One-Hundred Miles to Liberty

[Thaumantica]

Cordon Zone - Whiskey 1
Independent City of Sevinmek
Symposium for Independent Barazi​

Crumbs from a toasted sandwich sprinkled across his checkered gray cardigan like ashen snowflakes in nuclear winter. His obnoxious chewing, smack after munching smack, drowned his immediate surrounding from emitting any other auditory stimuli. Melted Divovian-Cheese extended from his dry cracked lips to the remainder of the warm morsel for a split second before being swiped away by a once pale but now sunburned hand.

"Did you need a few more minutes, sir?" Vezérőrnagy (O-7) Pawłowski asked with no discontent veiled from his tone. As Chief Administrator of Combined Centrjzieman Command, waiting had become a distant memory just like eating a square meal had since being appointed to this position.

Blankly, Henio Ujvári made an effort to acknowledge the Chief Administrator from behind his golden brown sandwich with a calm nod. He was so completely invested within the confines of it that the task at hand seemed boorish and secondary. But the delectable stack of bread and cheese and turkey and cheese and bread was growing cold, yet not quite the same degree of cold that that existed in Henio's frigid inner self.

He cast the thing aside like soiled trash, now as disinterested with it, or more so, then he was with Pawłowski's statement; consisting of clearly recycled rhetoric from the Maresal in Sjadnbrdo. With not even so much as a sigh, abruptly he rose to his feet after hearing his name and title, the sudden movement caused crumbs to cascade lazily every which way in his stead.

"Wiser men once gathered to define a country, at risk of certain death mind you, in canvas tents to conspire against the status quo." He began steadily, attempting to build a tempo in his speech pattern "In the distance they could hear the sick and injured crying out in agony, still then they carried out their task with courage and zeal!" Henio Ujvári proclaimed in between hoots of approval from Pawłowski. His approval was unwelcome, "Lock it up old man!" Henio grunted towards the Chief Administrator, loathing his uniformed counterpart for every thread. Pawłowski shot the speaker back a venomous glare, "Get to the fucking point then, sir." Pawłowski fired back, as the visible tension between Independent Barazi's top Civilian and Military Union Administrators was about to derail the conference."

"Wiser men fought at Sjadnbrdo and Hladnmopot, in the same way we fought together at Sevinmek and Kraliyet for the very same ideals" Henio continued, trying to remain on track "Where they were dug deep within their resolve to plant the seeds of liberty -- for the tree of life which became our Union."

From the corner of his literal eye, and to a larger extent his minds eye, he could see the Sarmatian representatives rolling their eyes at a reference to what Životinje called the 'Wars of Assertive Independence', and many from their country considered an uprising of lesser beings. Henio Ujvári understood and related to their social and racial sense of elitism, after all, he was Divovian. Born an raised in Sjadnbrdo - "The Shining City on the Hill", where the culture revolves around reiteration of Union Glory. Now, he so entirely identified with them as he preached his doctrine to what Centrjziema collectively believed to be a flawed gene pool.

"I want to make you understand something quite clearly, however. Several lesser men then I would come before you and suggest that Životinje has planted this same seed within the hearth of Barazi." Ujvári spat an arching stream of saliva over the maple wood podium, "Recycling the Union Seed would insult the recipient almost as appallingly as our forefathers."

A clear state of disapproval warmed Pawłowski's face to a shocking maroon red, the necessity of neglecting his primal urge to punch Ujvári square in the jaw. The Administrator knew what was coming next, the issue that lost Ujvári his Military Career in Southern Europe and catapulted him to this civil position. Angrily he wondered why all men could not just humble themselves, and cool their tongues as he had just chosen to. Meanwhile, a flustered looking lower enlisted soldier swept up the chewed out remains of Henio Ujvári's lunch sandwich. Pawłowski would make sure that the soldier himself was eating three square meals a day, so long as he might be forced to clean up after Henio's filth.

