02-03-2021, 08:03 AM
December 1st, 2020
Haven House
President Matōchmizalo watched with pride as the group of Milinticans marched through the square in front of the presidential residence. Their green fatigues may have had the newly adopted flag of Manauia Island on their shoulders, but the small red patch underneath that flag was what mattered. PFM Manauia Island, the patch read.
On Manauia Island, for the first time, Milinticans had backed up the values they believed in with more than just words. The tiny nation had always demanded that the great powers of the IDU respect peoples' rights, but to no avail. Everyone ignored Milintica, because Milintica never did anything to back up their words.
Manauia Island had shown that Milinticans could do more than just talk about freedom. They could fight for it - and they could win. The comeuppance they had delivered to the Xiomeran Empire had proven that. The newly won freedom of the Manauians proved it.
As the parade to welcome the volunteers back home wound down, the President gave a final salute and walked back inside to begin a planning meeting with his top advisers. The liberation of Manauia Island had been a great accomplishment for Milintica, but Matōchmizalo wanted more. Much more.
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February 3rd, 2021
Fort Amacatl
"We've completed the final preparations, sir," General Tlehuaque said. "We have begun training volunteers and forming them into cadres. Have you begun considering where they might be sent first?"
"Xiomera, for sure," Matōchmizalo said immediately. "I don't care what Calhualyana's fraudulent elections claim. There have to be Xiomerans who want to be free. The international community may have been duped by the sham she has presented to the world. I am not. We will send the first new PFM there, to continue the fight for freedom in Xiomera and support the underground there."
"And the next cadre?" the General asked.
Matōchmizalo thought for a moment. "Mallacaland, possibly. Once the peacekeepers are withdrawn - and they will be, after the latest debacle - there will be no one to protect the people there. We cannot stand by and allow the people there to be repressed."
The General nodded. "The first two cadres have gathered in the assembly area. I think a speech from you would be great to bolster their morale."
President Matōchmizalo nodded. He hadn't planned to give a speech, but he didn't typically need to.
As he stepped into the assembly area, the volunteers gathered began to cheer. The President smiled and waited for the applause to die down. "Volunteers! You have chosen to stand as the force behind our fight for freedom and democracy throughout the world. Milintica has always been among the first of nations to demand that all people be free, and their right to democracy respected. But our demands have gone unheeded. The great powers allow tyranny to flourish, because they are afraid to confront it. But we are not afraid. And for the first time, we showed that on Manauia Island."
The President pointed to the group of volunteers standing in front of him, their red patches glowing under the lights overhead. "These brave volunteers were the first, and they brought freedom to the people of Manauia Island and defeated the tyranny of the Xiomeran Empire. But they will not be the last. You will follow in their footsteps, and with your own bravery and willingness to sacrifice for what is right, you will help bring freedom to others suffering oppression and cruelty. The tyrants of the world have always ignored Milintica, and our call for liberation. They will be able to ignore us no longer. Our Popular Freedom Militias will stand with those seeking liberation throughout the world, and together, we will bring about a better tomorrow for everyone."
As the volunteers raised their rifles over their heads and cheered, the President raised his own fist triumphantly over his head. Milintica was no great power. But on Manauia Island, they had shown that even they could change the world. The entire IDU would soon see how Milinticans fought for change.
Haven House
President Matōchmizalo watched with pride as the group of Milinticans marched through the square in front of the presidential residence. Their green fatigues may have had the newly adopted flag of Manauia Island on their shoulders, but the small red patch underneath that flag was what mattered. PFM Manauia Island, the patch read.
On Manauia Island, for the first time, Milinticans had backed up the values they believed in with more than just words. The tiny nation had always demanded that the great powers of the IDU respect peoples' rights, but to no avail. Everyone ignored Milintica, because Milintica never did anything to back up their words.
Manauia Island had shown that Milinticans could do more than just talk about freedom. They could fight for it - and they could win. The comeuppance they had delivered to the Xiomeran Empire had proven that. The newly won freedom of the Manauians proved it.
As the parade to welcome the volunteers back home wound down, the President gave a final salute and walked back inside to begin a planning meeting with his top advisers. The liberation of Manauia Island had been a great accomplishment for Milintica, but Matōchmizalo wanted more. Much more.
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February 3rd, 2021
Fort Amacatl
"We've completed the final preparations, sir," General Tlehuaque said. "We have begun training volunteers and forming them into cadres. Have you begun considering where they might be sent first?"
"Xiomera, for sure," Matōchmizalo said immediately. "I don't care what Calhualyana's fraudulent elections claim. There have to be Xiomerans who want to be free. The international community may have been duped by the sham she has presented to the world. I am not. We will send the first new PFM there, to continue the fight for freedom in Xiomera and support the underground there."
"And the next cadre?" the General asked.
Matōchmizalo thought for a moment. "Mallacaland, possibly. Once the peacekeepers are withdrawn - and they will be, after the latest debacle - there will be no one to protect the people there. We cannot stand by and allow the people there to be repressed."
The General nodded. "The first two cadres have gathered in the assembly area. I think a speech from you would be great to bolster their morale."
President Matōchmizalo nodded. He hadn't planned to give a speech, but he didn't typically need to.
As he stepped into the assembly area, the volunteers gathered began to cheer. The President smiled and waited for the applause to die down. "Volunteers! You have chosen to stand as the force behind our fight for freedom and democracy throughout the world. Milintica has always been among the first of nations to demand that all people be free, and their right to democracy respected. But our demands have gone unheeded. The great powers allow tyranny to flourish, because they are afraid to confront it. But we are not afraid. And for the first time, we showed that on Manauia Island."
The President pointed to the group of volunteers standing in front of him, their red patches glowing under the lights overhead. "These brave volunteers were the first, and they brought freedom to the people of Manauia Island and defeated the tyranny of the Xiomeran Empire. But they will not be the last. You will follow in their footsteps, and with your own bravery and willingness to sacrifice for what is right, you will help bring freedom to others suffering oppression and cruelty. The tyrants of the world have always ignored Milintica, and our call for liberation. They will be able to ignore us no longer. Our Popular Freedom Militias will stand with those seeking liberation throughout the world, and together, we will bring about a better tomorrow for everyone."
As the volunteers raised their rifles over their heads and cheered, the President raised his own fist triumphantly over his head. Milintica was no great power. But on Manauia Island, they had shown that even they could change the world. The entire IDU would soon see how Milinticans fought for change.
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