the imprisonment, he still was, as mentioned before, quite healthy and indeed one of those people who just live on and on, and don't even lose all their teeth (Dupleix didn't). Besides, when a man is doing what he likes to do, he has less chances of going ill, or so the psychologists say. Canrobert Dupleix didn't read many psychologists, apart from, ofcourse, that genius Charles Villepin, who wrote the "Psychological History of the Tartar Empire". The famous 40th century work was one of his main inspirations - even in the prologue, Dupleix reffered to it and mentioned that in many things, Fouche's France DID resemble the Tartar Empire, only an introverted one, to borrow that psychological terminology again.
In fact, so did the Committee France. In a way, even more so. The country was being re-invigorated by a new government, it was growing in strenght rapidly, the leaders wanted to lead the people forward to whatever, and the people wanted to be led somewhere as well. And, ofcourse, there was one great leader in charge of it all.
Armand Bonaparte. This man has fascinated Canrobert Dupleix since he had first heard of him. A man of unknown, presumably-aristocratic, descent, a son of one of those Latin military engineers who were invited into France by Jacques Fouche before he became completely senile, once an amateur writer and an enthusiastic liberal, then - after the Lyon riots - a radical of confusing leaning that weren't left nor right, the founder and leader of the Crimson Movement (or the Nationale-Socialiste Front... but what the hell was that, a Nationalist or a Socialist group?), the organizer of an united front against Fouche, the man who personally fooled Canrobert Dupleix and his counterintellegence service... the ruler of France today, as the head of the Committee of National Defense. And, according to rumours, France's future monarch - but then again, rumours are rumours...
Alongside him was a group of potentially-odious, but definitely competent men. Brought together only by Armand's charisma and determination, those bright personalities could have wrecked France into pieces and showered it in blood of civil war had they not been forced to ally. For instance, Maxim Frimaire - a nihilist of equally-vague descent, born in the figurative underworld of Paris, once a petty thief and murderer, later - a volunteer in the French army under the name of Pierre Deat who proved himself a tactical genius and gave the Scandinavians in the last border war a thousand bloody noses, and then escaped back to Paris, tried to take over the underworld but was stopped by Paris' mafia king Francois Turenne, got into serious trouble with the Intendante of Paris Eugene Dantes - incidentally, a member of the Octaviate just like Canrobert Dupleix, who happened to scorn him severely; thankfully the man perished during the revolution, perished bravely like only a moron could, defending the Bastille against, ironically enough, Frimaire and his men who assaulted the government palace/prison complex through a complex system of tunnels - and switched between several rebel organizatons before joining the Crimson Movement. There, he stayed, helped bring down Turenne and then Fouche as well. Now he was in charge of the Committee's own security, so he was Dupleix' collegue now, and to be honest, Frimaire - perhaps because he knew the underworld better, perhaps because he didn't have to jockey for power and very survival in the government, perhaps for those and other reasons - was doing a much better job than Dupleix, having already purged the Parisian crime world.
Then there was the ever-enigmatic Georges Jomini, once an aspiring humanitarian philosopher... and then, after disappearing for several years, Armand Bonaparte's right hand, the man who also defeated Canrobert Dupleix, who had an unnatural ability to seek out traitors and spies in the rebel ranks... and to convince them to betray their masters. He also proved himself a ruthless, competent commander during the Crimson Revolution, having rooted out Foucheist opposition outside of the city's center, having secured the key Paris radio stations and finally having participated in Maxim Frimaire's assault on and out of Bastille. While Maxim Frimaire was in charge of France's counter-espionage, Jomini took for himself the intellegence... and the domestic affairs. In them, against all logic, he proved quite capable as well, although he did surround himself with economical advisors and himself concentrated on the public relations.
Charles Rohan and Pierre Ravaillac finished the list. The former, a one-eyed (since the Revolution) commander of the NSF freedom fighters, all of the sudden got foreign affairs, although that was really handled by Armand Bonaparte, or so rumours said and Dupleix, in this one case, believed. He also was, more importantly, in charge of the French militia. If France was ever invaded or if it fell into civil war, Rohan would be the one who will mobilize the militias into battle... as he already mobilized the National Militia in cooperation with Maxim Frimaire to combat crime, the Ligue de la Renaissance la Fascism (former allies of the Crimson Movement that since then turned on it) and Mexican terrorists.
Pierre Ravaillac, much more conventionally, was an army commander who just happened to lead la Tigre Division into Paris just in time to save the Revolution. For that, he took over the military now, where he immediately distinguished himself by organizing a coalition invasion of Mexico for Neo-Aztec incursions into Besancon, that was immediately termed by opposition newspapers as "Operation: Overkill".
