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Tajikistani Internal Affairs
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Lieutenant
       
Group: Mil Mod
Posts: 3570
Member No.: 457
Joined: 29 May 2010

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Q2 2016, Parliamentary Drive
Talbakov spat in disgust as he walked out of the Grand Parliamentary Hall, the collective body of all one hundred legislators had just been given a formal briefing on the situations in Tajikistan and Afghanistan by the Prime Minister and Foreign Minister. By briefing though it of course meant the usual propaganda showing that came with any official release of information by the governing party; ‘Our glorious President this...’ ‘Our glorious President that...’ it went on and on, and of course the ideological minions of the Representatives and Assembly Members loved it, leaping up to applaud ecstatically throughout whilst the Communists and Islamists sat straight in their chairs, the younger Representatives occasionally letting out jeers and come backs.
Despite his hatred of the phoney politics Talbakov knew that the situation was deteriorating for Tajikistan and that if it was not careful it could hit another roadblock, one he doubted that the mighty President would be able to get out of. Already he was beginning to notice the President’s growing trends; investments in China, flying out to meet Putin regularly, trips to his apartments in New York or St Petersburg, it was becoming clearer that if Tajikistan was going to sink he had his lifeboat seat prepped and his life vest on. The Captain was not going down with his ship.
His thoughts though were interrupted as he was rejoined by his fellow National Assembly member Polat Rasulov, the elder man of the Communist movement had lost much of his younger charm that made him such a figure during the dark days of Civil War and now rejected himself to being the cordial middle man between the various caucuses and officials within the Parliamentary sector, it was hard to find a staffer, official or security guard that he did not know by name – especially the women.
“So Comrade, what did you take from that?” The Old Man asked, half-heartedly it was evident he knew what the answer would be. “It backs up our intelligence sources at least, I am still not comfortable. Official lines of communication are nice and all but I would not expect the Uzbeks to keep their side of the bargain, they want those bastards dead and will hunt them down whichever side of the border they end up on.” “It’s a messy world we live in, indeed. What happened to that old General and all.” “Hmm, Aldaz. Nasty indeed, if only our beloved President would end up the same.” “Hehe, you must be careful with your words my young friend, we are not in the comforts of our headquarters yet. Who knows how many moles the President has in this district?” “I thought you had your ways of getting such information?” “Well you know, not everyone is as revealing in the bedroom. Besides I’m far past it for most of these girls anyway. Not to mention they’re probably too smart for me to. The power of being able to read and right really straightens a few of them up, self-righteous punks. They will soon learn that looking pretty and having good brains is only half of the effort it takes to truly get in line with the President round these parts, no matter what religion states.” “Following the holy words, until it becomes more profitable not to. Always the way.” “Hehe, indeed.”
“Now we best head back now, the others will be awhile, a couple said they might stay around for the drinks to try and pick up some more information of a couple of the government officials.” “Very good.” The old man finished, splitting up to move around the rear of the car, getting in on the other side. Parliamentary convention in Tajikistan dictated that the senior house leave all joint sessions first, primarily so they could meet with the senior cabinet officials or President afterwards before the junior house began departing. The opposition was generally unwelcome at this sessions however so often left early occasionally leaving some junior figures behind to mingle at the coinciding drinks banking on the odd government minister to speak out more loosely after he’s had a few.
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Group: Mil Mod
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Member No.: 457
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Q2 2016, Communist HQ
Located on the fringes of the Capital’s central districts the compound that hosted the national headquarters of the Communist Party of Tajikistan was a fairly bland concrete structure, if it had not been for the two red banners promoting the party it would probably have been indistinguishable from any of the similar office blocks and hotels that formed that particular area of the city, aside from perhaps the armed guards securing the perimeter.
Civilian ownership of firearms, outside of the rough Afghani borders, was fairly limited by the Party had exercised its relative influence to employ a small guard force armed with the ubiquitous Mosin-Nagant 7.62x54r series of bolt action rifles and Model 213 pistols, the Chinese 9x19mm variant of the Soviet TT-33. Clad in grey combat trousers and jackets with a simple ushanka adorned with the simple hammer and sickle.
Moving inside the two men quickly moved towards the central elevator and descended to the bunker levels below. Built on a hilly the facility featured one standard basement level housing several appliances and the like related to building management like generators. This was followed by two high security levels occupied by the senior officials of the party including high management, elected officials and chapter coordinators.
This afternoons meeting had only been scheduled this morning and with some apparent urgency thanks to a recent development by the Propaganda Office. Leaving Rasulov in the corridor to head off to his own office Talbakov walked in to the briefing room.
“Comrade!” The ecstatic Chief of Propaganda stated rising to his feet alongside two other gentlemen sitting together at the table. Talbakov was not familiar with them directly and assumed they would just be minor Propaganda Office workers. “It’s good to see you Comrade, Comrades, what have you got for me?” “Something I hope you will like, we have obviously been attempting to prioritise making the Communist Party a household feature amongst the general population, and our posters have been working well at this but as we know the government is trying to clamp down on them. Therefore we were thinking we needed something individuals could use to show their allegiance. Then we get these in from one of our minor Chapters in the East.” “Badges?” “Indeed, they are made by a small metalwork shop. They buy cheap offcuts of low quality aluminium, unfit for export, which is easily available for converting into personal items. These are single pressed item which when you bend the flap back obviously make a simple hammer and sickle badge for your coat, hat or whatever.” “And how does this help us?” “These things are ridiculously cheap to produce, we are talking miniscule, the chapter reckons they can get their guy to make up a few more presses then we get a couple more metal workshops across the nation and we can mass produce them. You then go down to one of these shops, meet the loyal workers of the communist brotherhood supporting the cause, we get a propaganda windfall and have thousands of communists nationwide wearing these with pride. Not to mention the economic benefits of supporting companies which is a key objective of my department.” “Is it viable economically?” “So long as production is good and they manage their wages I should think so, it keeps our metal industry working at a basic level and will allow them to cheaply get some experience up for other items such as cutlery and the like.” “Right good, it seems like a clever stunt, if they pick up. Do what you must.” “Very well Comrade, I thank you for taking the time here today.”
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Lieutenant
       
