| Legal Question (interpret the meaning and application of a law) The Great War |
Alexandro Petro was mad. Mad at himself. Mad at Karnetvor. Mad at everyone. The only people he wasn't mad at were his friends, who were similar in that regard.
Petro hatched a plan to take out his anger, but the plan was something out of a war movie. He'd go to the parade that was happening in his blessed capital city of Castietya, and there, he'd get close to and assassinate the Karnetvor Crown Prince and his Wife. It was a daring plan, one that required a good deal of planning, but he felt it was worth it. On the day of the attack, the Sporaltryan President, Ancjo Jocjo, met with the Crown Prince Mikhail, in an attempt to lessen the tensions caused by the two colonial powers. After the meeting, the Karnetvor couple would tour the city by car, with a wrap-up at the docks where the Prince's ship would be waiting. They'd return to Karnetvor, and life would continue on. After the meeting, the couple began their tour of the city. Guards followed them, but the people continued to surge around the car and guards, allowing Petro to get in close. Eventually, at the half-way point across the man made lake in the capital, Petro pulled out a Jozefo revolver, known for its quick fire rate, climbed to the front of the crowd, got on top of the car's hood, and shot the Crown Prince in the chest three time before moving onto his wife, which he shot three times. The couple were dead in minutes, Petro was apprehended and being taken to a prison where he would be executed, and the President sincerely apologize for this, but the damage was done. The next day, August 24th, 1949, the Karnetvor Empire declared war on the Sporaltryan Union, and the Great War was begun.
--Twenty years ago--
It was a lovely night. The moon was shining, the stars were playing and there is no other sound other than the crickets and the owls. The light of the street lamps illuminated the streets, and the small suburban town of Stromlight. If one were to look at this they would think that this is a start of a romance novel. Oh I wish it would be.. We meet our character, Anthony Herzen, mid-20's, wire rim glasses, three-piece suit. Under normal circumstances a respectable, solid citizen; hardly dangerous, perhaps even meek. But these circumstances are far from normal. He is disheveled, unshaven, and very drunk. A cigarette smolders in his mouth. His eyes, flinty and hard, are riveted to the bungalow up the path. He can hear them fucking from here. He raises a bottle of bourbon and knocks it back. The radio plays softly, painfully romantic, taunting him: ~You stepped out of a dream... You are too wonderful... To be what you seem~ He opens the glove compartment, pulls out an object wrappedin a rag. He lays it in his lap and unwraps it carefully revealing a .38 revolver. Oily, black, evil. He grabs a box of bullets. Spills them everywhere, all over the seats and floor. Clumsy. He picks bullets off his lap, loading them into the gun, one by one, methodical and grim. Six in the chamber. His gaze goes back to the bungalow. He shuts off the radio. Abrupt silence, except for the distant lovers' moans. He takes another shot of bourbon courage, then opens the door and steps from the car. His wingtip shoes crunch on gravel. Loose bullets scatter to the ground. The bourbon bottle drops and shatters. He starts up the path, unsteady on his feet. The closer he gets, the louder the lovemaking becomes. Louder and more frenzied. The lovers are reaching a climax, their sounds of passion degenerating into rhythmic gasps and grunts. "Oh god, oh god!" The woman shouted. Anthony lurches to a stop, listening. The woman cries out in orgasm. The sound slams into Anthony's brain like an icepick. He shuts his eyes tightly, wishing the sound would stop. It finally does, dying away like a siren until all that's left is the shallow gasping and panting of post-coitus. We hear languorous laughter, moans of satisfaction. "Oh god...that's sooo good...you're the best...the best I ever had…" shouted the woman. Anthony just stands and listens, devastated. He doesn't look like much of a killer now; he's just a sad little man on a dirt path in the woods, tears streaming down his face, a loaded gun held loosely at his side. A pathetic figure, really. --Three weeks later-- We now stand on a courtroom in Zephyr, where the jury listens like a gallery of mannequins on display, pale-faced and stupefied. The prosecutor stood across the defence attorney, the attorney looking desperate and stunned at what he just heard. The prosecutor took a deep breath, and walked out from his bench, facing the witness. "Mr. Herzen, describe the confrontation you had with your wife the night she was murdered." Anthony Herzen is on the witness stand, hands folded, suit and tie pressed, hair meticulously combed. He speaks in soft, measured tones: "It was very bitter. She said she was glad I knew, that she hated all the sneaking around. She said she wanted a divorce in Fleur. I planned to take her to Fleur for our honeymoon..." "What was your response?" asked the Prosecutor. "I told her I would not grant one." said Anton, still unfazed. The prosecutor shifts through his notes, and shouted. "I'll see you in Hell