Something's Happening...

[JEDCJT]

It was a typical afternoon in the Kingdom of Ursalia.

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/s4Vbu.jpg[/img][/center][i][center]Beautiful afternoon in Calgary, isnt it?[/center][/i]
Across the vast expanse of land stretching all the way from the warm Pacific coast to the frozen Pyotoh (formerly Manitoba) border, Ursalian citizens were going about their daily lives. Much had happened in such a short time; [i]Adlin v. the Province of Nova Coimbra[/i] was still hot news in political and social circles across the vast Kingdom. Boyfriends flirted with their girlfriends (or boyfriends) in parks, movie theaters, cliffsides, etc; businessmen were busy counting the profits they had made in the days; families and relatives enjoyed their times in their houses, hosting parties and the like. Waves of vehicles steamed through the crowded streets of Vancouver, Nadrink, Calgary, Regina, and Saskatoon, and other major cities; stockbrokers were busy around the clock in the Bolsa di Valoris Calgary (the stock market) in Ursalia's largest city. Ursalia was truly what one could call "[i]the freest society on Bob.[/i]"

However, beneath the forthy surface of prosperity and stability, something sinister was going on. It would show that the freedom the nation took for granted would potentially lead to its unmaking. Moving effortlessly alongside the population were agents.

Sleeper agents, to be exact.

What their purposes were, it remained yet to be seen. Unknown to the federal government in Vancouver, to the uniformed officials of the Ursalian National Police who patrolled the streets in the major cities, and troops of the Guarda Civil who were prevelant in the countryside, and even their own families, relatives, and friends, tens of thousands of sleeper agents prowled Ursalian streets. They ate in restaraunts, waltzed in dance clubs, made out with men and/or women, hung out with old friends on front lawns, and much more. They were the 'usual law-abiding citizens' who went to work in the morning, grumbled about their day in the evening at the dinner table, and watched late-night shows. They were the usual citizens who had observed the recent election that had kept Prime Minister Giancarlo Norton in power, and who had pretended to pledge their support to the various political parties that had played so prominent a role in the Ursalian political landscape.

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/w3ENJ.jpg[/img][/center][i][center]Sometimes things simply aren't what they seem...[/center][/i]
However, what political parties they duly belonged were not any of the usual parties that usually made news on the [i]Fox[/i] news channel or the [i]O'Reilly Show[/i]. No, the party they swore allegiance was of the more...secretive type, one that had never emerged out of the darkness. Indeed, the one party they supported required them to do...something in order to prepare it for its return. It would return - instead of going out - with a bang. And a mighty bang it would be.

Behind the backs of their families, girfriends/wives, and friends, these citizens exploited the right to bear arms as expoused by the Constitution - something they would silently give their thanks and gratitude - to purchase weapons and heavy equipment in increasing numbers. The weapon shop owners, unfettered by all but the mildest form of federal regulation even in Labor-controlled Saskatchewan, did not bat an eye as they sold fairly large quantities of weapons, including but not limited to highly-explosive fragmentation grenades, to these seemingly normal citizens. Surely a few owners became a bit suspicious about the sheer quantities of weapons being ordered, but their greed for profits overcame such scruples.

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/6fGEO.jpg[/img][/center][i][center]What happens in the gun shops stays in the gun shops...except for the weapons[/center][/i]
Such was the consequences of a society that was the least controlled on the planet, one that was the most individualistic. And it did not help that the country did not have a state security service (and forget about the Ursalian Intelligence Agency, it was too focused on foreign affairs).

While these citizens were stockpiling weapons in odd places, often in the abandoned buildings on the outskirts of the major cities, these that the police often ignored because they, well, assumed that there were nothing there, their leaders were holding meetings in places...somewhere.

[b]Somewhere in Nadrink...[/b]

A telephone on a desk rang. A hand reached out to pick it up.

"[i]Speak.[/i]" A voice said with an authoritive tone. A muffled voice said something into the man's ear. A smile broke across the man's face.

"[i]So, everything's all in place? Good.[/i]"

Some more muffled sounds.

"[i]Excellent.[/i]" The man said, with some glee in his voice. "[i]Initiate the operation.[/i]" He hung up. Turning around to another individual standing in front of his desk, the mysterious man smiled. "[i]It now begins.[/i]"

Up in the air, across the Kingdom, the Ursalian flag fluttered in the strong North American wind...

[JEDCJT]

The signal had been given.

When the mysterious man in Nadrink gave the green light, everything went into motion according to the plan.

Beginning in Nadrink, and quickly moving on to the other major cities and towns, including the federal capital of Vancouver, crowds of 'protestors' (the agents, no doubt) began to converge on the streets, slowly and steadily bringing daily life in the cities to a standstill. The streets were filled with protestors waving placards (that actually hid some of their weapons) and chanting "[i]Down with Norton![/i]" and something to that effect, while perplexed citizens looked on. More often than not, citizens in vehicles, for instance, found themselves unable to continue as the streets were blocked by the protestors. Honks and annoyed cries of "Get out of the way!" and something similiar were drowned out by the protestors' chants.

