02-04-2021, 08:46 PM
Situation Room, Fleura House, Lauchenoiria
President Emilia Obando and Prime Minister Josephine Alvarez sat next to each other, both incredibly tense. Grainy footage of Lauchenoirians being rounded up in Mallacaland, taken on a poor-quality mobile phone, played on the screens. They had spoken to their ambassador, who was trapped in the Lauchenoirian embassy alongside his staff and a pair of unfortunate tourists who had been inside when the building was surrounded.
“This is an act of war,” Obando stated, taking a deep breath. Alvarez closed her eyes.
“What do we do?” Alvarez said, looking up at the gathered military and intelligence officials.
“We have a number of options, ranging from sanctions to military action, if you wish to go down the latter route, we can prep for targeted missile strikes, or…”
“Or assemble an intervention force?” Alvarez said sharply. “I’ve read the reports. I know this has been a topic of hypothetical discussion. I’m not there yet, I can’t justify putting troops on the ground in a foreign war when we’ve only just finished rebuilding our own nation.”
“Are they safe?” Obando asked. “Our citizens? Their… hostages?”
“We have been unable to ascertain their safety, but we have received a request for 40 million dollars from those presently in control of Mallacaland.”
“I didn’t realise the mafia had their own country,” Obando responded drily. “Ransom, really? We need to ascertain where our citizens are being held and whether or not an extraction operation is possible. I will be speaking to Mallacaland’s ambassador. We are not looking at missile strikes or ground forces yet… but prepare reports just in case.”
“Yes, Madam President.”
“We should give them a deadline,” Alvarez suggested. “Release our citizens in 48 hours or we will take further action against you. Sanctions are a given at this point, there’s no situation whereby this government remains in power and we don’t implement sanctions, but we can threaten them with more.”
“You’re right that sanctions are a given,” nodded Obando. “But my concern is that if we implement them now, our people in Mallacaland will be harmed. I don’t trust that boy-King not to order something against them.”
“Everyone is condemning them, we’re not alone,” Alvarez countered. “If they continue down this route, they will need to detain almost all foreign nationals, and if that happens there will be a very brief war that they’ll lose in under a week.”
“True,” Obando conceded, standing up to leave. “Very well, we will implement sanctions and threaten to take military action if our people are not released and permitted to leave the country within 48 hours from the time we make the statement.”
President Emilia Obando and Prime Minister Josephine Alvarez sat next to each other, both incredibly tense. Grainy footage of Lauchenoirians being rounded up in Mallacaland, taken on a poor-quality mobile phone, played on the screens. They had spoken to their ambassador, who was trapped in the Lauchenoirian embassy alongside his staff and a pair of unfortunate tourists who had been inside when the building was surrounded.
“This is an act of war,” Obando stated, taking a deep breath. Alvarez closed her eyes.
“What do we do?” Alvarez said, looking up at the gathered military and intelligence officials.
“We have a number of options, ranging from sanctions to military action, if you wish to go down the latter route, we can prep for targeted missile strikes, or…”
“Or assemble an intervention force?” Alvarez said sharply. “I’ve read the reports. I know this has been a topic of hypothetical discussion. I’m not there yet, I can’t justify putting troops on the ground in a foreign war when we’ve only just finished rebuilding our own nation.”
“Are they safe?” Obando asked. “Our citizens? Their… hostages?”
“We have been unable to ascertain their safety, but we have received a request for 40 million dollars from those presently in control of Mallacaland.”
“I didn’t realise the mafia had their own country,” Obando responded drily. “Ransom, really? We need to ascertain where our citizens are being held and whether or not an extraction operation is possible. I will be speaking to Mallacaland’s ambassador. We are not looking at missile strikes or ground forces yet… but prepare reports just in case.”
“Yes, Madam President.”
“We should give them a deadline,” Alvarez suggested. “Release our citizens in 48 hours or we will take further action against you. Sanctions are a given at this point, there’s no situation whereby this government remains in power and we don’t implement sanctions, but we can threaten them with more.”
“You’re right that sanctions are a given,” nodded Obando. “But my concern is that if we implement them now, our people in Mallacaland will be harmed. I don’t trust that boy-King not to order something against them.”
“Everyone is condemning them, we’re not alone,” Alvarez countered. “If they continue down this route, they will need to detain almost all foreign nationals, and if that happens there will be a very brief war that they’ll lose in under a week.”
“True,” Obando conceded, standing up to leave. “Very well, we will implement sanctions and threaten to take military action if our people are not released and permitted to leave the country within 48 hours from the time we make the statement.”
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