Gabivkovo Square, Downtown Poldi’sk, Novikov
Gabivkovo Square was a solid mass of people, filling the great cobbled thoroughfare which led past the broad low façade of the Lord Advocate’s offices and the looming National Armory up to the political heart of Novikov – the Parliamentary Hall. On the steps leading up to the hall a line of grey-clad Polícia stood between the growing throngs and a small cluster of Novikov’s political elite.
The crowd peacefully milled about the wide square. An assembly was being called, the radio had announced yesterday, and at 16:00 Alicia Cermak, the Secretary of State for Novikov, would deliver an address to the nation. Now, as 15:59 quickly ticked away, the bubbling excitement in the crowd began to die down, and a hush slowly descended on downtown Poldi’sk as twenty-thousand eyes turned to watch Pani Cermak step out from the Parliament’s weathered oak doors and into the sunlight, surrounded by her colleagues.
Approaching sixty-two, the woman’s slouched stature and grey-flecked hair made her look older, and the traditional black scarf of the Novikovian Orthodox faith which covered her head evoked images of babička, the kindly old grandmother, in the minds of younger onlookers. She lifted a slender hand, her simple golden wedding band glinting in the strong light, and the hushed murmur of the crowd ceased, replaced only by the distant sounds of the city and the rustle of a strong sea-breeze.
Clearing her throat, Secretary Cermak stepped to the small podium prepared for her, carefully adjusting the microphones and straightening her posture before beginning to speak in her soft, lilting tone, using the Czech language so familiar to her Novikovian listeners.
“My fellow citizens,” she began, taking a deep breath, eyes momentarily closing, as though preparing to plunge into water. “My fellow citizens, today the Novikovian Parliament, in conjunction with other governmental agencies across Oceania, voted unanimously to declare a state of national emergency within the Home Country of Novikov.
“For over six years, the people of Novikov have permitted a war criminal and a traitor to live among them. Monica Kacnerova, the leader of the Free Nationalist Party (NVP), has been living in hiding in the Gabriko Islands, where she has received the aid and support of the local population. From this secure base, her faction’s militant Free Nationalist Front has conducted constant attacks against civilians and security personnel loyal to the legitimate Novikovian government. These attacks have claimed the lives of over thirteen-thousand of our citizens and have caused over ten billion Euro in damages. Furthermore, the weakness of our security forces in the region has allowed the Free Nationalist Front to gain de-facto control of the Gabriko Islands region.
“No longer will this situation be tolerated. Therefore, effective as of 24:00 tonight, the Free Nationalist Party is declared an illegal terrorist organization. Those seats occupied by the NVP, either in the Novikovian Parliament or the Parliament of the United Kingdom, shall be considered vacant until such a time as either the former officeholder can appear before Parliament to swear allegiance to the government of Novikov and to the United Kingdom or until elections can be organized in those districts so effected.
“Furthermore, it pains me to say that a state of conflict now exists between the state of Novikov and the group known as the Free Nationalist Front. Until all fighters of the Free Nationalist Front and other forces loyal to the Kacnerova regime lay down their arms and the Gabriko Islands are returned to their proper law and governance; until Kacnerova and other criminals are captured and brought to trial for their crimes, this government, and indeed all the people of Novikov, shall not rest. Therefore, the the commander of the Novikovian Security Forces, in concert with the Oceanian military, has begun to prepare for offensive actions against the Free Nationalist Front.”
A great commotion erupted within the crowd, men and women with upraised hands, flailing and gesturing as they shouted out their surprise, and dismay, and questions. After several excited minutes the tumult grew less, and Cermak raised both hands into the air, displaying her enormous influence as twenty-thousand voices faltered and stopped. As silence again descended on the square the aging Secretary turned from the crowd to a small cluster of reporters grouped to her left on the lower steps of Parliament.
“Pani Cermak, what about the thirty million citizens trapped in Gabriko?”
“All loyal citizens should take shelter in their homes. We will not target the people of Gabriko. These military actions are not directed at them – even those who openly support Kacnerova. Our goal is simply to drive the NVF from Gabriko and, if possible, to capture the NVF leadership, including Kacnerova herself.”
“What will happen if Kacnerova is captured?” Another reporter shouted, his hand outstretched, excitedly clenching a pencil. As Cermak responded, his head dropped and he began to frantically scribble on a small notepad.
“She will be brought to trial for her crimes, first here in Novikov and then across the United Kingdom. I’m sure the people of Adarton and many other Celerian cities would like to have her after we are finished. But rest assured, she will be treated humanely and justly in accordance with the Geneva Conventions.”
“Some have said this is a political ploy, and that the Liberal Democrats will use this opportunity to destroy the NV in order to further their own power. What do you say to that?”
Carefully covering her mouth with a frail hand, Secretary Cermak cleared her throat. Her shoulders hunched as she raised her head, she seemed shrunken by the barrage of questions. Wearing her same kindly but pained look, she slowly answered.
“The NVP have for four years refused to participate in the governance of Novikov. Their representatives have never visited Poldi’sk or Imperium so that our Parliaments may hear their voices. This refusal to participate in normal governance has branded them outlaws. If they will not cooperate with other elements of government, they must be removed in order to ensure the just and proper governance that the people of Novikov deserve.”
With that, Secretary Cermak lowered her head, turning from the podium, and walked back through the creaking doors of Parliament. The heavy oak closed behind her, all but blocking the noise of the stunned crowd outside. Settling into a leather chair in the main hall, she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, the stillness of the hall no escape from the prying voices echoing in her mind.