Almost immediately, the Ursalian National Police (and in the countryside, the Guarda Civil) arrived at the scene, where they tried to retake control of the situation. However, the mysterious man (presumably the leader) had anticipated and taken this into account. In fact, this was a part of the plan, a spark that would hopefully unleash something.

That spark would begin in Nadrink itself. In the former Vinilandese capital, while officers of the Nadrink Police Department tried to placate the protestors, several shots rang out and the city plainly erupted into chaos. No one knows who fired the first shots, or even how it even began, but one thing for sure: the protestors became innumerably violent and began attacking the police, many of them whipping out their weapons and opening fire; a few of them threw grenades. While frightened passerbys ran for cover, mysterious assailants sporting high-powered weaponry suddenly came out of nowhere and began to open fire upon the police; sporadic firefights broke out across the city that only became bloody and intense in scope and determination.

While the bewildered police tried to fight back, much less to comprehend the situation they now found themselves to be in, a new factors came into play: car bombs. Now, one might wonder: car bombs? Isn't that a bit...radical, to put it lightly?

But it actually happened in Nadrink, and would across the Kingdom. While police officers frantically screamed into their radios for backup, and while panicked passerbys ran about, flailing their arms and screaming, dozens of vehicles parked alongside Nadrink's streets suddenly exploded in large fireballs, inflicting casualties. Dozens of people, both innocent citizens and police officers were killed or seriously wounded. The wounded would not receive emergency medical attention any time soon: ambulances and emergency aid workers found themselves under attack by the mysterious assailants and subsequent became casualties themselves. The battle between the police and the protestors-assailants raged on, as one news broadcast by one brave (and foolish) news reporter of the [i]Nadrink Times[/i] indicated:

"[i]...a-as you are aware, it seems that a great firefight had broken out in Nadri--LOOK OUT![/i]"

The screen would shook violently as the cameraman and the news reporters dived for cover into a niche in some building in downtown Nadrink to avoid the explosion of a grenade that had been thrown their way.

"[i]--oh $%&@...! Why the $%&@ am I here, in the midst of all thi--oh y-yeah...as I was saying, a giant firefight had broke out in Nadrink seemingly out of nowhere, and to b-be frankly, there's chaos out there![/i]" The news reporter rambled on, his voice thick with bewilderment and fear. "[i]I d-dont know what's happening! I-it happened out of no-MIKE, BEHIND YOU![/i]"

The camera swung back to the direction of where the news reporter was pointing only to see a butt of a weapon that apparently caught the cameraman off guard as the video camera careened into the ground. It somehow continued to function, recording the battle between the news reporter and Mike the cameraman, and the gun-wielding teenager.

"[i]YOU SON OF A !@#$%*! YOU BROKE MY CAMERA![/i]" Mike roared with great anger and hate as he slammed his giant fist into the poor teenager's face before he could get the chance to fire a single shot. The news reporter could only look on with bewilderment as the screen lifted off the ground as Mike picked the video camera and examined it. He let out a sound of relief when he found the camera wasn't broken.

"[i]...I'm thinking this might not be a safe plac--Mike, we should begin moving![/i]" The news reporter suggested as he and Mike scurried through the street, crouching the entire time behind objects such as magazine stands, etc.

"[i]W-well, it seems that we're right in the middle of the action! Please-e pardon me, it's just...just that we're right in the middle of a freaking battlefield![/i]" The news reporter stuttered as he continued forward, trying his best to avoid the flurry of bullets that were all around him, stray bullets from the ongoing firefights across the city. "[i]I think it-it's best if I end this now...I'm Alon Richardson![/i]" His voice was barely heard as nearby explosions from grenades nearly drowned out his voice. The screen flicked to black.

A stray bullet went through Alon Richardson's head a moment later.

===

What had happened in Nadrink also happened in major cities and towns across the Kingdom, each with their varying scope and intensity. Calgary, Regina, Saskatoon, Nanaimo, Victoria, along with many cities had effectively become 'mini-battlefields' as the police struggled to hold their ground against the attackers (referred to as 'rebels' from now on). The margin of success the rebels would achieved generally varied from city to city. In Red Deer, the rebels managed to push the police back, taking control of most of the city in the process (only the City Hall building as well the post office and police department buildings held out). In Calgary, Ursalia's largest city, the rebels fought the police on the streets to a standstill, succeeding in storming the police headsquarters but failing in seizing the City Hall building. In small villages in the countryside, the rebels clashed with the Guarda Civil.