Canrobert Dupleix gathered information on them all, but was also interested in the other side of the spectre, which was the reason for today's meeting. He met today one of his former agents, Louis Proust, who worked for Frimaire now. From him, Dupleix learned lots of interesting information, but, alas, not enough, particularily he failed in his main task - to find out more about the Ligue de la Renaissance la Fascism. He did now learn that it was led by a mystirious man called Robert d'Alencon. All that was known about him apart from his potential aristocracy was that he was mystirious.
On the other hand, Dupleix did learn about Maurice Graveaux, the man whom he didn't at all like. He didn't like this nervous, hateful, conscience-less little man even when he was an obedient executor or a contact of the Crimsonards who so easily captured him during the operation to take Leon Cugnot (who was imprisoned for treachery in the middle of the Revolution - youthful idiot - and then put, ironically, in the Charlon Prison, from where he was transfered to a hospital, and then released under close watch, much like Dupleix himself). But later, Maurice Graveaux did something even worse - he destroyed Dupleix' career by defecting to Fouche and telling him everything about the planned revolution. Which was why Fouche had Graveaux and the other Octaves who, in exchange for positions of power in the Committee of National Defense, agreed to sell the regime out, thrown into the Bastille. In the Bastille they were liberated in the middle of the nearly-abortive Revolution by Maxim Frimaire and Georges Jomini, helped them overtake the entire building, and then... imprisoned again. And then they were liberated, but never did get any positions of power yet. Dupleix voluntarily retired, but the others - alcoholic military Marechal Louis Thiers and the excruciatingly-polite Minister of Economy Andre Boulard - were unlikely to be as happy about it. Joachim Richilieu, who only recently joined the Octaviate - just before the Revolution as a matter of fact - was given a minor post in Normandy, out of hope that he will rot here presumably.
Anyway, Maurice Graveaux was thought by most to have died in the last hour of the Revolution, when the Guard of the Fasces and Henri Fouche himself were cornered outside of the Bastille and annihilated by the sheer firepower of the revolutionaries. But the Lieutenant who was promised the position of marechal-of-counterintellegence was not a man who surrendered easily, as Dupleix had learned to his surprise. Dupleix had to admit some grudging respect for a man who, after the crash of his career, his dreams and his life, decided to keep fighting and fled - first to the north of France, using the state of disorder there - then into Mexico on a ship that he and some petty criminals seized, and then... nobody knew where. Perhaps it was because, Dupleix wrote down in his notebook, that man never did believe that anything like that will work. Or perhaps because he had no dreams or plans, and instead, acting like a wild beast, was driven solely by an instinct of survival, that dictated that a position of power was a good cover, or, barring that, hiding in a war zone.
Louis Proust also brought him some information about the Revolution itself. About the sudden death of General Guizot, commander of the Tiger Division, for instance; and then, the assassination of Charles Toulonm who took command and tried to lead the army AGAINST the Crimsonards, by Pierre Ravaillac. Some foreign affairs protocols as well - things about the N-O D, a few possible treaties that were discussed with certain foreign powers...
Secret information, true enough, but hardly relevant information, and besides, Canrobert Dupleix didn't look as if he could use it for his own goals. After all, truly enough, in politics he was a has-been. But not, as Canrobert Dupleix told himself with determination and fire in his voice, in writing!
He didn't notice as the night flew by, while he gathered more data, analyzed it, wrote down some things for future use in his notebook, and even drew, as was customary for him during his service as the marechal-of-counterintellegence, elaborate schemes of foreign relations and domestic intrigues. Finally, he looked up to see that the electric light was no longer needed - the darkness was coming to an end.
Outside, it was raining heavily, but the sun was already rising.
On the other hand, Canrobert Dupleix never did like the sun, and much preffered the heavy rains, especially when he could observe them through the window rather than walk among them...
IC:
End of the Beginning.
France was a very cold country. And 4184 AF was a very cold year. Even the tropical Rome was wrecked with storms that year. In France, snow was still falling in spring. As summer begun, the last remains of snow already melted (outside of South Provence and South Alsace)... and everything was awfully wet and humid, the roads turned into a swamp and the streets were also full of dirt. It was a bad time to be outside, and Canrobert Dupleix never liked to leave his house for too long anyway, especially now, after his brief imprisonment.
