DEEPHEDGE, GREEN ZONE, THE ICE STATES
Lara Surr had flown into Deephedge from Matagalpa the previous night. She was looking forward to some rest before her meeting with Hiram Jelelope scheduled for the following day. As it usually was for a kríerlord, and despite her intentions, Lara managed to get very little sleep at all. Things had calmed down since the end of the fighting in the northern Ice States but, still, she was used to so little sleep that even when the opportunity came her body was unable to take it.
It was "trenta"-sized coffee in hand that she met with the jogornos at the empire's temporary administrative headquarters in the city. For the location, the Imperial Bureaucracy had aptly chosen the old Duke of Deephedge's castle, now that he wouldn't be needing it given the new world order. During the preceding weeks, it had been thoroughly sacked by agents of the imperial administration, who had stripped from it walls valuable paintings, from its rooms antique furniture, and just about any other sort of thing that made a good war trophy back home. In their place were put bleaker, minimalist, and cheaper replacements to furnish rooms occupied by the temporary administrative government of the Green Zone. Thus, in the conference room to which Lara was taken to, the central table was a rather mundane one that looked as if it had come from one of those build-it-yourself furniture stores for the masses.
The castle at Deephedge was not the only victim of a sacking. In the knowledge that the Green Zone would soon be returned to the full administration of the Icean communist government, the occupation area as a whole was thoroughly combed over for assets of value. It wasn't an entirely involuntary activity by part of the Iceans. Private businesses that had thrived prior to the civil war knew that the government would soon seize their property in the name of the people. From the very beginning, it was made a clear policy to offer government help, in the form of subsidies, securitized loans, and other forms of financial help, to any Icean business across the frontier in Nicaro. Even social help was extended in the form of new communities designed to ease migrating Iceans into a new society, along with places of worship and the like. It wasn't just businesspeople invited into the Golden Throne, but anybody and anyone seeking to escape the known quantity of communist oppression and poverty. A widespread propaganda campaign was launched to ensure willing Iceans had plenty of reasons to flee north.
Lara had helped to create much of the policy surrounding the relocation of as much Icean wealth and people as possible to Nicaro. They were not the only programs she oversaw while the Fuermak prepared its withdrawal. After a bit of small talk, Hiram questioned her on the other piece of imperial policy with regard to the new order in their neighbor to the south. He asked after they had spoken for a short while, "I should ask, how is our mutual friend?"
He was referring to a high-ranking general officer in the old imperial army of the Ice States who had been smuggled across the border into Nicaro before the communists would grab him. Lara answered, "He's fine. He seems excited about his new role. The Icean Terch is coming along quite nicely as well, at least as rapidly as it can, given the circumstances. It shan't be too long before it's ready for redeployment to Arras."
She was referring to the unit of almost 17,000 Iceans being put together in southern Nicaro, composed mostly of prisoners of war given the opportunity to temporarily serve in the Ejermacht as régulies — foreign soldiers in Macabéan service. Only a fraction of the prisoners taken had volunteered, but it would be enough to assemble a crack division of troops. They were meant as soldiers in Macabéan service in name only. Their true purpose was to aid in the overthrow of the communist government of the Ice States. Thus their ranks were filled with imperial sympathizers and, more importantly, staunch anticommunists. And it wasn't just prisoners of war who were recruited, but also Iceans who hadn't participated in the last war but were willing to join military service now that their homeland was being handed to the communists. For the time being, the terch was being organized in southern Nicaro, but it would transfer to the barracks island of Arras for training, maneuvering, and arming. It would be in Arras where it would turn into an elite unit.
The unit commander's identity was kept hidden for the time being to avoid the complication of having to respond to an extradition request. Best to keep the division's composition unknown until the last possible moment, that way any additional complications to relations between the two states could be avoided while the new treaty was being put fully in place. There would be other possible hiccups, no need to multiply them.
"Anyway," Lara said, "I wanted to give you your instructions in person. You are to vacate your offices here and relocate back to our embassy grounds in Magecastle, with the mission of leading our diplomatic efforts in this country. I need you to pay special attention to changes in the mood. Warn us of any possible instabilities and future power transitions. One thing that is clear is that the Ice States is not as stable as we may have at first assumed. I have no doubt in my mind that the communist regime will collapse just like the last one and we must be in a good position to continue our relationship with the future government, especially as it concerns our trade interests. In the short term, manage their expectations with regard to our military withdrawal. Ninety percent of our forces will be fully withdrawn within three weeks. The remainder will withdraw by the end of the fourth week. At that point, we will transfer the full administration of the Green Zone to the Icean government. But not before that point. They must be made to understand that point. Until our withdrawal is complete we will continue to temporarily administer the people of the Green Zone. It's vital that that be the case for us to complete as much of our transfer of people and property into Nicaro before we are no longer able to do so."
"Understood, kríerlord," replied Hiram. "You can trust in me to do my duty."
"Good," she said.
They spoke of these matters and others for another hour. Then Lara went to an early dinner in Deephedge, a city she doubted that she'd be back to. By night's curtain had fallen upon the land the kríerlord was back in the air and headed to Quitiruzú.
For his part, Hiram sent the new Icean government an information packet of the withdrawal schedule and requested that the details and specifics of the trade deal be formalized so that it would be ready to execute as soon as the withdrawal was complete.