Vancouver, the federal capital, suffered the severest blow of all. Catching the Police Department of the Distretto Federal (PDDF) completely off-guard, the assailants managed to inflict heavy casualties upon the police and to take control of several areas of the city's downtown area; they even led an offensive against the Ursalian Capitol building and the Monarch's residence. Only the valiant effort of the Parliamentary and Royal Guards as well as PDDF police officers prevented the rebels from seizing the buildings. Prime Minister Giancarlo Norton, the Monarch, members of the royal family, and their families were whisked away from danger, into a secure underground bunker located somewhere near the Capitol. The same went for many MPs; however, several MPs were caught and murdered by the rebels in their houses. Furious firefights raged on throughout the capital as the rebels hurled grenades, detonated car bombs, and even threw rocks at the police. Several senior Army officials tried to contact their subordinates and troops in bases near Vancouver, but they found that the lines to be cut, which was strange seeing that the lines were secured. It is a possibility that someone on the inside had...[i]tampered[/i] with them.

But still, the Army did defend itself, albeit on a local basis. When a small group of soldiers patrolling near Kelowna was attacked by the rebels, the troopers easily blew the rebels away. Panicked, the troops and their commanders tried to get in touch with Vancouver to find out what was going on. They would get nothing from the other line. This occurred all over the vast realm of the Kingdom.

===

The outside world would see that most, if not all, communications from the Kingdom of Ursalia had been cut off. Citizens in neighboring nations living near the Ursalian border would hear gunfire coming from the other side of the border. Foreign satellites floating over the Kingdom would notice what appeared to be people running around on the streets....and firing weapons at each other.

OOC: You can post your nations' reactions to all this, but don't get involved until I say so. When I reveal the name of the political party behind all this, you can RP it if you want (Just PM me, and I will PM you outlining several conditions and the like; this is a planned RP). Hope you like this, it's been a while since I wrote a story (or something like this), lol.

Edited January 4, 2011 by JEDCJT

[JEDCJT]

It was a dire situation for the Kingdom of Ursalia, at least in the western part of the province of Columbina, as well as other parts of the country.

Nadrink increasingly resembled a warzone as the rebels and the police continued to trade fire. Though the Nadrink Police Department managed to rush in reinforcements, the rebels had begun to shift the tide of the battle in their favor. In ferocious fighting, often causing widespread devastation and inflicting countless casualties, supported by secret weapon shops, the rebels succeeded in taking large portions of the city. Still, the police managed to stem the tide by setting up roadblocks in several city blocks.

However, this was not to last for long. Before anyone knew it, thousands of Army troopers and tanks came into the foray. The beleaguered police may have exhaled a large sigh of relief - but they quickly became horrified when they realized that these soldiers were firing upon them! The troops - which had not received orders from Army commanders trapped in Vancouver, but instead from their superiors in Nadrink who had...dubious loyalties - easily overpowered the police, forcing a large part of them to surrender. Strategic buildings such as the police headquarters, post offices, and communication centers were rapidly occupied by the rebels (who would increasingly come to refer themselves as 'Red Guards') and the renegade Army troopers.

The City Hall was the only building to hold out against the assault. Groups of NPD officers and even some citizens who had decided to take up arms against the threat (they would be called the loyalists), barricaded the City Hall, establishing machine-guns around the perimeters and setting up sniper nests on the building's higher floors. Things were looking grim for the defenders as they braced themselves for a fight to the end against the mysterious menace.

===

At this point of time, the rebellion had become fairly widespread throughout the Kingdom of Ursalia. Many major cities and towns throughout southern Columbina, the entirety of Alta Vancavite, Nova Coimbra, and central Saskatchewan were up in flames. In Ursalia City, the former capital, the police struggled to hold its ground against the Red Guards rebels; however, they had to concede control of the City Hall building (the former Capitol) due to subversion and sabotage efforts of rebels operating behind their lines, and few other buildings. The Ursalian Intelligence Agency building came under attack, and were fiercely defended by a special detachment of UIA troopers.

In many suburbs connecting to the cities, the rebels managed to seize control of them, exploiting the tiny presence of the police there. However, there were frequent clashes between the rebels and supporters of Ursalia's political parties; Libertarian, Conversative, Monarchist, Martencist, and even Labor Party supporters banded together to combat the rebels. Each individual house effectively became a stronghold where the male members of the families defended their sanctuary with the weapons that they were constitutionally allowed to possess, while the women participated and gave support. More often than not, however, the weapons used by the rebels were far too much for the defenders to withstand, and soon devastated ruins of what used to be houses dotted the ruined neighborhoods. Shots rang throughout the air as the defeated defenders were executed by the triumphant rebels; sometimes entire families were eradicated this way.

===

As the civil war (to proper denote the conflict unfolding in the Kingdom) raged on in the suburbs and cities across the Kingdom, and as Army troopers and Red Guards were smashing the Nadrink City Hall's defenders in the beleguered city, the mysterious man was sitting in a secure facility somewhere in Nadrink. The sounds of gunfire, the screamings, and the noises of war taking place all around him brought a smile to his face.

"[i]Sir, reports are in that everything's all according to plan. Nadrink is nearly in our hands, and it's now a matter of time before the city is completely under our control.[/i]" A figure said as he strode into the office, a middle-aged man in military uniform following him.