Canrobert Dupleix, Henri Fouche's former marechal-of-counterintellegence, no longer held any public offices, but he kept the mansion that was given to him by Henry Fouche for his services. He spent day and night there, albeit he, in spite of the psychological traume of the last few days of the Fouche regime and the following imprisonment, remained quite healthy, especially for his extremelly old age. At first, he wasn't allowed to leave the house anyway, but he never did intend to do so. His only contacts with the outer world until very recently were either by letter, either through his devoted grandaughter, Agnes Dupleix; there were also the guards sent by the Committee of National Defense, but Dupleix never communicated with them, and they didn't talk to him neither. The guards in fact made sure not to be noticed more than unavoidable, upon the special orders of Armand Bonaparte. None knew why did he care so much about Dupleix; mostly it was supposed that Bonaparte, the powerful head of the Committee of National Defense, intended to use him somehow in the future, or perhaps to keep him on his good side so that Dupleix doesn't reveal some dirty secrets of the Crimson Revolution, in which Dupleix almost did participate.
Then again, maybe it was out of simple compassion.
Canrobert Dupleix didn't bother checking.
Since his release, Dupleix concentrated on one thing. One task that was to be the epilogue to his life. A rather eccentric task it was. Where other old men would've written their memoirs, Dupleix begun writing history, he begun working on a complete "secret" history of the Late Fouche Regime, the Crimson Revolution and its aftermath.
Contemporary psychology states that all the people could be divided into introverts, who channel most of their energy into themselves, and extroverts, who instead channel their energy outwards. Dupleix was definitely an extravert. His life was that of political intrigue grand and petty, and though he was now barred from it, he was still quite interested in it, no matter what he said to Armand Bonaparte when he visited Dupleix in prison.
So every day, Agnes would provide Canrobert Dupleix with food, drinks and books, and paper if he ran out of it, and he personally would search his secret archives, he would gather all sorts of data. Soon, he finished the prologue explaining his intentions and begun writing the first chapter of the Late Fouche Regime part of his work, writing about the devastation of the civil war, and the incident when Jacques Fouche had little Henri's teacher shot for liberal propaganda. As he delved into his work, he soon realized that it was even better than he had hoped. Yes - his life found a new meaning.
Time flew by, month after month ended, and, as Canrobert Dupleix joked on his 82nd birthday just after his release from the Charlon Prison, he was "one year closer to death". But it certainly didn't show - though his hair was completely gray since the imprisonment, he still was, as mentioned before, quite healthy and indeed one of those people who just live on and on, and don't even lose all their teeth (Dupleix didn't). Besides, when a man is doing what he likes to do, he has less chances of going ill, or so the psychologists say. Canrobert Dupleix didn't read many psychologists, apart from, ofcourse, that genius Charles Villepin, who wrote the "Psychological History of the Tartar Empire". The famous 40th century work was one of his main inspirations - even in the prologue, Dupleix reffered to it and mentioned that in many things, Fouche's France DID resemble the Tartar Empire, only an introverted one, to borrow that psychological terminology again.
In fact, so did the Committee France. In a way, even more so. The country was being re-invigorated by a new government, it was growing in strenght rapidly, the leaders wanted to lead the people forward to whatever, and the people wanted to be led somewhere as well. And, ofcourse, there was one great leader in charge of it all.
Armand Bonaparte. This man has fascinated Canrobert Dupleix since he had first heard of him. A man of unknown, presumably-aristocratic, descent, a son of one of those Latin military engineers who were invited into France by Jacques Fouche before he became completely senile, once an amateur writer and an enthusiastic liberal, then - after the Lyon riots - a radical of confusing leaning that weren't left nor right, the founder and leader of the Crimson Movement (or the Nationale-Socialiste Front... but what the hell was that, a Nationalist or a Socialist group?), the organizer of an united front against Fouche, the man who personally fooled Canrobert Dupleix and his counterintellegence service... the ruler of France today, as the head of the Committee of National Defense. And, according to rumours, France's future monarch - but then again, rumours are rumours...
Alongside him was a group of potentially-odious, but definitely competent men. Brought together only by Armand's charisma and determination, those bright personalities could have wrecked France into pieces and showered it in blood of civil war had they not been forced to ally. For instance, Maxim Frimaire - a nihilist of equally-vague descent, born in the figurative underworld of Paris, once a petty thief and murderer, later - a volunteer in the French army under the name of Pierre Deat who proved himself a tactical genius and gave the Scandinavians in the last border war a thousand bloody noses, and then escaped back to Paris, tried to take over the underworld but was stopped by Paris' mafia king Francois Turenne, got into serious trouble with the Intendante of Paris Eugene Dantes - incidentally, a member of the Octaviate just like Canrobert Dupleix, who happened to scorn him severely; thankfully the man perished during the revolution, perished bravely like only a moron could, defending the Bastille against, ironically enough, Frimaire and his men who assaulted the government palace/prison complex through a complex system of tunnels - and switched between several rebel organizatons before joining the Crimson Movement. There, he stayed, helped bring down Turenne and then Fouche as well. Now he was in charge of the Committee's own security, so he was Dupleix' collegue now, and to be honest, Frimaire - perhaps because he knew the underworld better, perhaps because he didn't have to jockey for power and very survival in the government, perhaps for those and other reasons - was doing a much better job than Dupleix, having already purged the Parisian crime world.
