Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20180506223050/@comment-26120744-20180511042634

The men did as they normally did: manufacter guns, read and write copies of important literature, train in the firing squa rooms or tend to the vegetable gardens in the underground sun-lamp farms.

The RA complex had grown since they went underground, both figureatively and literally. No one knew they were out there and as long as they obeyed protocol, no one would.

The man headed toward a conference chamber and knocked once. There was arguing inside, but he was let in.

"For fuck's sake, Kropotkin!" A general was shouting. "We've been hiding like cowards for far too long! We have a nation to claim, people to free from chains! The Revolution has waited for too long! We-"

"Enough." A soft, calm, yet powerful voice said. It wasn't angry, nor loud, yet carried enough personal charisma to silence his right hand. "We are not prepared, and unprepared blood leaves the world worse than before. Now, ladies, gentlemen, others.... status on our work?"

"Our curriculum is used in school's in northern London, and dotted all across Norway." An african woman in uniform reported. "The youth seem with us."

"Speaking of my fellows," Nietszche said, referencing the fact he was 18, "How are the antifasists doing? How many nazis have your men punched today, Tolstoy?"

"None." The other commander replied. "The National Party of the UK filed for dissolution as a political entity four hours ago. Apparently britain is not for the british alone anymore."

"And the unions?"

"The International Workers of the World have accepted out patronage, and already the miners union has joined."

Nietzsche smiled. "The people..."

"Quite likely to side with us. Our non-profit organization meant to feed and house the homeless and impoverished make us look like saints."

"And the ballots?"

"Reports were mixed, sir, but our electee attended the Labor Party's rallys, he might have a chance of becoming Prime Minister."

"Splendid." Nietzsche said, and looked to the man who had entered, smiling. "What is it, Comrade?"

"Matt. Tom." The Man said. "Sir, with all due respect, we should move against them soon."

"What reason have we?" He asked. "We've been doing just fine underground."

"And why are we underground still, after all this time!?" The original general snapped. "We have the weapons, we have the popularity-"

"Communism cannot work unless it is international." Nick said. "We must rise not alone, but with the whole world. Remember our anthem. We will continue our normal operations. And perhaps.... I will pay the Red Leader's old friends a visit. Have a nice coffee, discuss some politics, show them the right way of things. Meeting ajourned."

And as all meetings ended, the commanders stood in a circle, along with anyone else who happened to be in the room, joined hands, and sang a verse:

"So come Brothers and Sisters,

For the Struggle carries of.

The Internationale unites the World in song!

So Comrades, come rally, for this is the time and place.

The International ideal unites the Human Race!"

In moments like this, it would be easy to forget that they were soldiers. Killers.

And technically, terrorists.