The man swerved around in his chair to face the figure, inhaling a cigar. He was a fairly young man dressed up in a business suit. He had a lean face, penetrative eyes that could see right through a person, and his jet-black hair was slicked back. "[i]Wonderful. What is the situation in the rest of Columbina, Nova Coimbra, Saskatchewan, and Nova Alasca, Mr. Niro?[/i]"

The man known as Mr. Niro smiled. "[i]We had recently captured the city of Prince George, which gives us a strategic advantage in the province of Columbina. However, we are currently working on capturing Ursalia City, Kelowna, and Sipatau. It seems that we are facing greater resistance than expected, but things are turning our way at least in Nova Coimbra and Saskatchwean. We have seized Red Deer, and are working in capturing Calgary and Edmonton. The Libertarians won't know what's hitting them.[/i]"

"Not only that, sir." The military general interjected, a General Julius Armas. "[i]But, seeing as we have at least half, if not all, of the Royal Ursalian Army on our side, we have had a considerable success in taking most of Nadrink among other places. I have received reports that Regina and Saskatoon are about to fall, and the entire Province of Saskatchewan with them. This would deal a shattering blow to the weak Labor Party government in Vancouver, seeing as the province is one of its strongest supporters. Not that it matters, anyways.[/i]"

The leader nodded, inhaling on his cigar and exhaling a smoke that permeated the room. "[i]What about Vancouver?[/i]" The city, being the federal capital, was a particular important target for the rebels to seize.

General Armas frowned a bit. "[i]We had not had much success in seizing the capital so far. Our efforts to incapitate the federal government, including the capture of the Prime Minister, the Monarchy, and the members of Parliament, had failed in the initial operation. Our forces are continuing on the assault, or so as Commander Vitolio tells me.[/i]" Juan Vitolio was the new commander of what had been called the Third Red Guards Army, an assortment of rogue Army soldiers and 'rebel fighters' fighting in Nadrink. "[i]On the bright side, we had thrown the federal government into disarray, so that is a plus.[/i]" He did not mention that the provincial government of Columbina had all but collapsed. What also went unmentioned was the fact that the rebels had taken control of southern Alta Vancavite, including the cities of Victoria and Nanaimo, though not without considerable casualties. Rebel-inspired uprisings and rebellions were raging throughout the northern portion of the island, as well as southern Columbina, like wildfire.

Mr. Niro nodded. "[i]We had, with some difficulty, managed to sever most lines of communications between Vancouver and the rest of the Kingdom. The fact that the federal government had recently moved the capital to Vancouver made this a little easier. But of course, getting many Army officials to join our side was not easy, but it probably helped that we had a highly-placed figure in the federal government who played a major role in compelling them to defect to our side.[/i]"

The man grinned. "[i]We can thank the Labor Party for reducing the Army. This probably helped us out, even though the demobilization process was admittably not as fast as I would have liked. But no matter what, we will succeed, and we are doing so! The Kingdom of Ursalia is finished. The Partido Popular da República (PPR) [the People's Republican Party (PRP)] will triumph![/i]"

Laughter rang out from the office and echoed throughout the facility.

A short later, the Nadrink City Hall, after hours of fighting, was captured when the last of its defenders surrendered. Nadrink was now in rebel hands.

===

[b]In Vancouver...[/b]

The tension in the underground bunker were considerable. In the fairly spacious bunker stocked with months' worth of supplies and food, a disheveled Giancarlo Norton was attempting to acertain the situation. The Prime Minister still could not believe it. So much had happened in such a short time. Glancing around the crowded bunker (Armed Forces personnel, military officials, MPs, members of the Cabinet, etc), Norton's eyes settled on the tired figure of Monarch Sonia d'Alberqueque.

She was lying on one of the bunk beds in an adjacent room. His brother, Vicente, was sitting next to her. Norton felt sorry for the beautiful Monarch. She had been through so much in such a short time. He never forgave the assailent who had turned his gun at her during the hurried evacuation from the Monarch's residence when it came under rebel attack. The young punk would have succeeded but for the vailent effort of a Royal Guardsman who leaped in the way and took the bullet. Norton had never been so scared before in his life. He couldn't imagine life without the Monarch, who was not only his superior but a trusted and longtime best friend. He didnt want to think about losing her, the young woman who he happened to be in...

Norton's thoughts was interrupted when an aide rushed over. "[i]Sir, there's terrible news! Nadrink had been captured![/i]" The young aide stuttered. The Prime Minister got up with a start. "[i]What?![/i]" He rushed over to where several military and government officials were located. Chief of Staff Guisseppe Ferrari and Defense Minister Daniele Favelero was among them.

"[i]Giancarlo, we lost Nadrink. All communications had been lost.[/i]" Ferrari's voice sounded strained as his face were full of sorrow.