Then there was the ever-enigmatic Georges Jomini, once an aspiring humanitarian philosopher... and then, after disappearing for several years, Armand Bonaparte's right hand, the man who also defeated Canrobert Dupleix, who had an unnatural ability to seek out traitors and spies in the rebel ranks... and to convince them to betray their masters. He also proved himself a ruthless, competent commander during the Crimson Revolution, having rooted out Foucheist opposition outside of the city's center, having secured the key Paris radio stations and finally having participated in Maxim Frimaire's assault on and out of Bastille. While Maxim Frimaire was in charge of France's counter-espionage, Jomini took for himself the intellegence... and the domestic affairs. In them, against all logic, he proved quite capable as well, although he did surround himself with economical advisors and himself concentrated on the public relations.
Charles Rohan and Pierre Ravaillac finished the list. The former, a one-eyed (since the Revolution) commander of the NSF freedom fighters, all of the sudden got foreign affairs, although that was really handled by Armand Bonaparte, or so rumours said and Dupleix, in this one case, believed. He also was, more importantly, in charge of the French militia. If France was ever invaded or if it fell into civil war, Rohan would be the one who will mobilize the militias into battle... as he already mobilized the National Militia in cooperation with Maxim Frimaire to combat crime, the Ligue de la Renaissance la Fascism (former allies of the Crimson Movement that since then turned on it) and Mexican terrorists.
Pierre Ravaillac, much more conventionally, was an army commander who just happened to lead la Tigre Division into Paris just in time to save the Revolution. For that, he took over the military now, where he immediately distinguished himself by organizing a coalition invasion of Mexico for Neo-Aztec incursions into Besancon, that was immediately termed by opposition newspapers as "Operation: Overkill".
Canrobert Dupleix gathered information on them all, but was also interested in the other side of the spectre, which was the reason for today's meeting. He met today one of his former agents, Louis Proust, who worked for Frimaire now. From him, Dupleix learned lots of interesting information, but, alas, not enough, particularily he failed in his main task - to find out more about the Ligue de la Renaissance la Fascism. He did now learn that it was led by a mystirious man called Robert d'Alencon. All that was known about him apart from his potential aristocracy was that he was mystirious.
On the other hand, Dupleix did learn about Maurice Graveaux, the man whom he didn't at all like. He didn't like this nervous, hateful, conscience-less little man even when he was an obedient executor or a contact of the Crimsonards who so easily captured him during the operation to take Leon Cugnot (who was imprisoned for treachery in the middle of the Revolution - youthful idiot - and then put, ironically, in the Charlon Prison, from where he was transfered to a hospital, and then released under close watch, much like Dupleix himself). But later, Maurice Graveaux did something even worse - he destroyed Dupleix' career by defecting to Fouche and telling him everything about the planned revolution. Which was why Fouche had Graveaux and the other Octaves who, in exchange for positions of power in the Committee of National Defense, agreed to sell the regime out, thrown into the Bastille. In the Bastille they were liberated in the middle of the nearly-abortive Revolution by Maxim Frimaire and Georges Jomini, helped them overtake the entire building, and then... imprisoned again. And then they were liberated, but never did get any positions of power yet. Dupleix voluntarily retired, but the others - alcoholic military Marechal Louis Thiers and the excruciatingly-polite Minister of Economy Andre Boulard - were unlikely to be as happy about it. Joachim Richilieu, who only recently joined the Octaviate - just before the Revolution as a matter of fact - was given a minor post in Normandy, out of hope that he will rot here presumably.
Anyway, Maurice Graveaux was thought by most to have died in the last hour of the Revolution, when the Guard of the Fasces and Henri Fouche himself were cornered outside of the Bastille and annihilated by the sheer firepower of the revolutionaries. But the Lieutenant who was promised the position of marechal-of-counterintellegence was not a man who surrendered easily, as Dupleix had learned to his surprise. Dupleix had to admit some grudging respect for a man who, after the crash of his career, his dreams and his life, decided to keep fighting and fled - first to the north of France, using the state of disorder there - then into Mexico on a ship that he and some petty criminals seized, and then... nobody knew where. Perhaps it was because, Dupleix wrote down in his notebook, that man never did believe that anything like that will work. Or perhaps because he had no dreams or plans, and instead, acting like a wild beast, was driven solely by an instinct of survival, that dictated that a position of power was a good cover, or, barring that, hiding in a war zone.
