George Santayana
A warm, May breeze flew over the palace. The courtyard was always Skinner's favorite place. Even when he was just Director of the SSD, he would rest her after meetings. He didn't know why he liked it, especially when he was alone, like today. Perhaps he was attracted by the sweet smell of rose, perhaps the soft echos bouncing off the pond. He came here to think, to unwind. Today, he was here to decide.
He knew he needed to act soon. Was he to ignore the report, certainly allowing the attack to go on, or is he to ask his people to fight, drenching him in their blood? If only he could know. If only he could ask his predecessors, ask those wiser than him, more experienced than him, for answers. He can't though. Sorit is gone, a leader only in the hearts and minds of her constituents, including August. Damien is gone, a sniper made sure of that. Neuville can't answer, can't decide anymore. All of the shoulders for him to lean on are gone.
He tries to find an answer and deliberates with himself. He, a simply spy, cannot begin to comprehend the factors and stakes. Must he choose? Could he ignore the report? Could he turn a blind eye to the truth? Could he allow himself to sentence the Olpenese to live in fear? Fear that a Muqqadasian, or anyone else, could take their life for geopolitical reasons some might not even know about. No. He couldn't. He shouldn't.
But could he also allow his people to go to war? 800 dead is terrible but is it worth allowing- nay forcing- hundreds of thousands, millions even, to die? What about Muqqadasians, who like Olpenese carry no guilt, and earned no burden? What about mothers and fathers, separated from their children in missile strikes, artillery barrages, and crossfire? Is it his choice to sacrifice all those lives?
It's not, and yet he must.
He is Olpen's leader. His people, his family, his friends, and his voters place their trust in him. He made a promise when he became Chamber Minister. I, Chamber Minister Skinner, guarantee that, to the best of my ability, shall serve the people, the law, and the state of the Federation for as long as I live, so help me God. He made an oath, and he had to keep it. He had to put the Federation first. He had to put Olpen first. He had to put the people first. He would.
Official Press Conference
Field of Flags, Ministerial Palace - May 7th, 2028
]My fellow Olpenese citizens. I have grave news to share tonight. Our bravest, the courageous men and women in the Army Intelligence Corp and in the Secret Service Department, have uncovered an evil and illegal plot brewed by Muqqadasia against our Republic. The ruthless and unemotional government of Muqqadasia intended to attack innocent civilians, innocent blue-collar workers, innocent mothers, and innocent fathers in the Jaguar Oil and Energy Plant in Scezonia.
They accuse us of theft. They say we stole, years ago, their engineering. But what I find most funny is that they decided an adequate response to us stealing meaningless metal and wires is for them to steal members of communities, of families, to steal fathers and mothers. They decided they should steal Olpenese lives. We can not stand for this.
We tried so hard for peace. We secluded ourselves from foreign matters. We ignored the plights of civilians, in the vein hope we could become a peaceful nation, in the vein hope we could build a peaceful world. But Muqqadasia took this hope and crushed it. When their planners thought of the idea of murdering our peoples, when their officials approved, they killed the hope of peace. We must retaliate. We must defend ourselves.
Muqqadasia- they're not a failed state. They're unique. When usually we fight fascist regimes, we fight kakistocracies and mafia states. Not this time. Today, we fight a new threat, a more dangerous threat. We fight a state masquerading as a civilized republic, a state with elections and rights. But nevertheless, our fight is justified.
For we fight today a state which would kill our innocents, maim our civilians. We fight today a predator, and we cannot allow ourselves to become their prey, a slave state that lives its life to sustain another. We must, as our ancestors in the Children's Rebellion had, today fight for our freedom. Some might say we are free from kings and aristocracies, we are, but today we must fight for a new kind of freedom. Today, we must fight for freedom of life. The freedom to live without fear of death from an unseen enemy.
This is why we must, in our fight for freedom, destroy the government so dishonorable and so despotic that they would decide our lives. We ride with our allies, we ride with our resolve, and we ride with the dedication to ensure for our children a life free of attacks launched by foreign states! We will prevail, for we must prevail in the name of our children!
Vive notre Olpen, Vive les habitants d'Olpen, Vive notre grand Olpen!
He had done it. For the first time in his life, he had blood on his hands. He had sentenced, with only two thousand and three hundred words sentenced so many to die for causes they didn't need to. But they, his men, at least, did. They had to guarantee for their fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, a life without fear, a life where the great dragon of geopolitics did not loom over them, demanding sacrifices to feed its insatiable appatite.
The people had to fight for themselves the right to life.
Fatima Ismail glared at the paper she was holding. A declaration of war from Olpen. She was so furious, she could have spat. Those liars! Muqaddasia had never even thought of striking civilians! Ismail absentmindedly shredded the paper with her hands as she thought. Now everyone was going to attack Muqaddasia like rabid dogs. She sighed. Was she to negotiate? Try to stop endless battles? To be known as the one who tried to stop the invaders with words? Or was she to try and save Muqaddasia’s pride, to fight the enemy even though she was outnumbered? There was only one answer to that.
South Olpen has broken it’s neutrality and attacked. Galapagos and Janpia have broken the treaty and attacked. The Armenians have brought their betrayal a step further and attacked. People of Muqaddasia! We have been falsely accused of attempting to sabotage a power plant and kill civilians in South Olpen. They are liars! First they steal, then they lie, then they fight. The Armenians in the north, the Galapagosians in the west, the Olpenese in the south and the Janpians east have all become a faction of evil, bent on destroying our great nation once and for all.
But we shall fight! For every inch of land they take, they shall pay the price in blood. For every city they take, they shall pay the price in blood. For anything they take, we shall fight fiercely and as strong as lions! Muqaddasia must never fall!”