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Luis cracked open his second lukewarm bottle of beer of the evening in a futile attempt to fight the stifling heat, the power had gone out again descending his entire street into darkness. The power cuts had been growing ever more frequent, of course it wasn't The Party's fault, it never was " infallible" he said to no one in particular, God and The Party both moved in mysterious ways far beyond the comprehension of a simple civil servant like him.

Of course no doubt someone would get the blame. Some poor bastard too stupid, poor or unconnected to save himself from a one way trip to Tierra de Sul. The blackout was relatively brief...only a hour or so then the lights flickered on and the television he had been sat in front of sputtered back to life displaying an old spy film where some square jawed hero was in the middle of blowing apart the lair of the villain. Luis found himself paying attention to the film perhaps in part to the acting talents of the love interest when he realized that the sound of fighting where not coming just from the television but from outside in the street.

"Fuck" Luis flung himself to the floor, and crawled over to the window. Down in the street he could see two groups of men engaged in a melee , all of them in were clad in the dark bottle green of the Sindicato Integralista Nacional, no doubt a political argument had occurred between rival factions. Such fratricidal violence was only becoming more frequent, of course it was could never be The Party's fault.
 
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Antonio Grau breathed in the warm heady scent of his morning coffee, his first of the day, the office was almost silent at this time of the morning and he allowed himself the simple luxury of a good coffee before the start of the day. This was he thought the best part of his day, soon it would all turn to shit. All too soon the coffee was finished and it was time to get to work, as Interior minister it was his thankless task to keep great machine of the People's State running. His eyes crossed to the latest stack of reports his secretary had dropped on his desk. More violence on the streets fucking madmen tearing the country apart. From what little he could gather it seemed that this latest streetfight had occurred between two of the ultra-orthodox cliques each believing the other were ideologically impure.

It seemed violence like this was happening every other day, of course no one said anything, that would make the party look weak instead they formed their little cliques, reformers, conservatives, ultra-visionaries all of them arming themselves and waiting to strike. Still while the Caudillo lived no one would make a move, all the factions for all their differences had loyalty to the Caudillo in common.

Antonio had as of yet remained separate from any of the forming cliques, it was all petty nonsense, and soon they would see that. Even if some of them might need a little help.
 

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Roldofo and the rest of the Valiente Brigade had barely been the backwater province of the Selva forty eight hours before the politicians in Puerto Angeles had decided to cut a deal with those Correntine dogs and now off they were heading back with their tails between their legs without so much as a shot fired. Fucking politicians, fucking party bureaucrats with pencil necks and soft hands. This was the problem with the party these days too soft, too comfortable, where was the passion where was the faith? Of course Roldofo would never say these words aloud, could never. Not unless he fancied a breaking rocks in Tierra de Sul for the rest of his life. Still he knew he wasn't the only one of his comrades who felt this way, no doubt all across the People's State young men seethed at their elders. After all had his generation not been taught of the glory of war and violence without fighting one themselves hypocrites.

Perhaps more radical steps where needed, for Integralism and the nation to be saved.
 

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Enrique Martinez-Roca stood up before the inner circle of the Sindicato Integralista Nacional, ahead of the years budget he wanted to tell the truth, even if they wouldn't listen or act on his advice he would still tell it.

" The fact of the matter is gentlemen is that the workcamps must be stopped or at the very least drastically reformed, they are a waste. Half of the camps in Tierra de Sul are well below capacity and maintaining the roads and infrastructure is a significant drain on the economy. Of course there is the question of the populations in the camps, so I would propose that the prisoners to be transferred from the dozen or so camps in Tierra de Sul to a smaller number of larger facilities built nearer larger population centres to ease the cost of maintenance".

At this the room full of Party men erupted, cries of "traitor" and " revisionist" were hurled at him, others called him a degenerate, a crypto-communist but with a wave the Caudillo silenced them and begin to speak.

"So you would propose putting all our rotten eggs in one basket? Why should we not just liquidate the camps and have done with it?"

" Well your excellency, the prisoners may still be useful they are a cheap workforce whose labour we can use to benefit the state, if you look at page 38 of my report you will see my suggestions for the creation of factory complexes with the new prisons. This would be a much more efficient way of using our prisoners then the current system of selling their labour to corporations and only receiving a fraction of the profit".

" Fine, we will try your schemes, for now".

Enrique could scarcely believe it, the Caudillo himself had just approved his reforms..there might just be hope yet.
 