Louis Proust also brought him some information about the Revolution itself. About the sudden death of General Guizot, commander of the Tiger Division, for instance; and then, the assassination of Charles Toulonm who took command and tried to lead the army AGAINST the Crimsonards, by Pierre Ravaillac. Some foreign affairs protocols as well - things about the N-O D, a few possible treaties that were discussed with certain foreign powers...
Secret information, true enough, but hardly relevant information, and besides, Canrobert Dupleix didn't look as if he could use it for his own goals. After all, truly enough, in politics he was a has-been. But not, as Canrobert Dupleix told himself with determination and fire in his voice, in writing!
He didn't notice as the night flew by, while he gathered more data, analyzed it, wrote down some things for future use in his notebook, and even drew, as was customary for him during his service as the marechal-of-counterintellegence, elaborate schemes of foreign relations and domestic intrigues. Finally, he looked up to see that the electric light was no longer needed - the darkness was coming to an end.
Outside, it was raining heavily, but the sun was already rising.
On the other hand, Canrobert Dupleix never did like the sun, and much preffered the heavy rains, especially when he could observe them through the window rather than walk among them...
Insane_Panda
Deity
Im currently writing orders!
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
wow das 
that story looks awesome, im going to read it now
To Mayans(/Byzantines/Insane_Panda)
From Holland
That offer is virtually the same as full annexation of our nation, and so we must decline. It is clear to us now that no peace with the GDI would be worth living under, and so we must fight to the bitter end!
that story looks awesome, im going to read it nowTo Mayans(/Byzantines/Insane_Panda)
From Holland
That offer is virtually the same as full annexation of our nation, and so we must decline. It is clear to us now that no peace with the GDI would be worth living under, and so we must fight to the bitter end!
Insane_Panda
Deity
Orders sent for Byzantium, Mayan ones later tonight.
Symphony D.
Deity
TO: Holland
FROM: Mayan Republic
We will give you peace in return for Flandern, Neuw Zeeland, and Aruga. This is our only offer.
OOC: Basic Training has done very little for my sense of justice, or my sympathies.
Tally ho, and all that. As long as there's more blue next turn, Panda, thou shalt not faceth my wrath.
FROM: Mayan Republic
We will give you peace in return for Flandern, Neuw Zeeland, and Aruga. This is our only offer.
OOC: Basic Training has done very little for my sense of justice, or my sympathies.
Tally ho, and all that. As long as there's more blue next turn, Panda, thou shalt not faceth my wrath.
das
Regeneration In Process
Welcome back, Symphony!
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
To Mayan Republic
From Holland
The time for peace talks has come and gone. Holland is no longer willing to submit in any way to Mayan tyranny. None of our freedoms will be surrendered without a fight. It shall be war until the end.
From Holland
The time for peace talks has come and gone. Holland is no longer willing to submit in any way to Mayan tyranny. None of our freedoms will be surrendered without a fight. It shall be war until the end.
KrimzonStriker
Master of the Dawn
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Hey Daft, how long before we get an update?
Insane_Panda
Deity
Alright, Symphony was back for some diplo. He has asked me to send orders when Daft replied.
Holland is dead!
Holland is dead!
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
@Panda, im not aware of anything i havent already replied to...?
@Krimzonstriker, yeah i had intended to have updated already, but i was waiting for the last few orders that where promised... (Still missing Copan and any mayan orders, which will be NPC'ed now)
Updating is much easier now though, so i'll have it up in next day or so. I'll also try to clear up some rules wierdness with inudstry and economy.
PS, feel free to complain antyime, or suggest anything for the rules etc...
@Krimzonstriker, yeah i had intended to have updated already, but i was waiting for the last few orders that where promised... (Still missing Copan and any mayan orders, which will be NPC'ed now)
Updating is much easier now though, so i'll have it up in next day or so. I'll also try to clear up some rules wierdness with inudstry and economy.
PS, feel free to complain antyime, or suggest anything for the rules etc...
MjM
Deity
Sorry Daft, Im sick today, I Will try to send tonight my time, though not likely. I could do it tomorrow at worst.
KrimzonStriker
Master of the Dawn
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Send in those orders dammit!! It was one thing to blame daft for the delay but now its the NESER's faults we don't have an update. What a reversal...
Symphony D.
Deity
OOC: I won't be back for 2-3 weeks. I'm just here to interject and spy upon Panda's NPCmanship like some KGB agent when I can manage to sneak visits to the hospital.
But yes, crush the resistence, break their will, etc. Panda knows how I fight and handle civies. Do not fail me!
