The bombs were dropping everywhere across the land. FCL troops marched hand in hand with their Hiverian allies. The initial invasion of New Azan went exactly as planned. Hundreds of thousands of FCL troops marched into that decrepit country and brought order-FCL style to the chaos that roamed that land. The only obvious threat at the time was a small naval engagement with Guardinian vessels...other than that, the entire island was under my control.
Fate has a funny way of working out...
First, it started out as general protests from the international community....waves crashing against the rocks...as far as I was concerned. Everything was happening exactly as I wanted them to in New Azan. It's people were slowly sent back to FCL territory.
Well, those under my jurisdiction. For Hive support (I could have never carried out that invasion with such efficiency without them, I might add), they took whatever resources fell under their jurisdiction.
My plan was simple. Send the young back to FCL proper and have them educated in our way, our values, our BELIEFS. And it was slowly working too. Heh, I guess the international community doesn't like forced relocation of natives...
Anyway, word was leaked out about this...as well as Hiverian dealings...and then the 'storm of the century' happened. I didn't expect it would be that radical.
Trade treaties were shot, Intelligence treaties with other nations were voided, and to top it all off...a coalition of nations landed in New Azan territory (well, territory that hadn't fallen to the grand FCL-Hive Union).
I'll admit, our forces did remarkably well. We pushed them back. But attrition is a hell of a thing...I STILL don't know how my ally could take those losses they did. My early successes were further stymied by traitorous Azanians (or whatever the hell they wanted to be called).
City after city fell out of my hand and back into Azanian territory. My puppet regime went into hiding. Hive troops hunkered down in different cities. That's all I remember...
...I do remember bombers flying overhead and destroying my hardbuilt infrastructure. Thousands of my troops were destroyed. Many more civilians were killed. Stockpiles of weapon caches, gone.
Hah hah, I declared that "We shall fight to the end!" to the public. I remember pleading "Fight them to the last man, woman, and child!" It was propaganda, of course. A distraction.
I fled with whatever I felt necessary. No bags full of cash, no priceless artworks, no staff. I ran into the hills with just enough material to survive off the land. Hopefully I wouldn't be found. I wasn't. Good for me.
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For a long time I scraped together a living on the soil. Hunting for food and begging for whatever I could not get on my own. It was a very humbling experience. One doesn't realize just what they can accomplish after hitting rock bottom. I know.
During my time in exile, I didn't know what happened to New Azan, or Frankychanland, or my allies. All I cared about was not getting caught. A few times I thought patrols from the coalition were after me...my paranoia hit an all time high.
For some reason, I decided to head back to my old capital. I have no idea why. I guess I was just tired of running and wanted things to end in one way or another.
Imagine my surprise when I head to the capital and...nothing. No coalition troops. No angry mobs crying out for my head. Heh, I was actually greeted back in open arms. My my my.
And that's how my new administration began. I rebuilt the broken remains of Frankychanland, renamed the county to 'The Dominion of Frankychan' (Humble? I know) and began a new government on education, justice, healthcare, and most importantly...freedom. Elections, debate, philosophizing. I was hailed as the great leader they remember. Heck, I even joined the United Nations-the very organization I despised.
But old habits die hard.
Old policies were implemented slowly. Reforms took place to protect the people. Justice was slowly enforced more harshly. And eventually, my old policies of isolationism took hold. My borders were closed.
My attorneys and diplomats found a loophole in our territories. They pointed out that while New Azan was 'liberated', the new government was never established...didn't even take control of the country. The coalition didn't try to organize the resistance fighters into a cohesive governing entity. Furthermore, my old FCL-government was never actualy toppled! There were more legal loopholes and other legal jargon I didn't understand, but it basically says that the territory that was New Azan falls under my direct rule.
After all that bloodshed and fighting, it takes a legal research team and some diplomatic maneuvering to gain the whole of the island under my rule.
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Have I learned anything from this? Yes. Never commit to a battle without the right proper amount of men, materiel, and infrastructure.
I'm focusing on my own country's problems now. There are enough riots going on and resistance fighters against me that my hands seem tied. Apparently a small minority thinks that I'm going to spell doom for their country despite all the good I've done this time around.
