10-08-2024, 04:18 AM
(Note: These events take place after the 2024 Milintican election).
Tecpancalli Tonaltzintli
Chuaztlapoc, Huenya
President Xiadani was very displeased with Neina Arana.
The leader of Huenya was certainly not unique in that regard. Arana had only been President of Milintica for six days, but millions of Milinticans (MPP backers, mostly) were already very annoyed with the country's new leader. Arana hadn't been doing much to endear herself to leaders in other countries, either. But Huenya had two bones to pick in particular with the new Milintican administration.
The first one involved dozens of Huenyans working for the State Department who had unceremoniously been placed on planes out of the country on October 5th. The Milintican government had not been kidding when they had said election observers would no longer be welcome in the country once the new administration took over. Xiadani did not yet know if election observers from other countries had been forced to leave as well, but she had little doubt she would be receiving aggrieved messages soon enough on that matter.
The fact that Huenyan citizens had been bundled onto planes like luggage and shipped back home without even a heads up to the Huenyan government was actually the second strike, as far as Xiadani was concerned. The first strike had been when two Huenyan officials had been arrested by local police in the town of Aropaonui. Unlike the other Huenyan observers, those two were still in Milintica, in a jail cell. Xiadani was very displeased about that in particular.
It was with that displeasure in mind that Xiadani asked her assistant to place a phone call to Huānoch. Xiadani believed that a conversation between presidents was long overdue.
Xiadani waited for the call to go through. And waited. And waited.
Eventually, her assistant, Moquihui, came back on the line with an apologetic tone to his voice. "Sorry, Madam President, but Haven House has declined to accept your call."
"Declined." Xiadani said the word as if Moquihui had just dropped jaguar dung onto her desk.
Moquihui sighed. "Arana's office said they are too busy with launching her administration to speak with us at this time. To, erm, call back later."
After a very long silence, Xiadani sighed. "I see. Thank you. Could you start another call for me please?" Like most Huenyans, Xiadani was a big baseball fan. She thought of the matter in baseball terms. Strike three, Neina. You're out.
The next group of people Moquihui called would prove to be far more receptive to Xiadani's call. When High General Texōccoatl, Defense Secretary Tlanexchel, and FIS director Cuetlancaona were looped into the video call, Xiadani started the conversation directly. "Something has to be done to put Neina Arana in her proper place."
---
Two hours later, General Huatli of the Huenyan Army sat in a conference room, slightly perplexed.
The General (of former Aurora and civil war fame) had been summoned to Camp Tlalmanang, the headquarters of the Huenyan Special Forces, to meet with Defense Secretary Tlanexchel and High General Texōccoatl. When the other two walked in the room and sat down, Tlanexchel got right to the point. "We are reassigning you. While you've done an excellent job commanding the 34th Army Brigade, we think your talents would suit you to a new role. And a new mission."
Huatli nodded, a skeptical but interested expression crossing her face. "What is the new role?" Texōccoatl presented Huatli with a folder. "Effective immediately, you are to take command of the 1st Chuaztlapoc FSF Brigade."
Huatli gave the two men a look. "You're placing me in charge of a special forces brigade? I'm not part of the special forces." Tlanexchel and Texōccoatl both chuckled. "Given your skill set, we think you're more than qualified. More importantly, they think you're qualified. Their opinion trumps even our own, when it counts."
When Texōccoatl said they, Huatli knew who he meant. The Shorn Ones. The Eagle Warriors. The Jaguar Warriors. They weren't the sort of men and women to take anyone but the best to lead them. "They saw how you sprang into action to help defend Chuaztlapoc during the insurgency. Needless to say, you impressed quite a few of them. So, they want you over there. But you also have to want the job," Texōccoatl said.
Huatli gave Texōccoatl a firm nod. "I don't turn down a mission. Especially one like this."
"Good. We met with you here at Camp Tlalmanang so you could get started with your new brigade immediately," Tlanexchel said. Huatli nodded again. "That would be the new mission to go with the new role, I take it?"
Texōccoatl smirked. "Indeed it is. Tell your men and women to get ready, General. Some of them are going to be paying Milintica a little visit."