But yes, crush the resistence, break their will, etc. Panda knows how I fight and handle civies. Do not fail me!
das
Regeneration In Process
OOC: Rather crude I suppose, but it will have to do for now...
IC:
Shades of Death.
The Committee of National Defense has, in effect, replaced the Octaviate of the old, though none of its members wished to admit it. Both, after all, were small oligarchic circles that had unlimited control over France. The difference was, apart from the actual actions, in that the Committee, while in a way even more ruthless than the Octaviate, was generally more easy-going and interfered less into the social life. That had its drawbacks, as immediately, opposition newspapers appeared. They were a true menace; not that they had much influence, but they kept causing trouble, kept buzzing and buzzing, and screaming about the attacks on the "freedom of press" whenever the Comittee hinted that it is not amused by this. In part to appease the said newspapers, in part just to minimize the association between the Committee and the old Octaviate, the Committee went to great lenghts to seem different from the Octaviate. Sometimes, "free observers" - usually leaders of the more mild opposition movements, or just respected members of the society - were invited. Sometimes, elected observers were allowed in. Neither happened today - this meeting was actually serious. This meeting was to determine the future of France.
And not only because said future was discussed there.
The Committee of National Defense, to further distance itself from the Octaviate, didn't meet in the Bastille. Officially, it always met in the town hall. This meeting, however, was taking place somewhere else entirely, in a small suburban one-room private house rented for the purpose by one of Armand Bonaparte's bodyguards. For, indeed, it was very, very secret.
Charles Rohan and Maxime Frimaire arrived first, fifteen or so minutes before the meeting was supposed to begin. The ever-punctual Georges Jomini arrived 10 minutes later; nobody noticed him until he was at the door itself. Jomini always maintained strict conspiration. Next came Armand Bonaparte, with a minor delay as always. He came on foot, but probably that was because he left his bicycle - or maybe even a car, but still, probably bicycle - at some distance from the house itself.
Pierre Ravaillac was nowhere to be seen.
"Lets start without him - we all have tight schedules here, can't wait for him." - complained Maxim Frimaire. Armand agreed
"Apologies about the delay, mon citoyens, and about the distance of this meeting-place, which also happens to be abit of a mess..." - started Armand Bonaparte - "Now, before we get down to the specifics, I would like to make something clear. The Committee of National Defense, despite the fact that it lasted for several years now, from the start was a temporary arrangement. After all the current crises are over, a more permanent government is to be installed. During our previous meeting - I mean, ofcourse, our last SERIOUS meeting - we have settled on the Imperial-Socialist model, and since then have both refined it somewhat and begun to prepare the populace for it. But before we could begin implementing our grand plan for France, we need to ensure that NOTHING goes wrong, which is why I believe we should move the timeframe forward a few months. Any qualms about that?"
There were no qualms. The men sat at a small table
"Good. Citoyen Frimaire here," - Frimaire smirked visibly when Bonaparte mentioned him - "has a report about the neo-fascist movement, and the activities of the Ligue."
"Thanks." - grinned Maxim Frimaire, but quickly composed himself as he stood up - "The Ligue de la Renaissance la Fascism has been gaining in strenght dangerously since we broke up with it; it is now our primary active opposition. It co-exists in a loose coalition with some separate neo-fascist movements, especially the Alsatian one, and with the "Mexicanids", if you pardon the neologism."
"You mean the Frenchmen of Mexican or semi-Mexican dissent, correct?" - asked Jomini.
"Mostly the latter." - replied Frimaire - "The Ligue is founded on a basis of strict conspiration and the presence of perfectly-subordinated, in theory anyway, cell system. The man in charge of the Ligue seems to be one Colonel Robert d'Alancon, retired army officer. Unfortunately..."
But he didn't have time to finish his report. A worried guard, one of those that were at first Crimsonard freedom fighters and after the revolution continued serving the Committee with only cosmetic changes from their previous work, opened the door and ran in.
"What is it?" - asked Bonaparte, frustrated.
"Pierre Ravaillac!" - shouted out the guard - "There was an attack, he was killed!"
"Who told you?"
"His bodyguard."
Maxim Frimaire shook his head disapprovingly. Though not as hell-bent on conspiration as Georges Jomini, he believed that sometimes, a man is safer alone than when he is surrounded by a host of guards.
---
Maxim Frimaire shook his head disapprovingly again when they reached the scene, having abandoned the meeting for now.
"Idiot." - he muttered.
"He is dead." - reminded Rohan.
"A dead idiot." - said Maxim rather rudely.
