May 3rd 1919
Smederova
09:00 Hours
“I thought I had your very enlightened word that we would not run into these problems Minister.” Pašic stared irately at the assembled ministers. Josef Marovic scratched at his forehead. He did not enjoy being the target of this much attention. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, and a few of the ministers had to stop themselves from smiling at his discomfort.
“Yes Prime Minister, that is what we believed. However, my sources were incorrect. The risk of revolt has decreased due to neither do to our quick countering of the terrorists in Nis nor the victories over the Austrians. Despite all of that we must take more actions, there is no other choice.”
“Fine.” Pašic shook his head and turned to the other ministers. “Vlada, what options do we have?”
“Well Prime Minister, I will be frank, few. Social reform would prove to be the best, but also the most expensive.” Minister Rugova mopped his brow. Spring was coming, and the heat was coming with it. Whereas most of the ministers were lean and hungry, he and Cubrilovic were far less comfortable in the spring weather.
“To what are you referring?” Pašic had done his best to keep up with the increasing business of the ministries, he missed things often, especially in recent months.
“Well, the frustration mainly comes from the factories, perhaps increasing the regulations put on business would appease them? It would cost a deal of money, but not as much as a revolt in our industrial center would.”
“Give me specifics.”
“I am afraid I do not have them with me.” The Minister said, unbuttoning the top of his shirt to cool down, it was getting hotter, or at least more uncomfortable in the room. At this point the conversation was broken by Kasza.
“Excuse me, ministers, but are you sure we want to do this? Increasing restrictions on industry will slow down our production, can we afford this?” Kasza felt uneasy about change, especially with so much on the line, but Pašic had made up his mind.
“You heard Vlada, we have no choice. We must appease the crowds, for now, it is our only choice. We can deal with the cost later, but for now we must do what we can to get by.”
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July 29th 1919
Skopje
19:00 Hours
The shift change whistle blew a high note through the night sky. It was finally time to close. Boris laid down the heavy torch he had been using, smoke still poured from its nozzle, and would till the next shift turned it off he imagined. He brought his hand across his mask, and laid it down beside the torch. It was part of the new government regulations on safety. It had also cost him a week’s salary. This was too much.
He slowly made his way out of the dimly lit factory. They were still doing reconstruction on its massive frame. The bomb had done a good deal of damage, but not enough to close it, or to halt production. Now the government was butting in too, setting restrictions on hours, and on equipment. It was costing them money, and time.
“You coming Boris?”
“You know I am Georgi, your speeches are getting better every night.”
“Thanks.”
The two men walked the rest of the way to town in silence. But, instead of walking to their homes, they turned to the old warehouse they had been seeing a great deal of lately. Already a number of men were inside, a large number.
Georgi followed Boris as he pushed his way to the front of the room. They had been there for a long time, and that seniority gave them a leg up. Boris was often seen as the leading muscle, especially since he had stood up to General Mijatovic. Georgi on the other hand was the mouthpiece of their revolution.
Viktor, who had taken over, by sheer might, after Brane had died, stood up behind a podium.
“My comrades! Tonight is the night you have been waiting for. We are here tonight to choose our new leader. My time as interim party head has come to a close, and we have to choose. All of you who wish may come forward at this time.” Viktor paused to let anyone approach. No one did, he had made sure of that before hand.
Boris grumbled and looked around. Did no one have the guts? Well, he would have to act himself then. He gave Georgi a quick shove.
“I say we elect Georgi!” He shouted. His call was followed by a round of cheers. Viktor looked suddenly worried, and rightfully so. It was quickly determined that Georgi would be the new chairman. After a brief speech of acceptance, Georgi called the meeting to a close, but was interrupted. The doors swung open suddenly.
“Halt, all of you.” General Mijatovic walked through the now open doors, his soldiers walked alongside. “You are all under arrest; I have men outside who will take you into custody for plotting against the government.” Sergeant Nikoli stepped forward and pulled his pistol from its holster. Boris was quick to act. He pushed his way to the door and stepped in front of the uneasy officer.
“You want me in custody, you take me.” Nikoli looked quickly to Mijatovic who nodded. He brought his pistol down and reached for Boris’ outstretched arms. Before he could react, Boris brought both arms into the side of the officer, and tackled him. A gunshot went off, and things spiraled out of control. Georgi’s shouting was drowned out by the shouts of the warehouse. Some of the workers pulled out weapons, and more than a few of the militiamen outside the building joined in the fight on the side of the workers.
In the end, what stood as Serbia’s control of Skpoje was defeated, and a red flag would fly from the capital steps.
