27-12-2024, 04:38 PM
15 miles outside of the Solentian capital, in an old hotel currently being used as the headquarters for the provisional government of Solentia.
15 February 5590
The Defence Minister looked glum. If everything had gone smoothly he would now have his Ministry in the capital, a budget to spend, soldiers to inspect and arms suppliers to negotiate deals and discuss “contributions” for his Istalian bank account. But no, the President-elect Mullah Yummah dithered waiting for a sign from Akim to attack the capital, Jaish-e Ahmadi soldiers sat applying kohl eyeliner and prancing around like peacocks, while the apostates sat in the capital, no doubt enjoying whiskey and the favours of the women from the Kalopian quarter. And now Mullah Yummah had directed him to meet this businessman from Al-Badara. Pason Alvi hated Al-Badarans, effeminate Majatrans from the islands who played at being Ahamdists. But he respected the Mullah who had been involved in Solentian politics for decades and had already seen off one apostate regime, now thirty years later a second apostate regime tinkered on the brink of collapse...
The door opened and his assistant walked in with a tall visitor. He was dressed in traditional Al-Badaran garb and didn't look dissimilar to one of those infidel Abadi's from Kafuristan.
"As-salaam 'alaykum", the Defence Minister greeted his visitor, "please come and sit down".
The visitor returned the greeting and sat down in the offered chair.
"So, the Mullah has told me you have an offer to share today, do you mind if we proceed to business directly", the Defence Minister mangled his Majatran. He was much more comfortable speaking in his own Dudmani dialect, and despite several years as an exile in Kafuristan it shamed him his Majatran was poor. "I have to work with my commanders and explore plans for taking the capital, insh'akim".
"Insh'akim indeed, you in Solentia are an inspiration to us all my friend. What you have achieved for the faith, Akim willing you will succeed fully, soon". The visitor emphasized the last word and the Defence Minister squirmed ever so slightly. It was embarrassing the Mullah had not just launched an attack to remove the apostates from the capital. The visitor continued "I hope soon my organisation can emulate your success across wider Majatra".
The Defence Minister was not old enough to have fought for the organisation in the 5540's. But many of his colleagues and friends had in either Jakania or Solentia, or in some cases both. However, the organisation had been crushed in both nations, although had remained a viable, if somewhat exaggerated threat. "Yes, I can only hope so, many of my friends have the scars of those conflicts, and glory in the name of Jamaat al-Tawba".
The visitor smiled. The Jihadi networks had been strong between Solentia and Ahmadi State. His own father was a friend of Mullah Yummah, but in the 5540's he had not even been born. "I myself was too young to have fought for the resurrection of the Caliphate, but my family were heavily involved. Funding, logistics, training".
The Defence Minister was alert at the last word. Mullah Yummah had already explained the requirements and the Defence Ministers subordinates had scoped several remote sites that would be viable. "You must understand, Hezb-e Ahmadi is not quite yet the government. Also, we are concerned to protect peaceful relations with our immediate neighbors..."
The visitor cut across the Defence Minister "do not worry my friend, we need to rebuild, to train to prepare. We are not interested in Istalia, or Kafuristan, yet. There are ungoverned spaces to the west that cry for Akim and offer opportunities. What we need is a safe base to plan, to train, to rest, and with your success Solentia is that space".
Pason Alvi thought about this. What could he get from this Al-Badaran? "And what can you offer us?"
"Glory for Akim and the Prophet, Peace Be Upon Him"
"Peace Be Upon Him. And?"
The visitor detested Solentians. They were all the same. Money, and perhaps a donkey or two, and they were sold. "Of course, we can provide training in martyr tactics, we can provide armed support to your government of dedicated fighters, I can speak to many of my contacts and arrange funding for mosques and schools. And of course you will be well compensated for any, er, expenses you have".
The Defence Minister leaned back. He liked the sound of that. Besides the Mullah had already issued the direction, he might as well make a little money from it from this Al-Badaran. "Then it is agreed, I have a team ready to show you around some of the locations so you can visit in person and make sure they are suitable to your requirements."
The conversation flowed for a few minutes before coming to a conclusion. The visitor and the Defence Minister both stood up.
"Ma’a salama, my friend, my secretary will provide you with the necessary information, an escort and guide will be ready for first thing in the morning, insh'akim".
The visitor smiled "Bkhatrak, Akim ma’ak", before turning and leaving the room.
The Defence Minister smiled to himself, went over to his cabinet and poured a discreet whiskey. He had never really liked the fanatics of Ahmadi State, they were after violence as an end in itself to bring about the end times. But he did like money, and his Istalian bank account would look healthy after all...