Armand shared his sentiments in this one case, though he didn't say it outloud, if only because he was busy questioning the bodyguard, a tough-looking man with a bloodied and bandaged left arm. Ravaillac was definitely an idiot. To enter the suburb on car... at least he didn't take a chauffer this time, and remvoed all the flags, but still, it stood out in this poor region very badly. It was an obvious target. Although, ofcourse, no petty criminals probably could have done this - for one thing, because they were all apprehended or forced to lay VERY low by Maxim Frimaire's raids, and for another, because Ravaillac DID have a bodyguard, and himself was quite well-armed.
The bodyguard immediately confirmed Armand Bonaparte's suspicions. There was an armed assault. Several men in black jumpsuits first opened fire, and when Ravaillac - idiot! - fired back, they scattered and threw several bombs. The bodyguard, fortunately, leapt out of the car by then to fight back more efficiently, and was only slightly wounded. The car itself was blown into numerous pieces, as was Pierre Ravaillac. Idiot. Dead idiot. Idiot he may have been for all this, but he was reliable and, on the grand-strategic level, fairly smart.
"Well?" - Armand asked Frimaire after interrogating the bodyguard and letting Jomini talk to him now - "What do you think?"
"These weren't anarchists, and weren't criminals ofcourse. They were from one of the fascist group, presumably. Individual terror is a method they quite like."
"Any immediate suggestions?"
"We should resume the meeting tommorrow and elsewhere, and leave lots of guards here. I don't know how much do they know, but we can't risk."
"Very well..." - sighed Armand - "Reasonable enough. I assume that you will start the investigation as soon as possible?"
"But ofcourse."
"Keep me in touch about every development in this regard, and dig to the very bottom of this, I MUST know all about this, in detail!"
"How much detail?"
"As much as possible. This will probably set us back further unless we root out the Ligue, or whoever is behind this, ruthlessly and quickly. We can't afford all oru hard work being undone now, and any needless delays might lead to just that."
"Don't be so pessimistic." - suggested Charles Rohan - "This isn't as serious as you think..."
"No, Rohan." - Bonaparte turned towards him - "This IS serious. They killed one of the Committee's leaders. The fact that they actually DARED do this means, at least, that they will dare commit even more radical actions in the nearest future. Rohan, you should keep the militias in full working order. Jomini, assemble a press conference as soon as the news leak - reassure the people."
"And you?"
"I have some work to do as well." - replied Armand. By then, nobody in the Committee particularily cared about the loss of Ravaillac himself - no matter what Bonaparte said, he never really was one of them. But personalities are personalities, and politics are politics...
IC:
Shades of Death.
The Committee of National Defense has, in effect, replaced the Octaviate of the old, though none of its members wished to admit it. Both, after all, were small oligarchic circles that had unlimited control over France. The difference was, apart from the actual actions, in that the Committee, while in a way even more ruthless than the Octaviate, was generally more easy-going and interfered less into the social life. That had its drawbacks, as immediately, opposition newspapers appeared. They were a true menace; not that they had much influence, but they kept causing trouble, kept buzzing and buzzing, and screaming about the attacks on the "freedom of press" whenever the Comittee hinted that it is not amused by this. In part to appease the said newspapers, in part just to minimize the association between the Committee and the old Octaviate, the Committee went to great lenghts to seem different from the Octaviate. Sometimes, "free observers" - usually leaders of the more mild opposition movements, or just respected members of the society - were invited. Sometimes, elected observers were allowed in. Neither happened today - this meeting was actually serious. This meeting was to determine the future of France.
And not only because said future was discussed there.
The Committee of National Defense, to further distance itself from the Octaviate, didn't meet in the Bastille. Officially, it always met in the town hall. This meeting, however, was taking place somewhere else entirely, in a small suburban one-room private house rented for the purpose by one of Armand Bonaparte's bodyguards. For, indeed, it was very, very secret.
Charles Rohan and Maxime Frimaire arrived first, fifteen or so minutes before the meeting was supposed to begin. The ever-punctual Georges Jomini arrived 10 minutes later; nobody noticed him until he was at the door itself. Jomini always maintained strict conspiration. Next came Armand Bonaparte, with a minor delay as always. He came on foot, but probably that was because he left his bicycle - or maybe even a car, but still, probably bicycle - at some distance from the house itself.
Pierre Ravaillac was nowhere to be seen.
"Lets start without him - we all have tight schedules here, can't wait for him." - complained Maxim Frimaire. Armand agreed
"Apologies about the delay, mon citoyens, and about the distance of this meeting-place, which also happens to be abit of a mess..." - started Armand Bonaparte - "Now, before we get down to the specifics, I would like to make something clear. The Committee of National Defense, despite the fact that it lasted for several years now, from the start was a temporary arrangement. After all the current crises are over, a more permanent government is to be installed. During our previous meeting - I mean, ofcourse, our last SERIOUS meeting - we have settled on the Imperial-Socialist model, and since then have both refined it somewhat and begun to prepare the populace for it. But before we could begin implementing our grand plan for France, we need to ensure that NOTHING goes wrong, which is why I believe we should move the timeframe forward a few months. Any qualms about that?"
