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Gran-Occidentia

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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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Gran-Occidentia

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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.
 

Gran-Occidentia

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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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