before I see you in Fleur. Those were the words you used, Mr. Herzen, according to the testimony of your neighbours." Anthony shrugs his shoulders, and continued with that cold persona. "If they say so. I really don't remember. I was upset." Forty minutes passed after a series of questionings and witness testimonies, Anthony stood again on the witness stand. "What happened after you and your wife argued?" asked the Prosecutor. "She packed a bag and went to stay with Mr. Romeo." "Sorry?" asked the Prosecutor. "She calls him Romeo, his real name is Vince." explained Anthony. "Vince Hunter. The golf pro at the Graundsmouth Hills Country Club. The man you had recently discovered was her lover." said the Prosecutor. "Did you follow her?" "When I figured out all the clues, I went to a few bars first. Later, I decided to drive to Mr. Romeo's home and confront them. They weren't there...so I parked my car in the turnout...and waited." "With what intention?" "I'm not sure. I was confused. Drunk. I think mostly I wanted to scare them." The prosecutor continued. "You had a gun with you?" "Yes. I did." "When they arrived, you went up to the house and murdered them?" "No. I was sobering up. I realised she wasn't worth it. I decided to let her have her quickie divorce." "Quickie divorce indeed. A .38 caliber divorce, wrapped in a handtowel to muffle the shots, isn't that what you mean?" The prosecutor banged his desk. "And then you shot her lover!" "I did not. I got back in the car and drove home to sleep it off." said Anthony. "Along the way, I stopped and threw my gun into the Fensta Fiume. I feel I've been very clear on this point." "Yes, you have." The prosecutor shook his head, and continued, "where I get hazy, though, is the part where the cleaning woman shows up the next morning and finds your wife and her lover in bed, riddled with .38 caliber bullets. Does that strike you as a fantastic coincidence, Mr. Herzen, or is it just me?" "Yes. It does." "I'm sorry, Mr. Herzen, I don't think the jury heard that. "Yes. It does." "Does what?" "Strike me as a fantastic coincidence." "On that, sir, we are in accord… For you claim you threw your gun into the Fensta fiume before the murders took place. That's rather convenient." Anthony kept his cool, and continued. "It's the truth." "You recall Lt. Mincher's testimony? He and his men dragged that river for three days and nary a gun was found. So no comparison can be made between your gun and the bullets taken from the bloodstained corpses of the victims. That's also rather convenient, isn't it, Mr. Herzen?" Anthony displayed a faint and bitter smile. "Since I am innocent of this crime, sir, I find it decidedly inconvenient the gun was never found." The Prosecutor holds the jury spellbound with his closing summation: "Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard all the evidence, you know all the facts. We have the accused at the scene of the crime. We have foot prints. Tire tracks. Bullets scattered on the ground which bear his fingerprints. A broken bourbon bottle, likewise with fingerprints. Most of all, we have a beautiful young woman and her lover lying dead in each other's arms. They had sinned. But was their crime so great as to merit a death sentence? He gestures to Anthony sitting quietly with his attorney. "This is a lost cause.." The attorney packed his bags and left, leaving Anthony to hear the conclusion. "I suspect Mr. Herzen's answer to that would be yes. I further suspect he carried out that sentence on the night of September 21st, this year of our Lord, 1946, by pumping four bullets into his wife and another four into Vince Hunter. And while you think about that, think about this…" The Prosecutor picks up a revolver, and spins the cylinder before the jury's eyes like a carnival barker spinning a wheel of fortune. A revolver holds six bullets, not eight. I submit to you this was not a hot-blooded crime of passion! That could at least be understood, if not condoned. No, this was revenge of a much more brutal and cold-blooded nature. Consider! Four bullets per victim! Not six shots fired, but eight! That means he fired the gun empty...and then stopped to reload so he could shoot each of them again! An extra bullet per lover...right in the head." The entire jury shivered at the ending statement, and the Prosecutor took another sigh, and said: "I'm not done talking. Not only did he commit such crimes, when the evidence pointed towards him, he tried to run away. As he made his escape, he took the car and sped for life. It was to be known that he accidentally hit a man with his car, killing him. Events had then quickly spiralled out of control as Herzen murdered a man who had witnessed the accident, followed by a lady who had witnessed this second crime, and then a child who had been walking by the crime scene at the time. A jogger had also stumbled across Herzen as the latter was burying the bodies and was killed as well." The Prosecutor took the entire courtroom to complete silence, before continuing. "Ladies and gentlemen, all the evidence points to this man, and now we stand in the very same room with this piece of trash… I have said enough, you are all God-fearing people, you know what to do now." The next day, the sentence