15 February 5590
The Defence Minister looked glum. If everything had gone smoothly he would now have his Ministry in the capital, a budget to spend, soldiers to inspect and arms suppliers to negotiate deals and discuss “contributions” for his Istalian bank account. But no, the President-elect Mullah Yummah dithered waiting for a sign from Akim to attack the capital, Jaish-e Ahmadi soldiers sat applying kohl eyeliner and prancing around like peacocks, while the apostates sat in the capital, no doubt enjoying whiskey and the favours of the women from the Kalopian quarter. And now Mullah Yummah had directed him to meet this businessman from Al-Badara. Pason Alvi hated Al-Badarans, effeminate Majatrans from the islands who played at being Ahamdists. But he respected the Mullah who had been involved in Solentian politics for decades and had already seen off one apostate regime, now thirty years later a second apostate regime tinkered on the brink of collapse...
The door opened and his assistant walked in with a tall visitor. He was dressed in traditional Al-Badaran garb and didn't look dissimilar to one of those infidel Abadi's from Kafuristan.
"As-salaam 'alaykum", the Defence Minister greeted his visitor, "please come and sit down".
The visitor returned the greeting and sat down in the offered chair.
"So, the Mullah has told me you have an offer to share today, do you mind if we proceed to business directly", the Defence Minister mangled his Majatran. He was much more comfortable speaking in his own Dudmani dialect, and despite several years as an exile in Kafuristan it shamed him his Majatran was poor. "I have to work with my commanders and explore plans for taking the capital, insh'akim".
"Insh'akim indeed, you in Solentia are an inspiration to us all my friend. What you have achieved for the faith, Akim willing you will succeed fully, soon". The visitor emphasized the last word and the Defence Minister squirmed ever so slightly. It was embarrassing the Mullah had not just launched an attack to remove the apostates from the capital. The visitor continued "I hope soon my organisation can emulate your success across wider Majatra".
The Defence Minister was not old enough to have fought for the organisation in the 5540's. But many of his colleagues and friends had in either Jakania or Solentia, or in some cases both. However, the organisation had been crushed in both nations, although had remained a viable, if somewhat exaggerated threat. "Yes, I can only hope so, many of my friends have the scars of those conflicts, and glory in the name of Jamaat al-Tawba".
The visitor smiled. The Jihadi networks had been strong between Solentia and Ahmadi State. His own father was a friend of Mullah Yummah, but in the 5540's he had not even been born. "I myself was too young to have fought for the resurrection of the Caliphate, but my family were heavily involved. Funding, logistics, training".
The Defence Minister was alert at the last word. Mullah Yummah had already explained the requirements and the Defence Ministers subordinates had scoped several remote sites that would be viable. "You must understand, Hezb-e Ahmadi is not quite yet the government. Also, we are concerned to protect peaceful relations with our immediate neighbors..."
The visitor cut across the Defence Minister "do not worry my friend, we need to rebuild, to train to prepare. We are not interested in Istalia, or Kafuristan, yet. There are ungoverned spaces to the west that cry for Akim and offer opportunities. What we need is a safe base to plan, to train, to rest, and with your success Solentia is that space".
Pason Alvi thought about this. What could he get from this Al-Badaran? "And what can you offer us?"
"Glory for Akim and the Prophet, Peace Be Upon Him"
"Peace Be Upon Him. And?"
The visitor detested Solentians. They were all the same. Money, and perhaps a donkey or two, and they were sold. "Of course, we can provide training in martyr tactics, we can provide armed support to your government of dedicated fighters, I can speak to many of my contacts and arrange funding for mosques and schools. And of course you will be well compensated for any, er, expenses you have".
The Defence Minister leaned back. He liked the sound of that. Besides the Mullah had already issued the direction, he might as well make a little money from it from this Al-Badaran. "Then it is agreed, I have a team ready to show you around some of the locations so you can visit in person and make sure they are suitable to your requirements."
The conversation flowed for a few minutes before coming to a conclusion. The visitor and the Defence Minister both stood up.
"Ma’a salama, my friend, my secretary will provide you with the necessary information, an escort and guide will be ready for first thing in the morning, insh'akim".
The visitor smiled "Bkhatrak, Akim ma’ak", before turning and leaving the room.
The Defence Minister smiled to himself, went over to his cabinet and poured a discreet whiskey. He had never really liked the fanatics of Ahmadi State, they were after violence as an end in itself to bring about the end times. But he did like money, and his Istalian bank account would look healthy after all...