[b]Outskirts of Krakau, Galicia-Lodomeria/"Austrian Occupied Poland", Danubian Federation.[/b] "You can not prevent my entrance into the city, I have the full rights granted to me to move as I see fit and report to the people what is happening here! The media can not be surpressed like this!" shouted a rather large woman, her large cheeks burning red in anger as she angerly shoved her finger into a uniformed man's face. Several others around her echoing her protests as what was essentialy a convoy of vehicles were stopped at a military roadblock. The man being yelled at was Klaus Stosch, a bulky man who stood strong before the woman shouting her objections straight into his face, almost covering his face with her saliva. He didn't seem to even be bothered, as he looked at her with almost a robotic lack of emotion. "Ma'am, no civilians are allowed past this point. Media, resident, and even international are all barred entrance due to martial law being declared. It is for your own safety. The influx of russians have led to them ransacking homes and killing people in the streets, we can not safely let anyone in until the situation has passed." He voiced, raising his hands up in order to ensure everyone was paying attention to him. The soft drizzle of an upcoming rainstorm having begun to stain his already black uniform. "Please, everyone return to your vehicles. Official represenatives will be contacted in order to ensure any questions you have will be answered. Until then, for your own safety, leave city limits." "It took me weeks to get here from Ottawa, and I will not leave so easily!" She retorted. Stomping her heeled foot in the dirt. "Come now Ms. Elizabeth, I'm sure they'll let us in soon. Let us just wait it out." Chimed in a small, meak little man. He looked like a rat next to a dog with the size difference between him and the woman. Klaus eyed him down, not even noticing his presence until now. He had an American Flag pin on his chest, so he must have been working along side Elizabeth as a joint report of some sort. That or he just wanted to get into her pants, Klaus didn't care. He wasn't even sure why he was even thinking about this at this point. The 'rat man' as Klaus was calling him now, had managed to drag Elizabeth to her vehicle at this point. Arguing betwen each other just out of earshot. Thank god too, her voice grated on his ears. It took several minutes for everyone to slowly begin to disperse, returning to their cars and trucks and gradually turning around, heading away from the city they all wished to be in. The woman in particular seemed to have trouble climbing back into her vehicle, her body shaking slightly with her own anger. The approaching cold wind most likely didn't help either. "I do not like lying to the people, Klaus. It shouldn't be our way." Voiced one of the other guards, shaking his head in disaproval once most of the vehicles had gone their own way. "No one wants to lie, Wilhelm, but it is better to live this lie then to know the harsh truth of what is happening in that city. The Russian savages should all be forced to live in camps, before they ruin more of our glorious nation with their disgusting ways. First they destroy themselves, now they run to destroy their neighbors." ----------------------------------------------------- [b]Three Hours Later East Krakau, Galicia-Lodomeria/"Austrian Occupied Poland", Danubian Federation. [/b] A heavy rainstorm had fully engulfed the city at this point, forcing most people to return indoors until it passed. Getting wet and dealing with the winds an unneeded trouble for anyone sane enough. Yet here, no one was sane. The constant thunk of rain against the paved road was being drowned out, the constant yelling and cheering of the mass of people silenced nearly everything else. Before them, stood a line of men. All of them dressed in all black military uniforms, the double headed eagle of the Federation on their shoulders. Behind them was a single halftrack, with a young man standing in the hole where a machinegun would usually have been. His once crisp uniform completely drenched, turning it a shade darker. The only thing making him distinct from the men before him was a yellow armband on his right arm, and the cap he wore, proudly showing the Habsburg Eagle. His expression was stoic, his brown eyes staring at the assembled mob before him, as unwavering as he was. "You will disperse! All Russians, Ukrainians, and Belarussians are to immediatly disperse and return to designated areas. Faiure to comply will result in force being used!" He shouted from the halftrack. His cap was barely keeping the water from his eyes at this point, and it showed no signs of really letting up at this point. The line of Austrian soldiers stood before him, armed and aiming at a large crowd of Russians and other minority groups from the now defunct Empire. They were screaming, shouting. Insults, demand for food, and of human rights. Rain would not deter them so easily. "Oberwatchmeister Volker, sir, the Russians aren't bulging in the slightest. What are your orders?" exlaimed a private, looking up at Volker as he stood off to the side of the vehicle. One of his hands was held up in a futile attempt to reduce the water splashing against his face, and his head constantly turning to gaze at the crowd. Volker eyed the people before him, as if analyzing a chessboard. Saying he was outnumbered was an understatement, there was nearly a hundred of them. He only had sixteen. His face contorted in a frown, as his own advantage lie in his weaponry. Shooting would solve the problem, yes, but would make things drastically worse in the long run. He already had to crackdown on several incidents already… Most of the mob were in ragged clothing, the poor conditions of their refugee camps meant that many of them hadn't bathed in days. Their clothing was torn, shredded, and other types of damage. Inbetween the shouts, the coughs and sneezes that signal illness were easy to be spot. The storm wasn't helping that situation is the slightest. Volker couldn't help but sneer, the mob stood defiant before him, as if confident in the knowledge that Volker wouldn't be able to stop them with the few men at his side. He shouted again, echoing his previous statement once again at the mob. His soldiers clearly getting nervous at the sheer size of their opposition. They did not budge. "Very well then, we shall scare them into submission." He noted. It was his best option, they were defiant and united in the knowledge that Volker wouldn't dare shoot. They were confident, headstrong… arrogant. If he could turn that around on then, make them doubt, then that might be all he needs. Volker ducked out of the turret of the halftrack, climbing out the back and moving towards the line of men before him. "Men, take aim!" He shouted, walking down the line of soldiers. The cocking of a few rifles was heard, as they all rested the butts of their rifles firmly against their shoulder. Volker knew they were scared, many of them visibly shaking with their rifles. The mob flinched, at last. Several members starting to duck away in the back, running down the street away from the firing line before them. Volker sighed with relief as quietly as he could, and signaled for his men to lower their weapons for now. "Fear can break the will of even the must stubborn of animals. Men, move forward and escort the survivors back to the designated refugee areas." The Russians were getting more bold, and the lack of adequete supplies for such a large refugee population was increasing their militancy. His men were too streched thin to handle it all, but this was the first 'organized' attempt by the animals. "Oberwachtmeister Volker, sir! Reports of fighting in the northern part of the city!" Volker recoiled at the news, turning to the man informing him of this. Not that man could even describe him, he could barely even be eighteen, his solemn face was pale and contorted from all the running he just had to do. Yet still, his inexpirence showed. As well as the baby face he sported. "Who? Is it our police units?" The soldier shook his head, pointing his hands north as if it would help him explain the situation easier to Volker. "Nein, it seems Polish citizens couldn't take it anymore, and they're fighting with the Russians in the city there. Worst is, their armed!" Volker turned towards his men, shouting at them to load up into the halftrack, as well asordering someone to get on the radio and to request additional forces to move into the northern districts. Something wasn't right here, there wasn't any military armories in Krakau, and no munitions deliveries to the forces here were stolen from. How did either side get armed?