01-18-2022, 05:18 PM
Situation Room, Buttercity, Lauchenoiria
“We cannot just stand by and let the Huenyans take control of the matter,” Pavía repeated for the fourth time in the last hour. “We all know that they will never agree to the terrorists’ demands, and while I agree that negotiating with terrorists is a non-starter I doubt their ability to rescue the hostages. After all, they haven’t been successful in dealing with the Golden Blade threat up until now, so why should things change on this short deadline?”
“Sending either operatives or troops to Huenya involves us long-term in a matter we would rather stay out of!” Rodrigo Montaña, Secretary of Defence, said, standing up. “We are already involved in the Aurian affair, we cannot go around pretending like we’re some kind of superpower, involving ourselves in every conflict out there. We are not. And we are still recovering from our own war.”
“Both of you,” Alvarez snapped, “are not looking at the full picture here. I would have preferred it if we could stay out of all foreign conflicts, but that is clearly not going to happen. If we do not stop the current trend of insurgency and violent transfer of power that seems to be creeping across the globe it will only get worse. I agree that we cannot afford to be militarily involved in two countries at once. We cannot abandon Auria; our message still has not been sent. Therefore, a military intervention in Huenya is off the table. Yet we cannot just allow our citizen to be killed due to Huenya’s incompetence.”
“Then what do you suggest?” Pavía asked.
“We insist on sending advisors to work with Huenya on the matter. We don’t take no for an answer, and we make sure that our people are involved in any operation. If their plans endanger our citizen; we need someone there to object. It’s the best we can do.”
“If they say no?” frowned Pavía.
“They won’t. And if they do, then we might need to introduce some extra tariffs on their exports to us, or cancel a few contracts, or any other number of things that will make them more cooperative. We would also need to ask why they are so unwilling to work with us while they are perfectly willing to let every other damn nation have a military base on their territory. No, they’d look like hypocrites so they won’t deny us.”
“I hope you’re right,” Pavía sighed. “Though next time, we’re not sending election observers to a quasi-warzone without extra security. Huenya can pretend all they like that the war is over and they’re living in peace but until they deal with the terrorist issue, the war is NOT over.”
“Very well. I shall contact the Huenyans immediately,” said Alvarez, her face hardening. “And I hope they will do as we ask. Or there will be consequences.”
“We cannot just stand by and let the Huenyans take control of the matter,” Pavía repeated for the fourth time in the last hour. “We all know that they will never agree to the terrorists’ demands, and while I agree that negotiating with terrorists is a non-starter I doubt their ability to rescue the hostages. After all, they haven’t been successful in dealing with the Golden Blade threat up until now, so why should things change on this short deadline?”
“Sending either operatives or troops to Huenya involves us long-term in a matter we would rather stay out of!” Rodrigo Montaña, Secretary of Defence, said, standing up. “We are already involved in the Aurian affair, we cannot go around pretending like we’re some kind of superpower, involving ourselves in every conflict out there. We are not. And we are still recovering from our own war.”
“Both of you,” Alvarez snapped, “are not looking at the full picture here. I would have preferred it if we could stay out of all foreign conflicts, but that is clearly not going to happen. If we do not stop the current trend of insurgency and violent transfer of power that seems to be creeping across the globe it will only get worse. I agree that we cannot afford to be militarily involved in two countries at once. We cannot abandon Auria; our message still has not been sent. Therefore, a military intervention in Huenya is off the table. Yet we cannot just allow our citizen to be killed due to Huenya’s incompetence.”
“Then what do you suggest?” Pavía asked.
“We insist on sending advisors to work with Huenya on the matter. We don’t take no for an answer, and we make sure that our people are involved in any operation. If their plans endanger our citizen; we need someone there to object. It’s the best we can do.”
“If they say no?” frowned Pavía.
“They won’t. And if they do, then we might need to introduce some extra tariffs on their exports to us, or cancel a few contracts, or any other number of things that will make them more cooperative. We would also need to ask why they are so unwilling to work with us while they are perfectly willing to let every other damn nation have a military base on their territory. No, they’d look like hypocrites so they won’t deny us.”
“I hope you’re right,” Pavía sighed. “Though next time, we’re not sending election observers to a quasi-warzone without extra security. Huenya can pretend all they like that the war is over and they’re living in peace but until they deal with the terrorist issue, the war is NOT over.”
“Very well. I shall contact the Huenyans immediately,” said Alvarez, her face hardening. “And I hope they will do as we ask. Or there will be consequences.”
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