Tecpancalli Tonaltzintli
Chuaztlapoc, Huenya
President Xiadani was very displeased with Neina Arana.
The leader of Huenya was certainly not unique in that regard. Arana had only been President of Milintica for six days, but millions of Milinticans (MPP backers, mostly) were already very annoyed with the country's new leader. Arana hadn't been doing much to endear herself to leaders in other countries, either. But Huenya had two bones to pick in particular with the new Milintican administration.
The first one involved dozens of Huenyans working for the State Department who had unceremoniously been placed on planes out of the country on October 5th. The Milintican government had not been kidding when they had said election observers would no longer be welcome in the country once the new administration took over. Xiadani did not yet know if election observers from other countries had been forced to leave as well, but she had little doubt she would be receiving aggrieved messages soon enough on that matter.
The fact that Huenyan citizens had been bundled onto planes like luggage and shipped back home without even a heads up to the Huenyan government was actually the second strike, as far as Xiadani was concerned. The first strike had been when two Huenyan officials had been arrested by local police in the town of Aropaonui. Unlike the other Huenyan observers, those two were still in Milintica, in a jail cell. Xiadani was very displeased about that in particular.
It was with that displeasure in mind that Xiadani asked her assistant to place a phone call to Huānoch. Xiadani believed that a conversation between presidents was long overdue.
Xiadani waited for the call to go through. And waited. And waited.
Eventually, her assistant, Moquihui, came back on the line with an apologetic tone to his voice. "Sorry, Madam President, but Haven House has declined to accept your call."
"Declined." Xiadani said the word as if Moquihui had just dropped jaguar dung onto her desk.
Moquihui sighed. "Arana's office said they are too busy with launching her administration to speak with us at this time. To, erm, call back later."
After a very long silence, Xiadani sighed. "I see. Thank you. Could you start another call for me please?" Like most Huenyans, Xiadani was a big baseball fan. She thought of the matter in baseball terms. Strike three, Neina. You're out.
The next group of people Moquihui called would prove to be far more receptive to Xiadani's call. When High General Texōccoatl, Defense Secretary Tlanexchel, and FIS director Cuetlancaona were looped into the video call, Xiadani started the conversation directly. "Something has to be done to put Neina Arana in her proper place."
---
Two hours later, General Huatli of the Huenyan Army sat in a conference room, slightly perplexed.
The General (of former Aurora and civil war fame) had been summoned to Camp Tlalmanang, the headquarters of the Huenyan Special Forces, to meet with Defense Secretary Tlanexchel and High General Texōccoatl. When the other two walked in the room and sat down, Tlanexchel got right to the point. "We are reassigning you. While you've done an excellent job commanding the 34th Army Brigade, we think your talents would suit you to a new role. And a new mission."
Huatli nodded, a skeptical but interested expression crossing her face. "What is the new role?" Texōccoatl presented Huatli with a folder. "Effective immediately, you are to take command of the 1st Chuaztlapoc FSF Brigade."
Huatli gave the two men a look. "You're placing me in charge of a special forces brigade? I'm not part of the special forces." Tlanexchel and Texōccoatl both chuckled. "Given your skill set, we think you're more than qualified. More importantly, they think you're qualified. Their opinion trumps even our own, when it counts."
When Texōccoatl said they, Huatli knew who he meant. The Shorn Ones. The Eagle Warriors. The Jaguar Warriors. They weren't the sort of men and women to take anyone but the best to lead them. "They saw how you sprang into action to help defend Chuaztlapoc during the insurgency. Needless to say, you impressed quite a few of them. So, they want you over there. But you also have to want the job," Texōccoatl said.
Huatli gave Texōccoatl a firm nod. "I don't turn down a mission. Especially one like this."
"Good. We met with you here at Camp Tlalmanang so you could get started with your new brigade immediately," Tlanexchel said. Huatli nodded again. "That would be the new mission to go with the new role, I take it?"
Texōccoatl smirked. "Indeed it is. Tell your men and women to get ready, General. Some of them are going to be paying Milintica a little visit."
<t></t>