Lara Surr had flown into Deephedge from Matagalpa the previous night. She was looking forward to some rest before her meeting with Hiram Jelelope scheduled for the following day. As it usually was for a kríerlord, and despite her intentions, Lara managed to get very little sleep at all. Things had calmed down since the end of the fighting in the northern Ice States but, still, she was used to so little sleep that even when the opportunity came her body was unable to take it.
It was "trenta"-sized coffee in hand that she met with the jogornos at the empire's temporary administrative headquarters in the city. For the location, the Imperial Bureaucracy had aptly chosen the old Duke of Deephedge's castle, now that he wouldn't be needing it given the new world order. During the preceding weeks, it had been thoroughly sacked by agents of the imperial administration, who had stripped from it walls valuable paintings, from its rooms antique furniture, and just about any other sort of thing that made a good war trophy back home. In their place were put bleaker, minimalist, and cheaper replacements to furnish rooms occupied by the temporary administrative government of the Green Zone. Thus, in the conference room to which Lara was taken to, the central table was a rather mundane one that looked as if it had come from one of those build-it-yourself furniture stores for the masses.
The castle at Deephedge was not the only victim of a sacking. In the knowledge that the Green Zone would soon be returned to the full administration of the Icean communist government, the occupation area as a whole was thoroughly combed over for assets of value. It wasn't an entirely involuntary activity by part of the Iceans. Private businesses that had thrived prior to the civil war knew that the government would soon seize their property in the name of the people. From the very beginning, it was made a clear policy to offer government help, in the form of subsidies, securitized loans, and other forms of financial help, to any Icean business across the frontier in Nicaro. Even social help was extended in the form of new communities designed to ease migrating Iceans into a new society, along with places of worship and the like. It wasn't just businesspeople invited into the Golden Throne, but anybody and anyone seeking to escape the known quantity of communist oppression and poverty. A widespread propaganda campaign was launched to ensure willing Iceans had plenty of reasons to flee north.
Lara had helped to create much of the policy surrounding the relocation of as much Icean wealth and people as possible to Nicaro. They were not the only programs she oversaw while the Fuermak prepared its withdrawal. After a bit of small talk, Hiram questioned her on the other piece of imperial policy with regard to the new order in their neighbor to the south. He asked after they had spoken for a short while, "I should ask, how is our mutual friend?"
He was referring to a high-ranking general officer in the old imperial army of the Ice States who had been smuggled across the border into Nicaro before the communists would grab him. Lara answered, "He's fine. He seems excited about his new role. The Icean Terch is coming along quite nicely as well, at least as rapidly as it can, given the circumstances. It shan't be too long before it's ready for redeployment to Arras."
She was referring to the unit of almost 17,000 Iceans being put together in southern Nicaro, composed mostly of prisoners of war given the opportunity to temporarily serve in the Ejermacht as régulies — foreign soldiers in Macabéan service. Only a fraction of the prisoners taken had volunteered, but it would be enough to assemble a crack division of troops. They were meant as soldiers in Macabéan service in name only. Their true purpose was to aid in the overthrow of the communist government of the Ice States. Thus their ranks were filled with imperial sympathizers and, more importantly, staunch anticommunists. And it wasn't just prisoners of war who were recruited, but also Iceans who hadn't participated in the last war but were willing to join military service now that their homeland was being handed to the communists. For the time being, the terch was being organized in southern Nicaro, but it would transfer to the barracks island of Arras for training, maneuvering, and arming. It would be in Arras where it would turn into an elite unit.
The unit commander's identity was kept hidden for the time being to avoid the complication of having to respond to an extradition request. Best to keep the division's composition unknown until the last possible moment, that way any additional complications to relations between the two states could be avoided while the new treaty was being put fully in place. There would be other possible hiccups, no need to multiply them.
"Anyway," Lara said, "I wanted to give you your instructions in person. You are to vacate your offices here and relocate back to our embassy grounds in Magecastle, with the mission of leading our diplomatic efforts in this country. I need you to pay special attention to changes in the mood. Warn us of any possible instabilities and future power transitions. One thing that is clear is that the Ice States is not as stable as we may have at first assumed. I have no doubt in my mind that the communist regime will collapse just like the last one and we must be in a good position to continue our relationship with the future government, especially as it concerns our trade interests. In the short term, manage their expectations with regard to our military withdrawal. Ninety percent of our forces will be fully withdrawn within three weeks. The remainder will withdraw by the end of the fourth week. At that point, we will transfer the full administration of the Green Zone to the Icean government. But not before that point. They must be made to understand that point. Until our withdrawal is complete we will continue to temporarily administer the people of the Green Zone. It's vital that that be the case for us to complete as much of our transfer of people and property into Nicaro before we are no longer able to do so."
"Understood, kríerlord," replied Hiram. "You can trust in me to do my duty."
"Good," she said.
They spoke of these matters and others for another hour. Then Lara went to an early dinner in Deephedge, a city she doubted that she'd be back to. By night's curtain had fallen upon the land the kríerlord was back in the air and headed to Quitiruzú.
For his part, Hiram sent the new Icean government an information packet of the withdrawal schedule and requested that the details and specifics of the trade deal be formalized so that it would be ready to execute as soon as the withdrawal was complete.