"[i]Nova Coimbra and Saskatchewan are barely holding on, at least, that's what our remaining links tell us.[/i]" Favelero added in.

Norton let out a string of expletives that would have put a seasoned pirate to shame. "[i]Do you still have contact with the Army? We need to do something to assert control over the country! What about the situation on the ground? You know, with the police and all that? We need to keep the Kingdom together! Declare a state of emergency, declare military law, anything![/i]"

"[i]We have imposed martial law in Vancouver and several areas that we still are in contact with.[/i]" General Mark Viego, a senior Army commander, stated as he put a reassuring hand on the Prime Minister's shoulder. The 'several areas' Viego referred to were Kelowna, Ursalia City, Calgary, Saskatoon, and Regina, as well as the areas of Columbina, Nova Coimbra, Saskatchewan, and Alta Vancavite still under Ursalian control. "[i]We have few Army regiments who are joining in the fight against the attackers. We were lucky to still maintain contact with them. The rebels did quite a good number on our communication system.[/i]"

"[i]Our communication system? Even the military's too?[/i]" Norton was referring to the fact that the military's communications system was generally more secure and interconnected than the federal government system by a few notches.

Viego nodded. "[i]How the rebels did it, I have no idea. I have this suspicion that someone high in our government may have something to do with that.[/i]" The general exhaled as he looked at a large screen depicting a digital map of the Kingdom of Ursalia with the bases and installation included. It was fortunate that the bunker was connected with the most secure communication channels that had existed in the country. However, the bunker was linked up to fairly few military satellites orbiting the planet. They were maintained by several communication facilities that had managed to remain in Ursalian military control.

"[i]What about our nuclear missile silos?[/i]" Norton asked, panic slowly filling him. If the rebels got their hands on one of them...

Viego put his hands up as if in a reassuring gesture, which definitely didnt help. "[i]Don't worry, we have managed to keep in touch with the specialists in charge there. They're still under our control. A few of them had recently undergone rebel attacks, but nothing bad than that, but...[/i]" Viego's voice trailed off, as if he had just realized something.

"[i]But...what? Tell me![/i]" Ferrari interjected before Norton could get a word in.

Viego's face was an expression of perification.

"[i]Four silos had gone out of touch with us.[/i]"

[Michael McBride]

[b]**PRIVATE**[/b]
[b]ISIS Headquarters, Langley, Virginia[/b]

“Sir, we’re getting some strange signals coming out of Ursalia.” The voice of the junior officer at the Imperial Surveillance and Intelligence Service, or ISIS, betrayed no worry, simply a report coming in to Imperial command. The Colonel in charge, a Colonel Barry Whitner, strode over to peer over the young Lieutenant’s shoulder.

“What have you got for me, Lieutenant?”

“Well sir, by strange signals, I mean we’re getting… nothing. It’s as if they’ve gone completely off the grid, sir. No communication of any kind, not even internet chatter.” The Colonel’s brow furrowed. For a nation such as Ursalia to completely drop off the map… it was odd.

“Sat ops, give me a wide angle view on SAT Neptune-Alpha-Bravo.” Before his eyes on the main screen at the center, Colonel Whitner was show a wide angle view of the western half of North America. He frowned again. “Strange… lights are still on. No widespread power outages seen.” Walking closer to the screen slowly, Colonel Whitner’s hand slowly moved up to his chin, stroking his five o’clock shadow. “Ops, zoom in on Ursalia City, on the double.” The camera adjusted and rocketed towards the ground. Whitner squinted as he saw flashes among the city streets. “What the hell…” He moved closer. “Zoom in on a street with those flashes.” The camera zoomed in again and Whitner’s jaw dropped as he saw citizens firing on police and soldiers. He whipped around.

“Get me Washington on the horn now and send them this video. I want cameras on every other major city in Ursalia. I want to know what the hell is happening and why it is happening and where it is happening and how it is happening and I want to know two minutes ago. Move!” The ISIS control room became a flurry of activity.

[b]**CLASSIFIED**[/b]

After seeing the video, a secure transmission was sent to Vancouver on the most secure channel into Ursalia the Empire knew.

[quote]FOR THE QUEEN’S EYES ONLY

RE: REVOLUTION

Your Majesty, our satellites have noticed armed revolution occurring in your nation and that almost all communications to the outside world have ceased. Are you in need of assistance? Simply say the word and we can troops in your theatre in less than 24 hours.

Sincerely,
Emperor Harland[/quote]

[JEDCJT]

[b]In Nadrink...[/b]

The streets of Nadrink were full of Red Guards and renegade Army troopers. Now that the city had fallen completely under the control of the rebels, in the guise of the communist People's Republican Party (PRP), it was now time to consolidate the nucleus of a new Communist state that was to supplant the Kingdom of Ursalia. Ursalian flags all over the city were taken down, descerated, and burned.