"Burn" Ujvári whispered, "Burn" this time in his normal tone, "BURN DAMN IT!" he shouted. "Barazi is incompatible with the serenity of a tree, hers is a people of another element - fire. Yet, not a single member of the last regime knew how to harness it, like shoots of sparks when there is a true potential of scorching gusts of open flame. Europe is a bed of unlit charcoal to the fundamentals of liberty, and to Barazi I repeat - Burn. . .Burn. . . Burn damn it!"

 

[Thaumantica]

Beckoning for a select group of lackeys, Henio waved his hand casually to initiate distribution of the 'Charter of the Transitional Republic of Independent Barazi'. His eyes glazed over temporarily in thought of the minute words and statements that indicated furtive elements at work in Barazi, and the many hundred lives those elements were in the process of influencing as he spike.

"As a Union Man, I understand that there is only one way of directional thought: forward. Always forward, never a lament for the past. As a Union Man, I always look up, resilience and innovation are my keywords."

An unnecessary cough and sigh filled the next few seconds as documentation of the charter was distributed to the Sarmatian, Khazar, and Baraturk consortium present in the room. His gray checkered cardigan now seemed inappropriate for the warm summer weather, especially when most of Barazi still lacked air conditioning amenities. He consulted his body for a moment to sense whether or not he was dehydrated, if not already well nourished from the sandwich moments back, and before long he decided to entirely cease his oratory excursion to pursue a bottle of water from his original seating.

Refreshed a minute later, he returned with confidence that the documents had been circulated to every man present, "You have half an hour to view the Charter, an additional hour to debate it, and a half hour after that to contemplate and cast your vote after that". His smile finally crept out from hiding, a lightning bolt to his previously inanimate facial features.

Guideline of the Transitional Republic of Independent Barazi

Mission Statement: WE, the representatives of an Independent Barazi, have resolved to enact a standardized charter to meet the expectations of our citizens, our liberators, and Allah himself.

WE recognize our past violations of human rights, democracy, and international peace and thus pledge to alter our path.

WE intend to uphold our national dignity, unity, and independence.

Establishment: ANSWERING the call of our countrymen, a Transitional Republic for Independent Barazi is hereby created under authority of the Centrjzieman Coalition. The Transitional Republic's right to exercise sovereignty shall not be delegated to any individual, group or class, and no person shall arrogate to him or herself, or exercise any State authority, which does not emanate from this Charter or any laws of the Coalition. Independent Barazi must encourage the unity in government of all Barazi people by promoting their cultures, customs and traditions.

Territorial Integrity: MEETING a Coalition Standard to fairly distribute autonomous territories to suppressed cultures, we alter the territories of Barazi in the following composition:

West: Independent Barazi Major, Capital Sevinmek
East: Independent Barazi Minor, Capital Guzellik
Central: Independent Barazi Proper, Kraliyet
South Central: Cenubikhazaria., Capital Almak
South East and West: Independent Barazi Democratic Development Zones, Capital None

Cenubikhazaria. is declared autonomous and is charged to complete its own charter, constitution, and system of governance in the method of its choosing.

Freedoms: MEETING the standards of a nation of modern Europe, the Transitional Republic pledges to uphold the freedoms of speech, assembly, and press. Every citizen has the right to bear arms, free enterprise, and investment. Every citizen will have the opportunity to seek private or public education and healthcare.

Commissions: RESEARCHING the best systems for Independent Barazi, we shall create the following Commissions tasked with policy creation and implementation:

Constitutional Commission
Commission for Reconciliation.
National Population and Demographic Census Commission.
Civil Service Commission.
National Commission for the recovery and registration of public and private property.
National Resettlement Commission.
Boundary Demarcation Commission.
Armament and Garrison Commission.
Economic Recovery Commission

 

[Beautancus]

Cordon Zone - Whiskey 1
Independent City of Sevinmek
Symposium for Independent Barazi​

As was expected, all of the main Imperial commanders- both Khazar and Sarmatian- including representatives from every one of the Imperial Armed Forces, were on hand for this symposium- mostly to satisfy the Živo's need to be overly professional and almost "Germanic" in their attention to detail, with everything falling precisely in place- "Alles in ordnung," as the Mutes were wont to say. That was appreciable, certainly, any military man could respect that.

