04-06-2023, 07:47 PM
Commander Tiena Aranwe of the Kerlian Missile Development Force stood to attention in the Council Chamber where she had been summoned, having just finished giving her report on the incident. She did not allow herself to feel afraid. If the Council decided to arrest her, or kill her, that was their prerogative. Commander Aranwe was a true believer.
“We must mobilise our forces immediately,” Nirmala Patel was saying. “Greater Acadia has just been given a motivation and an excuse to invade us. We all know that the patriarchal countries have wanted to do so for years, they just lacked a suitable casus belli. If we can get our troops to the border fast enough, perhaps it will deter them. After all, our shared land border is tiny and mountainous.”
“Many of our forces are still gathered on the other side of the country near Kvask and Lauchenoiria,” countered Pauline Pierre. “It would take too long.”
“We need to contact Greater Acadia, get ahead of this,” President Rebecca Arnott, sitting at the top of the table, said. “It’s not too late to find a diplomatic solution.”
Several of the Women’s Party Councillors rolled their eyes. A nice little war would be just the thing to take people’s minds off of the rollback of reform they were planning. But until they could do something about their Reformist president, they would have to hold their tongues. Nobody wanted another civil war. A foreign war, though…
“Do you really think they’ll believe us?” Councillor Letitia Greenwood scoffed. “Since when have members of patriarchal governments trusted a word that comes out of our mouths?”
“To be fair to them, we’re usually lying,” Councillor Hale smirked from where she sat in the corner, her three year old daughter on her lap. Amelia Hale was destroying a piece of paper with several crayons on the table in front of her. Hale had taken to bringing Amelia to meetings, though not one of the other Councillors could understand why.
“It doesn’t matter if they believe us,” President Arnott said. “We have to try. We will NOT make aggressive moves unless we know we have to. So hold off on ordering troop movements just yet. And Commander Aranwe, please return to your duties. Thank you.”
Aranwe internally breathed a sigh of relief, even as her brain questioned the decision by the reformer to allow a failure such as herself to live. She performed the correct ritual gestures, and then departed the Council Chamber. She hoped that diplomacy would work. She did not know of the games being played by the traditionalists she supported. All she knew was that if it came to war, Kerlile would be fighting a 21st century power with 20th century technology. And her own division would be entirely useless.
“We must mobilise our forces immediately,” Nirmala Patel was saying. “Greater Acadia has just been given a motivation and an excuse to invade us. We all know that the patriarchal countries have wanted to do so for years, they just lacked a suitable casus belli. If we can get our troops to the border fast enough, perhaps it will deter them. After all, our shared land border is tiny and mountainous.”
“Many of our forces are still gathered on the other side of the country near Kvask and Lauchenoiria,” countered Pauline Pierre. “It would take too long.”
“We need to contact Greater Acadia, get ahead of this,” President Rebecca Arnott, sitting at the top of the table, said. “It’s not too late to find a diplomatic solution.”
Several of the Women’s Party Councillors rolled their eyes. A nice little war would be just the thing to take people’s minds off of the rollback of reform they were planning. But until they could do something about their Reformist president, they would have to hold their tongues. Nobody wanted another civil war. A foreign war, though…
“Do you really think they’ll believe us?” Councillor Letitia Greenwood scoffed. “Since when have members of patriarchal governments trusted a word that comes out of our mouths?”
“To be fair to them, we’re usually lying,” Councillor Hale smirked from where she sat in the corner, her three year old daughter on her lap. Amelia Hale was destroying a piece of paper with several crayons on the table in front of her. Hale had taken to bringing Amelia to meetings, though not one of the other Councillors could understand why.
“It doesn’t matter if they believe us,” President Arnott said. “We have to try. We will NOT make aggressive moves unless we know we have to. So hold off on ordering troop movements just yet. And Commander Aranwe, please return to your duties. Thank you.”
Aranwe internally breathed a sigh of relief, even as her brain questioned the decision by the reformer to allow a failure such as herself to live. She performed the correct ritual gestures, and then departed the Council Chamber. She hoped that diplomacy would work. She did not know of the games being played by the traditionalists she supported. All she knew was that if it came to war, Kerlile would be fighting a 21st century power with 20th century technology. And her own division would be entirely useless.
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