Vaquero Free State
Establishing Nation
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2018
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Oscar was a short nervous looking man in his early thirties, he wore an army uniform trying but where everyone else he worked with looked smart, Oscar could never look anything but shabby and unkempt.
Oscar was currently trying to be hard at work, typing in the newest set of numbers into the computer when his workmate Diego leaned over from the next cubicle " So how long do you think the old man's got?" By old man he had to mean the Caudillo, even if the man was well into his seventies talking about him actually dying wasn't done. Oscar whispered through gritted teeth." Fucking hell, Diego shut your mouth, unless you want you and your family to take a holiday out west". " Out West" was where a anyone the Integralists didn't like ended up and was by now synonymous with death itself. Admonished Diego dipped back into his own cubicle and quickly began tapping away on his keyboard.
He tried to get on with work but once the thought of the Caudillo's eventual death had made into Oscar's head he couldn't get it out, and around and around it went. What would happen? Who would lead the nation? When he got home his family was waiting for him, his wife Maria was preparing dinner while his son Jose in his Joven Integralista uniform sat helping his sisters Antonia and Miranda with their homework. What would the future hold for them? The Integralist regime and the Caudillo was all he and they had ever known, the idea of it somehow not being there terrified him.
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Caballero Legionario First Class Luis Ezquerra was a man in his late fiftes, a life of strict living had given him a lean physique, his grey hair cut close to his scalp and a small neat moustache over his scarred and tanned face.
He looked out at at his domain, every blasted rock, every cabin and their wretched inhabitants was his to command. He served as commandant for Camp Ascensión for fifteen years and as a guard for ten years before that, and felt an immense sense of pride about the service he provided for the nation. Every morning before sunrise he patrolled the camp, he noted how more and more cabins lay empty and abandoned, prisoners didn't come in the volumes they once had. He supposed that was a good thing all in all but he couldn't help but wonder how long the camp could continue to run like this.
Oscar was currently trying to be hard at work, typing in the newest set of numbers into the computer when his workmate Diego leaned over from the next cubicle " So how long do you think the old man's got?" By old man he had to mean the Caudillo, even if the man was well into his seventies talking about him actually dying wasn't done. Oscar whispered through gritted teeth." Fucking hell, Diego shut your mouth, unless you want you and your family to take a holiday out west". " Out West" was where a anyone the Integralists didn't like ended up and was by now synonymous with death itself. Admonished Diego dipped back into his own cubicle and quickly began tapping away on his keyboard.
He tried to get on with work but once the thought of the Caudillo's eventual death had made into Oscar's head he couldn't get it out, and around and around it went. What would happen? Who would lead the nation? When he got home his family was waiting for him, his wife Maria was preparing dinner while his son Jose in his Joven Integralista uniform sat helping his sisters Antonia and Miranda with their homework. What would the future hold for them? The Integralist regime and the Caudillo was all he and they had ever known, the idea of it somehow not being there terrified him.
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Caballero Legionario First Class Luis Ezquerra was a man in his late fiftes, a life of strict living had given him a lean physique, his grey hair cut close to his scalp and a small neat moustache over his scarred and tanned face.
He looked out at at his domain, every blasted rock, every cabin and their wretched inhabitants was his to command. He served as commandant for Camp Ascensión for fifteen years and as a guard for ten years before that, and felt an immense sense of pride about the service he provided for the nation. Every morning before sunrise he patrolled the camp, he noted how more and more cabins lay empty and abandoned, prisoners didn't come in the volumes they once had. He supposed that was a good thing all in all but he couldn't help but wonder how long the camp could continue to run like this.