was carried out. These decent, God-fearing people are chowing down on a nice fried chicken dinner provided them by the county, smacking greasy lips and gnawing cobbettes of corn. Anthony stands before the dias. The judge peers down, framed by a carved frieze of Tennyson Pendragon, the first Apollonix, on the wall. "You strike me as a particularly icy and remorseless man, Mr. Herzen. It chills my blood just to look at you. By the power vested in me by the city of Zephyr, I hereby order you to serve five life sentences, back to back, one for each of your victims. Before I pound my gavel, do you have anything to say?" Anthony stood up, and said. "People would ask me, if you had the opportunity to turn back time, and stand there with the gun, would I do it once more? I would gladly say, yes. I would commit my crimes once more." The sound of the gavel echoed throughout the courtroom, and Anthony was escorted by the security to his prison. A young cleric sat down as a jury, for she had witnessed the entire thing. From everyone else, she was the only one who abstained her vote.. Because she knew that there is something more to this man. She walked out of the courtroom, and took the train back to the monastery. She was still thinking about the proceeding. --Present day-- A young man sat in a crummy hotel room, cutting out newspaper articles and sticking cut out documents to a binder. When the radio was tuned, he had heard immediately what was going on, and would continue gathering evidence until he can present it to his employer. "All hell is about to break loose." he thought.
Royal Palace, Karnet City
King Peter II was sitting on a chair, contemplating the ceiling. His son and heir had been killed, and he was, understandably, depressed. This was clearly the hardest moment he had experienced since he ascended to the throne of Karnetvor in 1938. His daughter, Princess Zelda, entered the office. She was second in line to the throne, so she became heir apparent after Prince Mikhail's death. "Father, the Prime Minister is here." "Good, let him come in" "Alright. And father, we have to move on. I miss him too, but we have a lot of things to worry about right now" "I know. But it's still very difficult" Prime Minister Stjepan Masić entered the office. The king was head of state, but he had no real power. Power rested in the hands of the Prime Minister, elected by the people once every five years. Masić, of the Social-Democratic Party, had been elected on an imperialist platform; he wanted to enlarge Karnetvor's colonial empire with territories belonging to Ryccia and Sporaltryus. This, combined with his promise to expand the welfare system, and his support for minority and women's rights, proved popular with voters. "Have the troops been movilized?" said King Peter. "Yes, Your Majesty. In no time, we will be ready to invade the Sporaltryan colony. Our tanks and airplanes will crush the enemy, and we will gain some rightly-deserved land." answered Masić. "Excellent. They have to pay for what they did" "Our army will make sure they are punished" Secret Location, near the Karnetvor-Sporaltryus Border In secret, the Royal Karnetvorian Armed Forces started massing troops, artillery, tanks, and aircraft near the border, in preparation for an attack.
RandomGuy199
Representative of the Federal Republic of Karnetvor Resident Venezuelan/Lampshade Bar & Grill Manager- The South Pacific Soldier, South Pacific Special Forces "You're talkin' to the Rolex wearin', diamond ring wearin', kiss stealin', wheelin' n' dealin', limousine ridin', jet flyin', son of a gun, and I'm having a hard time keeping these alligators down!" "The Nature Boy" Ric Flair
"Sir, conflict brews in the south."
"Oh?" "Sporaltryus and Karnetvor have declared war on each other." "Summon the Council. I want a war meeting this afternoon." "Of course, sir."
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"What? This can't be right. A cake for one whole Tenn?!" Perr Kvestarl did not try to hide his disappointment over the price of the cake he had ordered.
"I am sorry. But vanilla is rare these days. Import's bad, and then there is that inflation." "Alright then. Make sure to by something shiny for it." Kvestarl muttered. His first day off since he began his new employment at the Armed Forces Headquarters had begun badly when it started raining. The radio behind the counter was playing an easygoing tune, reminding him of the forecast that ruined his leave, promising nothing but rain. The baker was just about to hand over the cake when the music was interrupted by extra news. We interrupt the transmission to report that the crown prince of Karnetvor and his wife were brutally murdered in the Sporaltryan capital city, Castietya. More will follow. End message. This was bad news. Really bad news. Things will go downhill fast, Kvestarl thought. His first leave was surely over now. He turned towards the door and was about to leave when the baker yelled. "Your cake, mister!" "Oh." Kvestarl grabbed the cake and left a banknote on the counter and hurried to his car. The baker watched as his costumer left and drove towards the Old Town. He was surprised to see a 5-Tenn bill on the counter. "Well, some people get easily excited", he said to himself.
