05-09-2023, 03:29 AM
Sancha Groenbärd tapped her fingers on her desk, glaring at the map on the far side of the wall. She turned out the chatter of the various techs within the war intelligence room at Västergäd Military HQ in the Central High Command building. Upon the digital map sat various readouts including the locations of intelligence assets, aircraft, and the relative positions of friendly and confirmed non-friendly units. In particular, she paid special attention to Eïkangärd's eastern border. In particular, the area which should be Eïkangärd's eastern border.
She scowled at the area marked 'DMZ' on the map in cross-hatched lines. A national embarrassment is what it really was. One borne of the revolution over five decades ago. Back then, a weak and divided Eikangärd had failed to take rightful control of it's sovereign territories as it chased the traitorous former government forces towards The Brother Nations. The same Brother Nations who had intervened on the old regime's behalf and halted the rightful advance of the Eïkan people in the liberation of their homeland. The same Brother Nations who now held the Royal Family and former Regime in Exile within their capital city. The same Brother Nations who had allowed traitors to resettle beyond the reach of the Eïkan state.
The same Brother Nations who even now denied Eïkangärd their rightful claim to their territory.
With a deepening scowl, she resolved to end this national embarrassment. Eïkangärd was far stronger that it was all those years ago. The military had expanded, both in troops and equipment. Brave young Eikans now stood ready to fight and - if necessary - die for the pride of their nation. Xiomera further distracted the erstwhile allies of the Brother Nations with their interventionist and destabilizing policies, turning their attention elsewhere. Now would be her time to make a play.
She picked up the phone on her desk and punched in a quick extension.
"Get me the National News Agency." She ordered the person on the other end. "Tell them I have an announcement to make."
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Within 12hrs of the phone call, an official demand was printed by the Eïkan National News Service, calling for the immediate return of all lands held within the Eïkan DMZ to the State of Eïkangärd. The terms were simple; acquiesce or else. What "or else" meant was deliberately vague. At the time, Marshal Groenbärd didn't want to broadcast anything specific. In the end, it would depend on what the Whetosonghneans would do...
She scowled at the area marked 'DMZ' on the map in cross-hatched lines. A national embarrassment is what it really was. One borne of the revolution over five decades ago. Back then, a weak and divided Eikangärd had failed to take rightful control of it's sovereign territories as it chased the traitorous former government forces towards The Brother Nations. The same Brother Nations who had intervened on the old regime's behalf and halted the rightful advance of the Eïkan people in the liberation of their homeland. The same Brother Nations who now held the Royal Family and former Regime in Exile within their capital city. The same Brother Nations who had allowed traitors to resettle beyond the reach of the Eïkan state.
The same Brother Nations who even now denied Eïkangärd their rightful claim to their territory.
With a deepening scowl, she resolved to end this national embarrassment. Eïkangärd was far stronger that it was all those years ago. The military had expanded, both in troops and equipment. Brave young Eikans now stood ready to fight and - if necessary - die for the pride of their nation. Xiomera further distracted the erstwhile allies of the Brother Nations with their interventionist and destabilizing policies, turning their attention elsewhere. Now would be her time to make a play.
She picked up the phone on her desk and punched in a quick extension.
"Get me the National News Agency." She ordered the person on the other end. "Tell them I have an announcement to make."
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Within 12hrs of the phone call, an official demand was printed by the Eïkan National News Service, calling for the immediate return of all lands held within the Eïkan DMZ to the State of Eïkangärd. The terms were simple; acquiesce or else. What "or else" meant was deliberately vague. At the time, Marshal Groenbärd didn't want to broadcast anything specific. In the end, it would depend on what the Whetosonghneans would do...