There were no qualms. The men sat at a small table
"Good. Citoyen Frimaire here," - Frimaire smirked visibly when Bonaparte mentioned him - "has a report about the neo-fascist movement, and the activities of the Ligue."
"Thanks." - grinned Maxim Frimaire, but quickly composed himself as he stood up - "The Ligue de la Renaissance la Fascism has been gaining in strenght dangerously since we broke up with it; it is now our primary active opposition. It co-exists in a loose coalition with some separate neo-fascist movements, especially the Alsatian one, and with the "Mexicanids", if you pardon the neologism."
"You mean the Frenchmen of Mexican or semi-Mexican dissent, correct?" - asked Jomini.
"Mostly the latter." - replied Frimaire - "The Ligue is founded on a basis of strict conspiration and the presence of perfectly-subordinated, in theory anyway, cell system. The man in charge of the Ligue seems to be one Colonel Robert d'Alancon, retired army officer. Unfortunately..."
But he didn't have time to finish his report. A worried guard, one of those that were at first Crimsonard freedom fighters and after the revolution continued serving the Committee with only cosmetic changes from their previous work, opened the door and ran in.
"What is it?" - asked Bonaparte, frustrated.
"Pierre Ravaillac!" - shouted out the guard - "There was an attack, he was killed!"
"Who told you?"
"His bodyguard."
Maxim Frimaire shook his head disapprovingly. Though not as hell-bent on conspiration as Georges Jomini, he believed that sometimes, a man is safer alone than when he is surrounded by a host of guards.
---
Maxim Frimaire shook his head disapprovingly again when they reached the scene, having abandoned the meeting for now.
"Idiot." - he muttered.
"He is dead." - reminded Rohan.
"A dead idiot." - said Maxim rather rudely.
Armand shared his sentiments in this one case, though he didn't say it outloud, if only because he was busy questioning the bodyguard, a tough-looking man with a bloodied and bandaged left arm. Ravaillac was definitely an idiot. To enter the suburb on car... at least he didn't take a chauffer this time, and remvoed all the flags, but still, it stood out in this poor region very badly. It was an obvious target. Although, ofcourse, no petty criminals probably could have done this - for one thing, because they were all apprehended or forced to lay VERY low by Maxim Frimaire's raids, and for another, because Ravaillac DID have a bodyguard, and himself was quite well-armed.
The bodyguard immediately confirmed Armand Bonaparte's suspicions. There was an armed assault. Several men in black jumpsuits first opened fire, and when Ravaillac - idiot! - fired back, they scattered and threw several bombs. The bodyguard, fortunately, leapt out of the car by then to fight back more efficiently, and was only slightly wounded. The car itself was blown into numerous pieces, as was Pierre Ravaillac. Idiot. Dead idiot. Idiot he may have been for all this, but he was reliable and, on the grand-strategic level, fairly smart.
"Well?" - Armand asked Frimaire after interrogating the bodyguard and letting Jomini talk to him now - "What do you think?"
"These weren't anarchists, and weren't criminals ofcourse. They were from one of the fascist group, presumably. Individual terror is a method they quite like."
"Any immediate suggestions?"
"We should resume the meeting tommorrow and elsewhere, and leave lots of guards here. I don't know how much do they know, but we can't risk."
"Very well..." - sighed Armand - "Reasonable enough. I assume that you will start the investigation as soon as possible?"
"But ofcourse."
"Keep me in touch about every development in this regard, and dig to the very bottom of this, I MUST know all about this, in detail!"
"How much detail?"
"As much as possible. This will probably set us back further unless we root out the Ligue, or whoever is behind this, ruthlessly and quickly. We can't afford all oru hard work being undone now, and any needless delays might lead to just that."
"Don't be so pessimistic." - suggested Charles Rohan - "This isn't as serious as you think..."
"No, Rohan." - Bonaparte turned towards him - "This IS serious. They killed one of the Committee's leaders. The fact that they actually DARED do this means, at least, that they will dare commit even more radical actions in the nearest future. Rohan, you should keep the militias in full working order. Jomini, assemble a press conference as soon as the news leak - reassure the people."
"And you?"
"I have some work to do as well." - replied Armand. By then, nobody in the Committee particularily cared about the loss of Ravaillac himself - no matter what Bonaparte said, he never really was one of them. But personalities are personalities, and politics are politics...
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yeah I'm getting pretty... annoyed, Daft what's taking so long?