Smederova
09:00 Hours
“I thought I had your very enlightened word that we would not run into these problems Minister.” Pašic stared irately at the assembled ministers. Josef Marovic scratched at his forehead. He did not enjoy being the target of this much attention. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, and a few of the ministers had to stop themselves from smiling at his discomfort.
“Yes Prime Minister, that is what we believed. However, my sources were incorrect. The risk of revolt has decreased due to neither do to our quick countering of the terrorists in Nis nor the victories over the Austrians. Despite all of that we must take more actions, there is no other choice.”
“Fine.” Pašic shook his head and turned to the other ministers. “Vlada, what options do we have?”
“Well Prime Minister, I will be frank, few. Social reform would prove to be the best, but also the most expensive.” Minister Rugova mopped his brow. Spring was coming, and the heat was coming with it. Whereas most of the ministers were lean and hungry, he and Cubrilovic were far less comfortable in the spring weather.
“To what are you referring?” Pašic had done his best to keep up with the increasing business of the ministries, he missed things often, especially in recent months.
“Well, the frustration mainly comes from the factories, perhaps increasing the regulations put on business would appease them? It would cost a deal of money, but not as much as a revolt in our industrial center would.”
“Give me specifics.”
“I am afraid I do not have them with me.” The Minister said, unbuttoning the top of his shirt to cool down, it was getting hotter, or at least more uncomfortable in the room. At this point the conversation was broken by Kasza.
“Excuse me, ministers, but are you sure we want to do this? Increasing restrictions on industry will slow down our production, can we afford this?” Kasza felt uneasy about change, especially with so much on the line, but Pašic had made up his mind.
“You heard Vlada, we have no choice. We must appease the crowds, for now, it is our only choice. We can deal with the cost later, but for now we must do what we can to get by.”
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July 29th 1919
Skopje
19:00 Hours
The shift change whistle blew a high note through the night sky. It was finally time to close. Boris laid down the heavy torch he had been using, smoke still poured from its nozzle, and would till the next shift turned it off he imagined. He brought his hand across his mask, and laid it down beside the torch. It was part of the new government regulations on safety. It had also cost him a week’s salary. This was too much.
He slowly made his way out of the dimly lit factory. They were still doing reconstruction on its massive frame. The bomb had done a good deal of damage, but not enough to close it, or to halt production. Now the government was butting in too, setting restrictions on hours, and on equipment. It was costing them money, and time.
“You coming Boris?”
“You know I am Georgi, your speeches are getting better every night.”
“Thanks.”
The two men walked the rest of the way to town in silence. But, instead of walking to their homes, they turned to the old warehouse they had been seeing a great deal of lately. Already a number of men were inside, a large number.
Georgi followed Boris as he pushed his way to the front of the room. They had been there for a long time, and that seniority gave them a leg up. Boris was often seen as the leading muscle, especially since he had stood up to General Mijatovic. Georgi on the other hand was the mouthpiece of their revolution.
Viktor, who had taken over, by sheer might, after Brane had died, stood up behind a podium.
“My comrades! Tonight is the night you have been waiting for. We are here tonight to choose our new leader. My time as interim party head has come to a close, and we have to choose. All of you who wish may come forward at this time.” Viktor paused to let anyone approach. No one did, he had made sure of that before hand.
Boris grumbled and looked around. Did no one have the guts? Well, he would have to act himself then. He gave Georgi a quick shove.
“I say we elect Georgi!” He shouted. His call was followed by a round of cheers. Viktor looked suddenly worried, and rightfully so. It was quickly determined that Georgi would be the new chairman. After a brief speech of acceptance, Georgi called the meeting to a close, but was interrupted. The doors swung open suddenly.
“Halt, all of you.” General Mijatovic walked through the now open doors, his soldiers walked alongside. “You are all under arrest; I have men outside who will take you into custody for plotting against the government.” Sergeant Nikoli stepped forward and pulled his pistol from its holster. Boris was quick to act. He pushed his way to the door and stepped in front of the uneasy officer.
“You want me in custody, you take me.” Nikoli looked quickly to Mijatovic who nodded. He brought his pistol down and reached for Boris’ outstretched arms. Before he could react, Boris brought both arms into the side of the officer, and tackled him. A gunshot went off, and things spiraled out of control. Georgi’s shouting was drowned out by the shouts of the warehouse. Some of the workers pulled out weapons, and more than a few of the militiamen outside the building joined in the fight on the side of the workers.
In the end, what stood as Serbia’s control of Skpoje was defeated, and a red flag would fly from the capital steps.
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