Daonlathas, Democratic Republic of Ryccia
"Mr. President! Mr. President!" "What is it, Mr. Osokio?" "Gee...whiz... Mr. Eightwern, the Karnetvorian Empire and the Sporaltryan Union are in war!" "Yeah yeah, I know that..." "But Karnetvor's Prime Minister ran on an imperialistic policy. His expansion involves our territories" "What?!" "Yes, Mr. President. It is true" "Prime Minister Thomas Osokio! Order the Generals to prepare our armies! We are going to war!" "Yes, Mr. President" The Prime Minister called the General Majors George Akozawa, Hector Virton and Teresa Okisuwo. They prepared their armies for war. After a vote on the Senate 7,500 vs. 2,500, the Democratic Republic of Ryccia declared war on the Karnetvorian Empire.
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Ministry of Defense HQ, Karnet City
Prime Minister Masić met with the High Command of the Armed Forces. "Alright gentlemen, what is the situation?" said Masić. "Everything is ready for the invasion. The infantry and cavalry divisions are in position at the border" replied Gen. Fawkes, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. "Very well..." Suddenly, the director of the Karnetvorian Intelligence Service, Iosif Yatsenko, entered the room. "Mr. Prime Minister, we have a problem." "What is it?" asked Masić, a bit annoyed because of the sudden interruption. "Ryccia declared war. They found out we were going after them too." Masić was furious. He had planned to annex Ryccian territory after winning this war, but had kept his ambitions secret until now. "How the hell did they find out!?" "We don't now that yet, sir." "Whatever. It is clear we must act now, before they can react. Set the operation in motion." "We will need some allies" said Gen. Dragov, the Minister of Defense. "Sporaltryus and Ryccia have more population and territory than us. They can replenish losses more easily." "Leave that to me. And Mr. Yatsenko, consider yourself fired." 0500 hours, Karnetvor-Sporaltryan Colony Border, August 27th, 1949 Everything was quiet. Suddenly, Karnetvorian artillery started firing at the Sporaltryan side of the border. Bombers took off from a nearby airbase, escorted by brand new F86 Sabre aircraft. They bombed airfields, military outposts and bases, bunkers, and border fortifications, destroying them. After this, teams of stormtroopers assaulted and neutralized the remaining border fortifications. The invasion, codenamed Операция Гавранй (in latin script, Operatsiya Gavrany; Operation Raven), had begun. Pvt. Dimitri Sakharov was waken up by his friend and superior, Sgt. James Hoffmann. Sakharov wanted to serve in the army since he was young, to follow his father's footsteps. Hoffmann had enlisted a year before the war, and he was the one who finally convinced Sakharov to enlist. "The moment has come, Dimitri. We're finally going to fight" said Hoffmann. "Yeah. Can't say I'm not nervous" replied Sakharov. "Heh. Who wouldn't be?" "Only a madman, I guess" They and the other soldiers of their Company were briefed by Lieutenant Gerald Abramović about their mission. After he finished the debrief, he said: "That border right there is no more. The enemy is strong, but we are stronger. We will destroy any obstacle they get in our way. We will be victorious! Хай живе наша страна! (Hay žive naša strana! Long live our country!). 200.000 soldiers and hundreds of tanks, artillery, and aircraft then attacked the colony.
RandomGuy199
Representative of the Federal Republic of Karnetvor Resident Venezuelan/Lampshade Bar & Grill Manager- The South Pacific Soldier, South Pacific Special Forces "You're talkin' to the Rolex wearin', diamond ring wearin', kiss stealin', wheelin' n' dealin', limousine ridin', jet flyin', son of a gun, and I'm having a hard time keeping these alligators down!" "The Nature Boy" Ric Flair
"Fek! Get to the guns!" Yelled the staff officer on duty. The Karnetvor Army was seen moving through the border and towards the capital of the colony. His goal was to protect while Sporaltryan Army reinforcements make their way to the colony to help shore it up against the admittedly crazy Empire. But for the officer, it was too late.