The course that events had taken in Occupied Barazi (which most Imperial officers called it, despite the obvious and intentionally hollow transition to "Independent" Barazi) at least initially, had been favorable- so far as the Sarmatian Southern Operational Command was concerned. The rapid and overwhelming application of armed force had been enough to finish off this conflict, and move forward with Huszar- and now Ujvári's vision of a more democratic Barazi...and a completely "independent" Cenubixazariya, "Southern Khazaria."

The latter consideration was proving to be a bone of great contention between the members of the Sarmatian contingent of the CCC's leadership. Generał Wincenty K. Gosiewski, though nominally of the Imperial Air Force, was been the man that had seen the entirety of the initial invasion force comprising the Southern Operational Command (the Imperial Sarmatian portion of the CCC) into Barazi. He'd been dealing with Ujvári, and more commonly Pawłowski on a regular basis for weeks now. Both men were tolerable, though Gosiewski preferred to deal with the latter, despite the fact that the man's views lined up with Sarmatian interests far less often than Hrodino would have liked.

Ujvári certainly seemed to be a man with more than enough energy to accomplish great things, but he annoyed the admittedly reserved Gosiewski a bit- especially with his shouting fits.

The actual bone in the contention between the Sarmatian leadership was the recently arrived Admirał Menachem Safar Akhund, commander of the Imperial War-Marine's Southern Task Force. The root of the complications had resulted from the fact that Akhund technically outranked Gosiewski, by virtue of seniority, and had attempted to assert his control of all Sarmatian forces within the CCC. It had taken Marszałek Rola's direct intervention, in favor of Gosiewski, to end the dispute and allow things to move forward.

Even not considering this most recent professional squabble, Akhund was, in Gosiewski's estimation, a grand ass approached in terms of his pompous self-importance by next to none. He was a gifted administrator surely, and had been a fine naval aviator in his day, and was one of the highest ranking officers of the newly rechristened Imperial War-Marine- and thus capable of demanding and receiving this commission. He even had a natural investment in this whole affair- his mother being from Cenubixazar stock.

There were some rumblings that Akhund's interest in Barazi were centered solely upon carving out a personal fiefdom for himself in Cenubixazariya. Gosiewski chose to dismiss those out of hand, by virtue of the healthy respect, which was in fact fear, they shared for the Emperor-Elect and his NBD. NBD bullets had ended the lives of Generals and Admirals far more senior- and far more loved and respected- than either of them.
Whatever the case, they had decided beforehand that despite his technically subordinate status, Akhund would speak first, or entirely for the Imperial contingent involved.

"Rousing statements, Mr. Ujvári, most rousing statements. You are an asset to your nation indeed, and will likely prove to be the unyielding anvil upon which the bolder, newer Barazi is forged." Akhund indicated the document, "the Guideline of the Transitional Republic of Independent Barazi" that had been distributed to each of them before he continued.

"As I believe you're aware by now, we have no issue with any item contained herein and are prepared to move forward, most enthusiastically, with the indicated plans of action. We are ultimately committed to seeing Barazi become a productive, stable, and valuable neighbor and ally. Likewise, we are committed to overseeing the creation of, and subsequently, ensuring the continued existence of an independent Cenubixazariyan state."

A rather bland smile crossed the Khazar Admiral's weathered features, though his narrow, slightly folded raptor's eyes continued to calculate the reactions of the men around the room. "Though many of the would-be demagogues of the now thankfully defunct Milliyetci Regime would have the common Baraturk- and indeed, the idiot bleeding-hearts of the world think that we," he tapped the impressive collection of medals and ribbons on his chest, indicating the Imperial Sarmatian contingent as a whole, "are here to for no other reason than to expand the influence of our new reborn Empire."

"I assure you- and the Baraturklur people that this is not the case. We are as committed the cause of civilization, the promulgation of the basic liberties outlined here. You, Mr. Ujvári, will have the complete cooperation of the Empire for so long as you remain true to these ideals and ideas."