In the City Hall building, a new system of government was formed: the [b]Nadrink Commune[/b] was declared, and the new government proceeded to take over control of, well, everything in the city. Media centers, transportation systems, airports, post offices, and other important buildings (including but not limited to industries, companies, and corporations) were nationalized without compensation, often with the forcible assistance of Red Guards and Army troopers. With the takeover of power stations, electricity in Nadrink slowly began to falter, and lights in the city began to function erratically, blinking on and off. Gun shops were ordered to supply the new regime with weapons "[i]for the time being.[/i]"

Under the new regime, chaos and unpredictability prevailed as the new government tried to assert power. The Commune sanctioned the arrest and detainment of anyone involved in the "[i]capitalistic exploitation of the People as a whole[/i]", a deliberately broad category encompassing businessmen, factory managers, and many others. While the Nadrink Commune deliberated on the formation of a 'extraordinary emergency commission', Red Guards and 'People's Protection' units, often ordinary citizens conscripted into 'public service', embarked into a campaign of arrest, detainment, and execution. Hundreds of people began to disappear from their homes.

===

While Army troopers, Red Guards, and 'People's Protection' units were rampaging through Nadrink's streets, the mysterious man was seated at his desk, contemplating the progress his party had made so far. He stood up, and turned to Mr. Niro.

"[i]Our struggle is not finished, not by a long shot. The capture of Nadrink is but merely the beginning...the beginning of a dawn of a socialist paradise in the nation. Nadrink is merely the first domino to fall, of which fallout will prompt the other dominoes to fall, starting with Vancouver and other cities.[/i]"

The man smiled a sinister smile. "[i]I will now go. The People needs me.[/i]" He and Mr. Niro left the office.

===

By then, the rebels had taken control of most of Columbina, save for Vancouver, Ursalia City, and Kelowna. They also controlled a large part of Saskatchewan, except for Regina and Saskatoon, and a large part of Nova Coimbra. Alta Vancavite was mostly under rebel control due to the unrelenting campaign conducted by the Red Guards and its supporters up the island. Only Nova Alasca lay mostly in Ursalian control.

However, the most shocking thing after the fall of Nadrink occurred: Calgary fell.

In Ursalia's largest city, the rebels - augmented by Army troops that had been heading to the city on the order of the loyalist commander stationed near the city, but then switched allegiance at the last moment - managed to take the City Hall building after hours of fierce fighting. They then proceeded to take over the city, block by block, until finally the entire city was under rebel control. The [b]Calgary Commune[/b] was formed shortly after and proceeded to inaugurate a reign of terror upon the city's population with the same intensity as that implemented in Nadrink. The rebels proceeded to take over hundreds of towns and villages, imposing Communist rule along the way.

The fall of Calgary dealt a shattering blow to the morale of Edmonton's defenders, and to the Kingdom as a whole. The city's police, after continuing on the struggle, gave up after hours of being subjected to incessant rebel propaganda. Hundreds of UNP policemen were disarmed and carted off somewhere - where many of them were shot on the way by Red Guards. In many points throughout the city, dozens of policemen were hauled off in front of a wall and machine-gunned in cold blood. This would be repeated many, many times in the areas under Communist control. The vast majority of Nova Coimbra was now under rebel control. In Calgary, its namesake Commune declared its allegiance to the central government in Nadrink.

With three of its largest cities in rebel hands, and with its capital besieged, the situation looked hopeless for the Kingdom of Ursalia. What had begun out as a public uprising had quickly transformed into a fully-pledged rebellion that threatened to overthrow the Kingdom. However, hope and salvation arrived. It would take the form of Giancarlo Norton himself and a transmission from the Empire of Pravus Ingruo.

===

[b]In Vancouver...[/b]

As the sounds of battle continued tore through the air above, Prime Minister Giancarlo Norton paced around the bunker's floor frantically, muttering to himself under his breath. Ferrari and Favelaro, along with other officials, watched the Prime Minister sympathetically while other officials tried their best to get in contact with elements of the RUA still on the field - that is, these who had not defected to the rebels. Norton had not gotten over the shocks of losing Nadrink and now Calgary and Edmonton.

From a bunk bed across the room, two brown eyes followed the pacing Prime Minister with concern. The beautiful Monarch's heart cried out for the Prime Minister, to the Ursalian government, and to the people caught in the crossfire. She watched as Norton finally stopped pacing and sit down on a nearby chair.

Sonia wished all this didn't happen. She hated seeing the Prime Minister, her longtime friend and c--, like this. Norton evidently looked to be under some heavy pressure, and she longed to make it go away. Finally, she made a decision: she would comfort him, lift his spirits up. After all, this was what a Monarch was supposed to do, to rally the government and the people in times of crisis. However, just when she was getting up from the bunk bed, several aides rushed over to Norton's side.

"[i]Sir! A telegram from the Empire of Pravus Ingruo![/i]" One of them stated, gesturing over to the screen. Norton got up with a start, rushing over to the screen. Clicking on the link, Norton scanned the message. He felt his heart lighten up, and the wonderful feeling of hope course through his veins. Perhaps all was not lost... Ferrari, Favelaro, and the others read the message, looked at each other, and smiled.