Group: Mil Mod
Posts: 3570
Member No.: 457
Joined: 29 May 2010

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Q2 2016, Presidential Palace
“Mr President,” the young intern stated walking into the grand outer office where the President was mingling with some of his advisors; several manila folders were in their hands which seemed to be the topic of interest. “Yes, what is it?” The President snapped, appearing somewhat annoyed at the interruption. “It’s the mail room Sir, they say they have something you must see.”
Located in one of the many outer additions of the building that had been built by the Soviet’s the mail room was of modest size staffed by a small force of low ranking workers. Usually its role was to receive the obligatory ‘fan mail’ and gifts the President received en mass from his adoring public, usually from those eyeing up power and responsibilities, although a separate section did exist to take the mail the President would actually read from various government departments, ambassadors and the like. Today however the room was filled.
Marching into the chaos the arrival of the President was quickly notices as everyone stopped work and stood to attention. “Well what is it?” He barked. “It’s the Communists sir they are swarming us with letters.” The Chief Clerk stated, passing an envelope to the President. “They’re all the same.”
Tearing it open the President pulled out a folded propaganda poster which contained wrapped inside it one of the little Hammer and Sickle badges. Turning it over the postmark revealed it had been sent from the capital’s suburbs “They are all the same, but they are coming from across the nation. I have contacted the ministries; agriculture, home affairs they are all being inundated with them to.” “This is a petty stunt, the Communists just want to get on our bloody nerves but we will not allow it. Order a bonfire established in the main square, start burning the posters and envelopes – maybe use it to cook some food. As for the badges pile them out on the road and have a steamroller crush them. Do not allow this ridiculous stunt to challenge our authority.
As for you Captain, have the federal police deployed to all post offices, have them arrest anyone attempting to post such pointless nonsense. If they resist notify the Postmaster-General to suspend all services. And do not waste my time with this mess again, understood.”
“Yes sir.”
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