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Being granted one on one meeting with the Caudillo was a rare honour, for the most part the Caudillo ruled through decree, or else held court with his advisors not unlike the feudal monarchs of the old world...of course no one would dare make such a comparison out loud. Enrique walked up the steps towards the presidential palace and was ushered inside to a small side room, devoid of any ornaments or decoration only a desk and two chairs one in front and one behind.

Enrique glanced at his watch as time crept on, The Caudillo was allowed to be late to a meeting. Finally after what felt like an age the Caudillo entered the room. He seemed smaller, and older up close. Just an old man wearing a simple suit, without the military uniform or regalia of state he was barely recognizable.

" Sir, it's an honour".

" Yes, yes, yes. Enough pleasantries We're hear to talk about the future of Gran-Occidentia not a pair of housewives. Look, your reforms have been successful so far. Your and your kind represent a future for the Party and that what the party needs, a new vision for Integralism. So I am offering you if you want it, to be my successor".

" Successor? I don't understand". The Caudillos of the past had always simply declared their own successors, it was never offered.

" Its very simple I plan to retire, I will be the first Caudillo to leave the office, that will be my legacy. I will pass the Presidency over to you the young reformer. Then I will live out my twilight years as a great man. Of course you may fail and the Gran-Occidentia will suffer. But it will no longer be my concern. So do you accept"?

Enrique was being offered the highest office of the state, power he had never dared to dream of.
" Of course".
 

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Antonio Grau burst in the would be Caudillo's office, there already was a crowd of sycophants lining up to beg for favours and positions. Antonio and his entourage of security officers brushed past them and straight into Roca's office where Caudillo in waiting was in discussion with some minor functionary. Antonio put a hand on the functionary " fuck off now". Roca tried to object but Antonio motioned him to sit " Listen here if you ever want to be Caudillo and live to bring about your fairyland you will need me on your side, now I'm not going to haggle with you, that would be a waste of both our times, this is what I am offering. In exchange for removing those party members who pose the greatest threat to your person you will as part of your reforms slash the military budget and divert it to the Interior Ministry and internal security services, furthermore I have here a dossier of men who you will find positions in your government".

Roca finally spoke " And if I refuse your demands?"

" Well, then I don't imagine you'll last a week, then we'll have some hard-liner like Martinez in charge and the country will be ruin itself".

" fine, give me the dossier"


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The order went out and the agents of Servicio de Seguridad Nacional set to work crossing off the names on Antonio Grau's list. Some could be bribed, or threatened many could not and so across Gran-Occidentia a great bloodletting began. within forty eight hours the most dedicated opponents of the future of regime where gone.
 

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Mateo wept as he looked about the ruins of the old cantina, it was here all those years ago he and his friends had dared to dream of a better world. what fools they were, all of them in the Movimiento para la revolución authetic thinking at they could bring the revolution to Gran-Occidentia. Now here he was, an old man the only one left of the original founders. Looking through the old building he could see it as it had been in the glory days, full of laughter and song. But launching a revolution is not as easy as singing, and the people had not flocked to their banner as hoped, but still Mateo and his friends rose up, and were shot like dogs.

Mateo swore to his dead comrades, this time would be different. He had not been idle all these years, the movement had grown again, being a socialist in Gran-Occidentia was not easy nor safe but still he had managed to rebuild the MRA into some semblance of itself.

But '78 was a long time ago, maybe the country wasn't ready for the revolution then...but now? Only time would tell.
 
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" The Queen Emma Isles, an unsightly blot on the coast of Occidentia, now...now it may yet be within our power to remove the decadent Franks from the golden shores of Occidentia. That alone would be justification for us taking our rightful place in the coming conflict, but also we are honour-bound to leap to the defense of our Occidentian brother-nations...regardless of their political failings. And thirdly the mad dog that is the Tsar of Tarusa must be put in his place, before he turns his eyes westwards".

The new Caudillo spoke to the assembled officials and generals. This would be his first action as head of the Gran-Occidentian state, his actions could lead to Gran Occidentia's the first war in decades and its first against a european power since its independence. Now I must play the strong man, the vision of an Integralist leader, all bluster and bravado. The assorted onlookers clapped and cheered, some whooping with joy others thumping the table. If it came to war then the Sindicato Integralista Nacional and the people of Gran-Occidentia would be ready, and more than willing to take part. But pray it does not come to that.

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