The planes were the first to go. Before most could even get to the runway, they were shot and bombed out of existence and out of service. The pilots were scared, very scared, as the runway was rendered destroyed at the end the first wave of bombers. That would mean they would have to travel north, to another airbase, that for all intents, could not support the planes if they should require a large refuel and or refurbish. Many wished for death rather than have to fight. Thankfully, the tanks and basic turrets set up were manned and supplied when the ground forces made their way to the base. The ensuing fight, with fighters diving into the ground suicidally, thanks to their opponents, causing a ruckus, the tanks during it out in between hangars and warehouses. The troops, diving among the still smoldering remains of what was probably their brethren in the destroyed tanks, having been the best shelter against enemy gunfire. The battle was brutal. The base held out, but it wasn't enough. The officer surrendered the colony to the Karnetvor Empire on September 4th, 1949, and proceeded to try to limit the deaths of his men, as execution was a large possibility. The convoy of reinforcements, having been situated near Kringalia when the surrender was issued, was asking for permission to land and to set up a defense for Kringalia in addition to the established defenses. The Sporaltryan Government echoed the request, promising to complete a few favors later in order to prevent the convoy from deploying in the middle of forest and wild land.
It was a late Sunday afternoon. Michael Whitman was calmly sitting in his chair, fresh coffee by his side. Despite his outward appearance of limitless energy, on the inside, he's beat. It's late, and he's ready to wind down for the night. His eye catches a book, and he picks it up and starts to read.
Moments later the door bursts open. The book is dropped. "Mr. President! You need to come with me!" President Whitman was relatively popular with the voters. Sanden had been in a crushing economic slump, and then the two-term Representative from the south comes in. Recently with economy has been on an upward trend, and the job count grows daily. He was young and energetic, something the people desperately needed. He injected enthusiasm into the most mundane of tasks, which only increased the public's affinity towards him. "What seems to be the problem?" "This is no problem sir. This is a disaster. Karnetvor's Crown Prince and his wife are dead. Assassin's bullet. Now they going at it full on, and already Sporaltryus has lost a major engagement. We're gathering the Legislature together for an emergency session." "We'll sit on the sidelines for now, but let's watch closely. Get in contact with the Sporaltryan president. Ancjo... something... We'll render aid in the meantime while the Legislature decides our next move. Let's see if we can diffuse this before the powder keg goes." The fuse is lit.
The Rational Republic of Sanden
Former Sporaltryan Colony
After the surrender of the Sporaltryan forces, the Karnetvorian soldiers cheered and celebrated. There were even some instances of injuries caused by celebratory gunfire, but they were isolated incidents. In this climate of celebration, multiple stores and homes were looted before the officers managed to restore order. Pvt. Sakharov and Sgt. Hoffmann were among those celebrating. "We fu***ng won! That was easy, doesn't it?" said Sakharov. "Yes, it was. We will soon be in Castietya! replied another soldier. Hoffmann was less confident than his peers (and wasn't drunk, like some of them were). He simply said: "We haven't won yet. Remember, there is more still to come". He didn't know at the time, but not only he was right, the worst was yet to come. Two days after the surrender, Karnetvor annexed the colony, renaming it as the Northern Federal Territory. Soldiers paraded through the streets of the capital, the Sporaltryan flag was lowered, and the Karnetvorian flag was raised in its place. Karnet City, Karnetvor In the imperial capital (and in Karnetvor in general), there were also celebrations; people went to the streets, chanting slogans such as "Long live Karnetvor", "Long live Masić", "Sporaltryus/Ryccia shall pay", etc. In the Royal Palace, the King met with the Prime Minister and with the High Command of the Armed Forces. "Congratulations, gentlemen. You have done a great service to our country, and you should be proud" "It is nothing, we will soon take Castietya and make Sporaltryus our own puppet state" replied Gen. Dragov to King Peter. Princess Zelda, who was in the room, shuddered at this statement. She suspected that the assassination of Prince Mikhail and Princess Alexandra wasn't ordered by the Sporaltryan government, and, being a pacifist, disliked the war. After the meeting ended, the Prime Minister and the members of the High Command left to the Ministry of Defense Headquarters to plan their next move. "Mr. Prime Minister, have you convinced other countries to fight on our side?" said Gen. Dragov. "Not yet, but the Minister of Foreign Affairs is on it" Minister Karl Morell, a very skilled diplomat, sent an encripted message to the government of the bordering nation of Noctenos. The message said: "Greetings. As you may know, Karnetvor is currently in a state of war with the countries of Sporaltryus and Ryccia. We are aware of your financial difficulties. As such, we make Noctenos a proposal. In exchange of Noctenos declaring war on Sporaltryus and Ryccia, and supporting the war effort, Karnetvor will provide Noctenos with financial and military aid, and will give it part of the Sporaltryan colonial empire. We await your response." Signed, Karl Morell, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Karnetvor
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