Natural Preserve 006, Airstrip One, Goodrule Spanish Three
Deep beneath the forest, in places so secret that not even the almost all-seeing eye of the Goodbrother, his millions of surveillance cameras and unmanned drones, knew about, men gathered and prepared themselves for the decisive day. Among many false walls, secret passages and security systems, they gathered the best they could of information about the ongoing events, as men lived and died for England's last hope of liberty. However, sometimes, there were disagreements. Next to rounded marble table, twelve masked individuals sat down, with one spotlight above, as they looked at a map, a map of Britain and of indications of presence of Goodrule and Layartebian forces, with an annotation: "No hostile engagements since W-Day". An old tape recorder lied on the table, as one of the men, sighing first, moved his gloved hand to press the "play" button, as a voice began to announce:
"Not with a thousand years of tyranny, will the spirit of England be broken. The misery and oppression brought by the traitor of our original cause, the Goodbrother, has shadowed the sum of all past atrocities and acts of brutality against the innocent and the helpless, plunging much of Western Europe in a new dark age, forcing many of our people into inhumane labor and starvation, and taking alway from us all we held dear: Families gathered by love rather than by the force, colleagues made by friendship rather than by force, the right to see our loved ones whenever we want to, to travel and visit our relatives in other cities with no restrictions."
A click on the pause, as a voice than echoed, amplified by the acoustic profile of the room and materials it was built from, as the same faceless man who played the tape arose from his wooden seat, thrusting his hand at the map;
"The Layartebians haven't broken the military might of the Goodrule! The war still didn't go beyond the initial act of aggression." he pointed to the annotation, violently, shoving the map off the table, "and now you have declared war against our enemies! Do you know the consequences? Do you understand that the risks we are taking from doing this could damn our nation to an eternity of tyranny?"
"Operation Loch Ness was our last trump card!" another masked man objected, as he also stood, "we now can either wait as the Goodrule destroy the last vestiges of the desire for liberty from our people or take actions! Freedom requires unyielding courage! We have been in hiding for long enough! We already have sufficient conditions to stage our revolution! We have millions ready to act on the go signal!"
The other masked man simply tilted his head, as he gestured towards the tape recorder once again, while someone pushed the map back to the center of the table. The starter of the discussion then pressed the "play" button once again, as the gathering listened to the rest of the speech.
"They said it was an emergency, but there is no longer an emergency, but we allowed them to get through. They began slowly, to take one by one our sources of dignity and happiness, until we became nothing but empty shells, corpses shambling as zombies to the will of the Goodbrother. It is no lie that you may die from simply being in the 'wrong' place and time and listening to this, so remember that you should not simply let them take you away. Now, as you read this, you already have no choices besides fighting to death or surrendering to a slow, painful death through hideous torture and brutality. However, there is yet hope. You may not be alive once finally comes the day for us to breath freely, but think about those around you, about the children who cry for our help as the government kidnaps them from our families, abuses from them and turn them into broken shells, think of all your good friends that vanished without a trace, think that by fighting, the worst you'll have is a less painful death. Carry on, do not hesitate, and if you are old enough to remember of the times we were still free, think about how we could achieve something even greater right now. The Goodrule is the last gasp of tyranny, the constricting hand of a dying man over our necks. If we survive it, if we prove ourselves ready to let the flowers of November to blossom once again, we shall deserve something far greater than all the achievements of past struggles for freedom, and give to our children the best society that has ever existed in mankind history. And we must succeed, no matter the cost, for the fate of our nations, and of the human races, lies now at your hands. God bless England, God Bless Iberia."
The recording then ended, as the man removed the tape from the recorder, and while holding it on the palm of his glove, he explained, still showing dissatisfaction with how things ended:
"'Not with a thousand years of tyranny, will the spirit of England be broken' is the go signal our millions of sympathizers have been waiting for. As of now, a handful of secret caches of weaponry are being used and, from those who would inevitably end being brutalized by the 'Good'rule, men and women are being recruited to fight to the end. However," he pointed again to the map, "the Goodrule remains at the peak of their military might, and although at first they will use their secret police only, once they realize the magnitude of this operation, they may resort to anything to ensure their perpetuity in power, including the use of nuclear, biological and chemical weapons."
"While the Layarteb Navy is breathing at their necks and the Emperor of Layarteb needs no more than one pretext to start a real war? I find it very unlikely. Although the goal of provoking anything besides a cold war between Layarteb and the Goodrule failed, we have still achieved enough to limit the capabilities of our enemy from acting against our revolution." another masked man raised from his seat.
"I have doubts we could maintain a revolution like this, and something critical was missing: the almost complete crippling of their Air Force by Layarteb, for the Goodrule could firebomb cities that became beyond their control with impunity, like they once did. And even if we achieve victory, had we planned further another false flag operation, the toll of the revolution would have been far smaller."
"It'll come to a moment when the pilot is ordered to kill his own parents and children. No brainwashing can overrule basic instincts. And besides, " the other masked man shouted passionatedly, "every second we wait in cowardice, one more innocent is murdered by the fascist enemy in a hideous manner! Not like the brave men advancing against those who try to take their freedom, but like abused and tortured guinea pigs at the hands of sadists! Is that what we are going to wait for? For the next five million of victims from this government?"
"Unfortunately," the masked man who began the discussion then took his seat again, "my opinions are of no relevance, as now the go signal has been broadcast to every television, every public television across all the nations enslaved by the Goodrule, through a computer virus we developed, covertly added to the most recent Goodbrother speech by one of our men who have taken his secrets away with his own life."
He then finalized, by pointing again at the map: "And even as men live an die for freedom, who knows if Layarteb wouldn't take advantage of our revolution to attempt conquering our nations? We have been reckless, and now we have to find ways to deal with the consequences and still secure our dreams. As I am speaking, many are already preparing for the first of many street battles I expect to occur. Much blood shall be shed, innocent blood, and it may yet end in vain, however," he then rose once again, as he finished, "no matter what it takes, we must achieve victory. Today we are at war against the Goodrule, don't try to think we aren't in a war just because we are right now, safely below a hole to plan a strategy and gather information about the soon to start conflict instead of fighting outside. This is our only chance, we must not waste it!"
The first domino felt, there were still thousands, and at any time, they could stop falling. Something perhaps worse than a war with Layarteb in how many dead would come from it was beginning.
(OOC: Thread in progress. It'll be mostly a story, but it's open to intervention later)
