04-11-2023, 08:16 PM
"So now Kerlile has Xiomeran Missiles..."
It was less of a question and more of a statement of fact. Prime Minister Gargant sat again at the head of a meeting table, discussing the newest wrench in the gears regarding the recent spat with Kerlile.
"Only a few, sir. And they're older models which our ABM defenses are more than sufficient to intercept." General Davis added. "Though we suspect that more will likely be on the way."
"Clearly Calhualyana doesn't like it when other countries stand up for themselves." Director Belle added venemously, crossing her arms as she sat back in her chair. "Shall I send a strongly worded letter to Xiomera?"
"Go ahead." Gargant nodded in reply. "Doubt it'll stop her, but at least it might assuage the public that we're not taking that move lying down." He cleared his throat and sat back up in his seat.
"Now how do we go about resolving this without escalating to all out war?"
"A mutual draw-down of forces at the border to pre-incident levels would be a start, sir." General Davis suggested. "Talk with Kerlile and agree to start moving troops away from the border if they also do so. Set a timetable for both sides to do so."
"And what about those Xiomeran missiles?" Gargant asked.
"Not much we can do there." Director Belle chimed in. "With how belligerent Xiomera has become in recent years, its unlikely shipments will stop even after this whole debacle is over. And with how paranoia runs Kerlile, they'll be unlikely to decline further shipments. Even if they do, they'll have examples within their borders to pull apart for reverse engineering. Either way, within the decade, Kerlile will have viable ballistic missiles to hit any part of Greater Acadia."
"So we'll have to counter Xiomera further. Strengthen their geopolitical opponents." Gargant muttered before turning to back to Director Belle. "Contact our counterparts in Huenya and Milintica. See if they would be open to military technology transfers and purchases of our equipment. Might give Calhualyana something to think about."
With that he addressed the room.
"And for God's sake someone get me a line to Rebecca Arnott! It's about damn time we tried to solve this without killing each other!"
It was less of a question and more of a statement of fact. Prime Minister Gargant sat again at the head of a meeting table, discussing the newest wrench in the gears regarding the recent spat with Kerlile.
"Only a few, sir. And they're older models which our ABM defenses are more than sufficient to intercept." General Davis added. "Though we suspect that more will likely be on the way."
"Clearly Calhualyana doesn't like it when other countries stand up for themselves." Director Belle added venemously, crossing her arms as she sat back in her chair. "Shall I send a strongly worded letter to Xiomera?"
"Go ahead." Gargant nodded in reply. "Doubt it'll stop her, but at least it might assuage the public that we're not taking that move lying down." He cleared his throat and sat back up in his seat.
"Now how do we go about resolving this without escalating to all out war?"
"A mutual draw-down of forces at the border to pre-incident levels would be a start, sir." General Davis suggested. "Talk with Kerlile and agree to start moving troops away from the border if they also do so. Set a timetable for both sides to do so."
"And what about those Xiomeran missiles?" Gargant asked.
"Not much we can do there." Director Belle chimed in. "With how belligerent Xiomera has become in recent years, its unlikely shipments will stop even after this whole debacle is over. And with how paranoia runs Kerlile, they'll be unlikely to decline further shipments. Even if they do, they'll have examples within their borders to pull apart for reverse engineering. Either way, within the decade, Kerlile will have viable ballistic missiles to hit any part of Greater Acadia."
"So we'll have to counter Xiomera further. Strengthen their geopolitical opponents." Gargant muttered before turning to back to Director Belle. "Contact our counterparts in Huenya and Milintica. See if they would be open to military technology transfers and purchases of our equipment. Might give Calhualyana something to think about."
With that he addressed the room.
"And for God's sake someone get me a line to Rebecca Arnott! It's about damn time we tried to solve this without killing each other!"