I've run out of typing paper for now. I'll have one of my aides bring me more so I may continue my autobiography. Maybe one day it will be circulated amongst the whole of Apolyton as a work of art, a masterpiece, salvation for a man. Or condemned as the work of a powermad dictator. Let history decide.
First, it started out as general protests from the international community....waves crashing against the rocks...as far as I was concerned. Everything was happening exactly as I wanted them to in New Azan. It's people were slowly sent back to FCL territory.
Well, those under my jurisdiction. For Hive support (I could have never carried out that invasion with such efficiency without them, I might add), they took whatever resources fell under their jurisdiction.
My plan was simple. Send the young back to FCL proper and have them educated in our way, our values, our BELIEFS. And it was slowly working too. Heh, I guess the international community doesn't like forced relocation of natives...
Anyway, word was leaked out about this...as well as Hiverian dealings...and then the 'storm of the century' happened. I didn't expect it would be that radical.
Trade treaties were shot, Intelligence treaties with other nations were voided, and to top it all off...a coalition of nations landed in New Azan territory (well, territory that hadn't fallen to the grand FCL-Hive Union).
I'll admit, our forces did remarkably well. We pushed them back. But attrition is a hell of a thing...I STILL don't know how my ally could take those losses they did. My early successes were further stymied by traitorous Azanians (or whatever the hell they wanted to be called).
City after city fell out of my hand and back into Azanian territory. My puppet regime went into hiding. Hive troops hunkered down in different cities. That's all I remember...
...I do remember bombers flying overhead and destroying my hardbuilt infrastructure. Thousands of my troops were destroyed. Many more civilians were killed. Stockpiles of weapon caches, gone.
Hah hah, I declared that "We shall fight to the end!" to the public. I remember pleading "Fight them to the last man, woman, and child!" It was propaganda, of course. A distraction.
I fled with whatever I felt necessary. No bags full of cash, no priceless artworks, no staff. I ran into the hills with just enough material to survive off the land. Hopefully I wouldn't be found. I wasn't. Good for me.
-----------
For a long time I scraped together a living on the soil. Hunting for food and begging for whatever I could not get on my own. It was a very humbling experience. One doesn't realize just what they can accomplish after hitting rock bottom. I know.
During my time in exile, I didn't know what happened to New Azan, or Frankychanland, or my allies. All I cared about was not getting caught. A few times I thought patrols from the coalition were after me...my paranoia hit an all time high.
For some reason, I decided to head back to my old capital. I have no idea why. I guess I was just tired of running and wanted things to end in one way or another.
Imagine my surprise when I head to the capital and...nothing. No coalition troops. No angry mobs crying out for my head. Heh, I was actually greeted back in open arms. My my my.
And that's how my new administration began. I rebuilt the broken remains of Frankychanland, renamed the county to 'The Dominion of Frankychan' (Humble? I know) and began a new government on education, justice, healthcare, and most importantly...freedom. Elections, debate, philosophizing. I was hailed as the great leader they remember. Heck, I even joined the United Nations-the very organization I despised.
But old habits die hard.
Old policies were implemented slowly. Reforms took place to protect the people. Justice was slowly enforced more harshly. And eventually, my old policies of isolationism took hold. My borders were closed.
My attorneys and diplomats found a loophole in our territories. They pointed out that while New Azan was 'liberated', the new government was never established...didn't even take control of the country. The coalition didn't try to organize the resistance fighters into a cohesive governing entity. Furthermore, my old FCL-government was never actualy toppled! There were more legal loopholes and other legal jargon I didn't understand, but it basically says that the territory that was New Azan falls under my direct rule.
After all that bloodshed and fighting, it takes a legal research team and some diplomatic maneuvering to gain the whole of the island under my rule.
----------
Have I learned anything from this? Yes. Never commit to a battle without the right proper amount of men, materiel, and infrastructure.
I'm focusing on my own country's problems now. There are enough riots going on and resistance fighters against me that my hands seem tied. Apparently a small minority thinks that I'm going to spell doom for their country despite all the good I've done this time around.
I've run out of typing paper for now. I'll have one of my aides bring me more so I may continue my autobiography. Maybe one day it will be circulated amongst the whole of Apolyton as a work of art, a masterpiece, salvation for a man. Or condemned as the work of a powermad dictator. Let history decide.
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