Standing straight up, Norton resolved to do one thing, and one thing only: rally the Ursalian nation and people. He realized about what he had done recently, compared to the rebellion's successes. While the rebels were taking large tracts of Ursalian territory, he had done little but mope around in an underground bunker. An underground bunker! While countless people were caught in the crossfire, while loyalist Army soldiers and citizens were fighting and dying on the ground, Norton and his government had been cowering in an underground bunker. Cowering! This made the Prime Minister queasy; had he been acting like a coward all this time?

Well, no more. If the rebels wanted to overthrow Ursalia by force, they'd have to extract it from the millions of cold, dead hands - including his own - and suffer a thousand nuclear bombings in order to succeed. To quote a famous quote: the only way for evil to succeed is for good guys to do nothing. And the hell he was going to do nothing.

"[i]Send a reply.[/i]" The Prime Minister ordered, of which several officials nodded. One of them typed out a reply and sent it through the same secure channel:

[quote][font="Courier New"][color="#000000"]FOR THE EMPEROR'S EYES ONLY

TO: Emperor Harland
FROM: Government of the Kingdom of Ursalia

Yes, we are in need of assistance. We greatly appreciate your offer of support, and will repay you someday. You are correct in the fact that an armed revolution had broken out in the country. The rebels seem to have taken most of the country, though the exact details of the situation on the ground had been spotty as of lately.

With regards,
The Ursalian Government[/color][/font][/quote]
Turning around, Norton stared at Sonia's eyes with such determination and intensity that the Monarch blushed and bit her lips. He strode over to her, grabbed her hand, nodded at Vicente, glanced at the gathered officials, and cleared his throat. "[i]I will go into the ground floor, where I will rally the people together to fight off the threat. You all will come with me.[/i]"

Ferrari raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed. "[i]But what about the current fighting in Vancouver? It clearly isn't safe out there.[/i]"

Norton shook his head. "[i]It is not safe anywhere in this country. The rebels have possession of nuclear weapons, and probably other assorted weapons that can smash through this bunker should they so desire. But we must stand resolutely and firm in the face of danger. The Ursalian people must know that, no matter the circumstances, the government is going to be there for them. If this means fighting off the rebels, so be it.[/i]"

The bunker was silent as they considered Norton's statement. Finally, several officials began putting on their coats, preparing to follow the Prime Minister, Ferrari and Favelaro included. "[i]A message had been sent, sir.[/i]" An aide stated to Norton, who nodded silently. Not seeing the amazed and admiring expression on the Monarch's face, and interwining his fingers with hers, Norton strode out of the bunker, a delegation of officials following him into the ground floor. Several Parliamentary Guard and Royal Guard officials opened their mouths to protest, but a single look from Norton silenced them. Somehow they knew. They let it pass.

Norton, Sonia, and the delegation made their way to the Press Briefing Room. Several aides went to work setting everything up, the video cameras, the microphones, and the like.

Finally, everything was all in place, and Norton could now begin the speech. The speech would, through the remaining broadcast corporations in Vancouver, be broadcast to the Kingdom (whenever there was still a connection) and to the world:

[quote]"[i]Ladies and gentlemen,

We are facing a great crisis, one that threatens the integrity of the Kingdom of Ursalia and the freedoms and liberties the Kingdom stands for. To elaborate the situation further, not too long ago, a revolution had broken out and is engulfing the Kingdom as a whole. From what I can infer, this revolution came from within - that is, the subversive elements of our society. I am not saying society is to fault for all this, but merely stating the fact that the revolution came from within, and would have succeeded had the Ursalian Government lost the will and determination to stand for what it believes to be right and just.

Unfortunately, that is not the case. The revolution caught us off guard, of course, but it has also forged in the baptism of fire a steel determination within all of us that cannot be broken! The rebels may have taken over a large tract of our lands, but they will not go further! They have no right nor the legitimacy to claim any part of what is rightfully a part of the Kingdom of Ursalia. Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of Ursalia, you know what to do! Throw off the yoke of oppression! Fight on for that is right! Fight so that freedom and democracy can continue to thrive in the Kingdom! Let not the boot of repression triumph over you, but let the shining light of freedom shine over the entirety of the Kingdom!

To the rebels, I urge you to give yourself up. You need not to quash the rights and liberties that the Kingdom of Ursalia, through its People, is based upon. There is no point in conducting a revolution that would only bring further chaos and devastation in the future upon not only the Kingdom, but North America and the world as a whole. If you give up and renounce any struggle against the lawful Government of the Kingdom of Ursalia, you will be forgiven and no charges will be held against you. Your rights and liberties will not be impeded. But if you choose to fight on....well, your fate rests in your decision alone. Remember this: we will fight on, period. We will fight on until the revolution is prevented, and the freedoms and liberties of the Kingdom of Ursalia and its people safeguarded for once and for all. What I am about to say had been overused so many times simply because it is so true, and shall appropriately reflect the Government's commitment to fight: We shall fight in Columbina, in Nova Coimbra, in Saskatchewan, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our lands, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills and mountains; we shall never surrender!

