11-12-2024, 09:58 PM
Fajroturo, Office of the Executive Committee Director
Sojknabo entered the room, looking rushed. After sitting down, still catching his breath he said "So, I've heard the news from Wiel, I've already worked out ideas on how to salvage this sit-"
"That is not why I asked you to come" Gropo interrupted the Commissar "We will in fact discuss our reaction, but it will not involve any of the honey-tongued nonsense you might already have in mind. Please, take a moment to calm down and
have a drink"
It was only now that Sojknabo realized what company he and the director were in. Kolbaso, the Commissar of Defense was sitting to Gropo's left, to his right three uniformed men sat bolt upright listening carefully to every word Gropo said
One of them he knew. A high ranking general. Sojknabo had forgotten his name but he recognized the face. He had seen the man accompaying Commissar Kolbaso during one of their very rare meetings. The other two Sojknabo had not seen before
but he noticed that they wore navy uniforms.
Gropo must have sensed Sojknabos confusion during the short moment of silence: "May I introduce? Admiral Rafalido and Admiral Aleksido, I take it you're already familiar with General Pikapaŝo"
Suddenly Sojknabo realized what this discussion was going to be about. He ignored the etiquette and confronted the Director directly "You cannot be serious. Anything but that. Didn't you consider the collective trauma that would be brought up again by
any military action in-"
"Lake Majatra?!" Gropo raised his voice, once again interrupting Zardugal's chief diplomat "Of course I know what it will remind everyone of, that's why we're going to do it. Shows of force are the only language understood by these savages!"
The military officers nodded synchronously like uniformed robots.
Sojknabo sighed and looked at the documents lying on the table. Maps of Lake Majatra depicting the route of the submarine pipeline. Some positions had already been marked.
He had to do it. It was still impossible to challenge Gropo politically. Sojknabo's only alternative was to resign and let one of the Director's bootlicker take over. He had to remain in office to be able to intervene once the time is right
Gropo pierced Sojknabo with his gaze waiting for some kind of reaction
"Alright" Sojknabo broke the tense silence "Just educate me on the exact timetable of the operation and I will prepare a diplomatic strategy to balance out neutralizing international backlash and power projection once it is done"
Gropo smiled. Seemingly placated he began to explain:"Now did you know that anchors are actually quite dangerous contraptions when it comes to the integrity of submarine infrastructure"...
Sojknabo entered the room, looking rushed. After sitting down, still catching his breath he said "So, I've heard the news from Wiel, I've already worked out ideas on how to salvage this sit-"
"That is not why I asked you to come" Gropo interrupted the Commissar "We will in fact discuss our reaction, but it will not involve any of the honey-tongued nonsense you might already have in mind. Please, take a moment to calm down and
have a drink"
It was only now that Sojknabo realized what company he and the director were in. Kolbaso, the Commissar of Defense was sitting to Gropo's left, to his right three uniformed men sat bolt upright listening carefully to every word Gropo said
One of them he knew. A high ranking general. Sojknabo had forgotten his name but he recognized the face. He had seen the man accompaying Commissar Kolbaso during one of their very rare meetings. The other two Sojknabo had not seen before
but he noticed that they wore navy uniforms.
Gropo must have sensed Sojknabos confusion during the short moment of silence: "May I introduce? Admiral Rafalido and Admiral Aleksido, I take it you're already familiar with General Pikapaŝo"
Suddenly Sojknabo realized what this discussion was going to be about. He ignored the etiquette and confronted the Director directly "You cannot be serious. Anything but that. Didn't you consider the collective trauma that would be brought up again by
any military action in-"
"Lake Majatra?!" Gropo raised his voice, once again interrupting Zardugal's chief diplomat "Of course I know what it will remind everyone of, that's why we're going to do it. Shows of force are the only language understood by these savages!"
The military officers nodded synchronously like uniformed robots.
Sojknabo sighed and looked at the documents lying on the table. Maps of Lake Majatra depicting the route of the submarine pipeline. Some positions had already been marked.
He had to do it. It was still impossible to challenge Gropo politically. Sojknabo's only alternative was to resign and let one of the Director's bootlicker take over. He had to remain in office to be able to intervene once the time is right
Gropo pierced Sojknabo with his gaze waiting for some kind of reaction
"Alright" Sojknabo broke the tense silence "Just educate me on the exact timetable of the operation and I will prepare a diplomatic strategy to balance out neutralizing international backlash and power projection once it is done"
Gropo smiled. Seemingly placated he began to explain:"Now did you know that anchors are actually quite dangerous contraptions when it comes to the integrity of submarine infrastructure"...
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