Talinin, South Eastern Cyrillica
Talinin Port
Exhaling the cold fire out of his lungs, Nikolai Libyov stood in the ankle deep snow, surprisingly relaxed despite the 250 degree temperatures, 23 Kelvins below freezing. He as well as all Cyrillics were well adapted to the nearly year round snowy climate, their blood thickened from the cold. Greatcoats made of thick fabric was common wear among Cyrillics along with thick and baggy pants. It was easy to understand why his people were so isolated. Who would risk sending aircraft into the turbulent winds of the extreme north or sailing ships through its icy waters.
"Ah finally, they have arrived." Nikolai rubbed his hands togethers and walked casually toward a crane, leaning on it in patient wait. 'They' would be the massive Meribian transport ships on the horizon, carrying the much needed machinery necessary for the creation of a Cyrillic Industrial Sector. The ships were icebreakers, plowing through frozen ice. Even from this distance one could see the ships were bustling with activity. He couldn't imagine how uncomfortable the Meribian crew must have been, the extreme north was quite different from the Americas.
Nikolai Libyov was a minister sent by the Ministry of Foreign Commerce to personally oversee the operation. It was his job to ensure the dock workers here did not screw up. The workers had prepared for the ships arrival long before the day began. The Meribians were given top service priority, although this hardly mattered because few ships ever visited these docks anyway. Several massive cranes lined the dock while trucks were started and driven to their destination, their occupants waiting for the ships to arrive and to begin the unloading process.
The Meribian machinery was highly valued by the not just the state, but the workers themselves. The materials were valued as critically important to the Republic, vital to its industrialization and emergence from its never ending isolation. Although the meager civilian economy would indeed be industrialized, factories erected to produce clothing, food, building materials, and household appliances such as electric razors and driers, what the papers didn't mention was the intention to create a powerful arms manufacturing industry as well. Although the Cyrillic people were generally aware of this, the people as well as the state were keeping quiet to ensure the international community remained unaware of the intention.
Nikolai grinned to himself in the cold. It was a satisfying notion indeed. The Republic had for several centuries been in a vegetative state, rarely concerning itself with the wars of foreigners and other petty international concerns. Even when the radical Stalinists of the 20's had seized power from the monarchy, Cyrillica had continued on with this tradition, staying out of foreign affairs. The only major diplomatic endeavors undertaken by the regime being it's admittance into the IRB and the sending of material aid to socialist powers during the Great War.
This is one of the chief reasons why Cyrillica has always been a poor nation, economically backwards by both Western and Eastern standards. Now however, change was on the peoples mind, just as it had nearly a century before in the December Revolution. It was finally the Republics time. The ever lasting calm of isolation and economic poverty was coming to a quiet end.
The dual purpose of the industrialization wasn't a hard secret to keep. The diplomatic isolation of Cyrillica made it remarkably easy to keep things hidden from foreigners. Few intelligence agencies bothered with the poor agrarian country, and those few foreigners who did so inquire into the dual purpose of the industrialization were easily misinformed or quietly eliminated. If there was anything positive out of the Stalinist era, it was the sprawling intelligence community.
The Republic and its people were proud of the juggernaut that was the Cyrillic intelligence services. Although the potential for misuse is great is enormous, President Engels was one of the few whom kept the peoples interests at heart. He along with the Senate intended to keep the Republic alive.
The cranes began to rumble to life. The Meribian ships had finally pulled into dock. The cranes dutifully set to work lifting the cargo, planting it onto trucks waiting to ferry it off to some work site. The entire dock came alive with the crank and rattle of machinery. Nikolai took a deep breath, it was time to get to work.
Talinin Port
Exhaling the cold fire out of his lungs, Nikolai Libyov stood in the ankle deep snow, surprisingly relaxed despite the 250 degree temperatures, 23 Kelvins below freezing. He as well as all Cyrillics were well adapted to the nearly year round snowy climate, their blood thickened from the cold. Greatcoats made of thick fabric was common wear among Cyrillics along with thick and baggy pants. It was easy to understand why his people were so isolated. Who would risk sending aircraft into the turbulent winds of the extreme north or sailing ships through its icy waters.
"Ah finally, they have arrived." Nikolai rubbed his hands togethers and walked casually toward a crane, leaning on it in patient wait. 'They' would be the massive Meribian transport ships on the horizon, carrying the much needed machinery necessary for the creation of a Cyrillic Industrial Sector. The ships were icebreakers, plowing through frozen ice. Even from this distance one could see the ships were bustling with activity. He couldn't imagine how uncomfortable the Meribian crew must have been, the extreme north was quite different from the Americas.
Nikolai Libyov was a minister sent by the Ministry of Foreign Commerce to personally oversee the operation. It was his job to ensure the dock workers here did not screw up. The workers had prepared for the ships arrival long before the day began. The Meribians were given top service priority, although this hardly mattered because few ships ever visited these docks anyway. Several massive cranes lined the dock while trucks were started and driven to their destination, their occupants waiting for the ships to arrive and to begin the unloading process.
The Meribian machinery was highly valued by the not just the state, but the workers themselves. The materials were valued as critically important to the Republic, vital to its industrialization and emergence from its never ending isolation. Although the meager civilian economy would indeed be industrialized, factories erected to produce clothing, food, building materials, and household appliances such as electric razors and driers, what the papers didn't mention was the intention to create a powerful arms manufacturing industry as well. Although the Cyrillic people were generally aware of this, the people as well as the state were keeping quiet to ensure the international community remained unaware of the intention.
Nikolai grinned to himself in the cold. It was a satisfying notion indeed. The Republic had for several centuries been in a vegetative state, rarely concerning itself with the wars of foreigners and other petty international concerns. Even when the radical Stalinists of the 20's had seized power from the monarchy, Cyrillica had continued on with this tradition, staying out of foreign affairs. The only major diplomatic endeavors undertaken by the regime being it's admittance into the IRB and the sending of material aid to socialist powers during the Great War.
This is one of the chief reasons why Cyrillica has always been a poor nation, economically backwards by both Western and Eastern standards. Now however, change was on the peoples mind, just as it had nearly a century before in the December Revolution. It was finally the Republics time. The ever lasting calm of isolation and economic poverty was coming to a quiet end.
The dual purpose of the industrialization wasn't a hard secret to keep. The diplomatic isolation of Cyrillica made it remarkably easy to keep things hidden from foreigners. Few intelligence agencies bothered with the poor agrarian country, and those few foreigners who did so inquire into the dual purpose of the industrialization were easily misinformed or quietly eliminated. If there was anything positive out of the Stalinist era, it was the sprawling intelligence community.
The Republic and its people were proud of the juggernaut that was the Cyrillic intelligence services. Although the potential for misuse is great is enormous, President Engels was one of the few whom kept the peoples interests at heart. He along with the Senate intended to keep the Republic alive.
The cranes began to rumble to life. The Meribian ships had finally pulled into dock. The cranes dutifully set to work lifting the cargo, planting it onto trucks waiting to ferry it off to some work site. The entire dock came alive with the crank and rattle of machinery. Nikolai took a deep breath, it was time to get to work.