It is with this that I say that our goal is to wage war, by sea, land, and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage war against a monstrous evil in the history of the world. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: it is victory. Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be. You have my words on that.

To the world, we urge you not to accept this rebellion and any system of government that they may set up in order to reinforce their illegitimate claims to sovereignty. We ask you not to recognize whatever regime they may set up in Nadrink, Calgary, Edmonton, and other areas under their occupation.

Citizens of Ursalia! We shall overcome this darkest period in the history of our Kingdom! Democracy and liberty shall live on! God bless the Kingdom of Ursalia. Amen.[/i]"[/quote]
With that, a thunderous applause broke out in the room, the loudest one of all being the Monarch. When Norton stepped off the podium, Sonia rushed forward and engulfed him in a bonecrushing hug. Ferrari and the other delegation members heartily congratulated the Prime Minister on his speech.

Heartened by Norton's speech, the remaining members of Parliament, in a hastily-assembled session in the Assembly Room, passed a resolution granting anyone involved in the rebellion full amnesty if he or she surrendered to the Federal Government.

Norton's speech, which obviously would be suppressed by the rebellous Communes in Nadrink, Calgary, and Edmonton, and other areas under their control (but pro-loyalist supporters behind rebel lines would transmit the speech to the population nevertheless), gave a huge morale boost to the scattered Loyalist elements of the Royal Ursalian Army across the vast Kingdom. It prompted the Ursalian Border Agency, a part of which had defected to the rebels, to throw on its full weight behind the Federal Government, and even prompted a full battalion of soldiers in occupied Prince George to switch sides to the Loyalists. The Navy, Air Force, and Strategic Force, which had been subject to attempts by the rebels to join their cause, also declared their support for the Federal Government and even launched attacks against the rebels.

Fired up, the loyalist Army troopers in Vancouver with close coordination with Ferrari launched a major offensive. Charging forward, the troopers easily blew the rebels away; no amount of car bombs or grenades or snipers would prevent the loyalists from clearing Vancouver of rebel troops. In a short time, the entire Distretto Federal was cleared of rebels, though the loyalists had to pause to regroup and rearm. Norton's speech, though morale-boosting, did not change the fact that communications with Loyalist troops on the ground were still somewhat limited. More often than not, loyalist units had to fight the rebels on their own initiative. However, in Ursalia City, Regina, and Saskatoon, the loyalists had not only stopped the rebel advance, but actually began to fight back, pushing the rebels back in hours of ferocious fighting. Whereas the rebels had once held a considerable part of these cities, they were now reduced to scattered pockets of resistance by the time the loyalists were finished.

The same happened in Alta Vancavite. Through local coordination, loyalist forces situated on the island succeeded in repulsing the rebels and to push them back. With the assistance of the Navy, which vessels bombarded rebel-held Victoria, and the Strategic Force, which missiles impacted rebel positions across southern Alta Vancavite, the loyalists were able to retake lost ground. They eventually forced the rebels into Victoria and Nanaimo, where fighting continues.

After considerable success, the rebels were beginning to lose steam. What had begun as a revolution had undoubtably devolved into a civil war. The Ursalian Civil War was now fully underway, and the Federal Government was determined to win it - and the rebels equally determined not to lose it.

Edited January 5, 2011 by JEDCJT

[Generalissimo]

[b]Official Procinctian Statement concerning the crisis in the Kingdom of Ursalia[/b]
While Alon Richardson’s final report was inconclusive, it’s obvious even to a country as isolated as Procinctia that Ursalia’s unrest is characteristic of a larger conflict. . . likely possibilities include an armed insurrection, ideological rebellion, factional secession, regional breakaway, ethnic uprising, militant coup d'état, or outright civil war. Whatever’s actually going in neighboring Ursalia isn’t actually Procinctia’s concern. Procinctia preemptively asserts our neutrality in this affair (whatever it is), pragmatically recognizing whoever holds onto power after Ursalia’s internal strife as the legitimate Ursalian authority.

To whatever mass of unfortunate Ursalian refugees who might feel the necessity to flee whatever chaos is gripping their country, I advise looking somewhere that isn’t Procinctia. To insure Procinctia’s continued noninvolvement in petty North American squabbles all Ursalian refugees will be politely turned away.

[i]-Catalina Martinez, interim Procinctian administrator-[/i]

Edited January 5, 2011 by Generalissimo

[JEDCJT]

OOC: Disregard this thread. It has been [b]retconned[/b]. Somehow I lost interest in continuing it. Thanks anyways for reading (that is, if you did read it). :V

Edited January 6, 2011 by JEDCJT