Nilrem; 12PM
The capital lies silent. No people on the streets. No plane in the air. Not even birds swarming the sky or plaguing roofs. The city looks extinct.
Until rhythmic thunder fills the emptiness soon after the sun reaches its peak. And the streets that look dead before, are swept through by a block of armed men and women. A march stomping through the city, aiming for the great Council Hall. Millions of feet shake the ground - bringing fear and fright into all houses. But no one dares to look out their window.
A mass of people forms around the Council Hall. Dozens of soldiers continue marching into it, while a great block stands guard all around it. Shortly after, the flag of the Sun of Dawn retreats down the highest mast that over so pridefully flew on top of the building. Silence follows. Eerie silence. Never have that many soldiers surrounded the Council Hall. Not during the Red Love Revolution, not during any parade. Tension soaks the air.
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12:17 PM
The doors of the Speaker's Terrace slowly open. A tall figure, white hair, white uniform, steps to the podium at the end of the terrace. Soldiers that pulled their hats deep into their face march with her. As the loudspeakers sound their testing signal, all soldiers around the Council Hall turn their heads and eyes to the terrace, holding their guns tight.
"Comrades and Comradines." speaks up a widely known voice - the voice of Chairwoman of the Navy, Lena Sovetzkaya, "The day has come. No longer will our Republic idle. The world around us has been continuing on for far too long. Too long has the world continued practicing obsolete ideas and ideologies that split mankind since the dawn of civilization. It is our duty to end this. To revolutionize the world into one. The Socialist World Republic. And as such, the Soviet Republic of Wubdich has been maintaining the status quo for too long. A new era has begun."
As her words echo through the capital, a new flag rises over the Council Hall, while millions of soldiers chant 'Ura!' repeatedly in unison. A black flag with a red sun in the middle containing hammer, sickle, and a circle of stars around them, that seven turquoise lines run out of. Jets fly overhead, perfectly timed with the announcement.
With the chanting and stomping dying down, Sovetzkaya continues.
"Today, our Republic will face a world of enemies. Wubdich has no allies in the world. And the world shall feel it. Thus, today, our mighty ships shall ripple through the seas, with the skies set aflame through the fire of our jets"
Out at sea, a fleet joining the main fleet of The Municipalities of Antarctica takes the old flag of Wubdich down, before raising the new one. As Antarctican ships begin to question the flag change through whatever means possible - as the Wubdichian ships don't respond anymore - guns, missiles, and torpedoes shoot out of the Wubdichian warships, firing at the Antarctican fleet. And through that moment of surprise, dooming multiple thousands of sailou that have no chance to retaliate.
"We will not only fight them where we see ourselves at strongest. The seas will be painted red soon enough. We will not only bring the might of the sun down on our enemies with our air power. We will fight on the beaches. We will fight on the beaches, we shall fight on their landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills, and we shall never stop until a red flag flies in the wind over that corner in the world."
A normal day on the coasts of Kathol rift. Calmly, the waves hit the sand as the sun peacefully rises. People enjoy the painted sunrise to the soft sea breezes. Until the water begins to act up. Walls of bubbles rise mere meters away from the shallow water on the beach. Citizens watch, thinking it's air pockets under the sand releasing their air. All until humanoid figures made from metal begin rising out of the waves, followed by thunder on the horizon. The infamous Ekranoplan, the monsters gliding above the waves, close in on the island nation accompanied by hundreds of missiles piercing the horizon. Panic breaks out among the civilians, while hell seems to break loose.
"The end is near for all the uniocratic leaders, for all the kings, queens, emperors, and self declared divine beings. No longer may they be claiming their corner of the world as theirs alone. This world is the world of the people. We don't need a Jar Wattinreean Primarch, nor a Rādnya Ārkaeya from Samasbhi to rule over all alone. The power shall be taken from them, as we took the power from the old dictatorship clawing to Wubdich all these years ago. Their destruction marks the dawn of a new World Order."
Thunder hammers across the entire archipelago. For the first time, the mighty island defense system, Götterdämmerung, fires not to test their guns, and neither to stand in defense, but to bring hell to the world in an offensive blaze of fire. And through the ballistics of the fire, their targets are set to the capitals of the greatest superpowers in the world. The might of the most destructive bomb in the world shoots across the skies in all directions like an arrow from a bow, to bring annihilation to the world's capitals, and their leaders. Faster than six times the speed of sound, the strikes are inevitable.
"And with the Red Dawn on the horizon, the new World Order will come swiftly, and without opposition. Our machines shall sweep the streets, and cities. Our men shall fly the flag of the Revolution and take the world by storm. Workers of the World - Unite! Unite, and fight the world bourgeoisie that we lived to accept in a status quo! Rise, People, Rise!"
And once again, does chanting thunder through the streets, and across the whole archipelago. Men and women able to fight, grab their weapons tight to chant 'Rise Wubdich Rise'. No day and no night shall be wasted from today onwards to bring the revolution across all continents and islands, to paint the world map red.
May the World Revolution commence, inside a ficitonal, non-canon scenario written up by some maniacal communist. Happy April FOOLS!
