Harren Island and its people were dragged into the modern era by force, leading to almost a century of turbulent and chaotic times. It now stands at a crossroads; contested by three different administrations that each believe they're the best option for the future and all of which intend to end this century of strife and herald an age of stability and prosperity for Harren Island.
Harrenian Hegemony in Exile -
The Premier and his fleet of coastal defence ships, destroyers, torpedo boats and light raiding craft have blockaded all of Harren Island’s ports, actively chasing off neutral shipping and sinking any craft that attempted to leave port. The Port Cities subsequently attempted a breakout using a hastily armed ad-hoc flotilla of fishing vessels but only succeeded in causing a minor ecological incident when oil spilled into the channel and blocking their own harbour entrance with their lost vessels. Over the radio and on repeat, Balthazar has broadcast the following;
“I, Premier Balthazar of the Harrenian Hegemony, rightful ruler of Harren Island, have been wrongfully ousted by dangerous terrorists who will seek to overthrow lawful governments across the world. These insurgent organisations, claiming to peacefully represent Harren Island, are illegal, treasonous, illegitimate and under sentence of death. I hereby request the assistance of nations willing to help put down all of these treacherous international extremists and promise the friendship of a grateful and powerful country in the years to come.”
Fig. Harrenian Fishing Trawler hit after leaving port at 1632hrs. Sunk at 1701hrs losing 102 hands. Photo taken by the blockading forces.
Balthazar slid his hands up and down on the wet railing, enjoying the feeling of his grip on the cool metal as he basked in the warm rays of sunlight shining down on him and his fleet. He breathed in the salty sea air and tasted the tang on his lips as he gazed out past a rusty anchor chain and over the sharply-angled prow of his flagship, the HH Ascendancy, his largest Coastal Defence Ship. It was obsolete by any international standards and was laughably pathetic compared to any modern warship, however, it carried large guns and suited his purposes for now. He constantly compared it to the Super-Battleships of his dreams, ones he'd create, ones that could contest the Oceans against the other powers and forge an Harrenian Empire as large as Valyrien, if not larger. It only takes a great visionary to build a country into a superpower.
He considered having another one of the Port Cities bombarded to hasten their inevitable defeat but decided against it; he'd already used up enough ammunition on the capital and he needed to keep a supply available to deal with any shipping that dared to try and run the gauntlet. He snarled to himself as he stared out over the lapping waters to the buildings on the coast. These damned rebels had cost him time. For what? He had initially laughed when he noticed the rolling blackouts, amused by their inability to maintain even the simplest things without his leadership but now it irked him that they had been able to cast him out at all.
Someone would be punished for that and dearly. They jeopardized and delayed Harren's glorious future for nothing but selfish desires. He spun away from the railing and angrily marched back past the forward turret and made his way to the bridge. Everyone he passed snapped to attention, including the Captain when he arrived. Disregarding them all, he clicked his fingers and ordered, 'Fire a single broadside into the City. Remind them that destiny is waiting.'
Harrenian Confederacy of Port Cities -
Having only just recently converted into a direct democracy, hundreds of sweeping changes were rapidly proposed, voted on and implemented across the entire Confederacy. At first, these were quality of life improvements to rescind some of the worst policies implemented by Balthazar and that improved things. Unfortunately, a lot of decisions were made without consideration to larger issues or how they’d effect society as a whole and this has led to, among a list of other issues, rampant hyperinflation, rocketing crime rates and failures to provide essential services. A few influential speakers started to sway votes towards more sensible choices before Balthazar’s Blockade jeopardised what little progress had been made and threw them into a state of anarchy. With the fishing fleets trapped and virtually no agricultural infrastructure to speak of, the Confederacy has declared a state of famine.
Fig. One of the empty state-run shops. Food banks and national stockpiles are similarly empty. Photo taken by a local.
Alex had risen up with the rest when Balthazar was overthrown, he had taken up his rifle and joined the Citizen Militias, he had even fired it at a State Police Unit that had been trying to maintain order even though he didn't believe he'd hit anyone. Now he wondered why they had ever done it. He was hungry and whilst he had a say, he didn't have a meal.
*Ding* Alex glanced down at his phone and opened the Confederate Politics App.
STATE PROPOSAL - Consider Negotiations with Balthazar. (Yes/No/Abstain)
He hovered over yes before deciding against it and clicked 'No'. He wasn't desperate enough yet to consider that. 'No' won by a significant margin and Alex smiled, another win for this system. There were problems of course but no system was perfect and there are teething issues to work out. He laughed at that, teeth, was everything about food?
Checking the new public forums, he found a trending video with over a million views discussing the situation, laying out the facts as they were commonly known and projecting possible futures depending on state choices. The point on the video that raised the most controversy was the statement, 'If the Confederacy continues to be paralyzed and fails to take any relevant action in time, the famine can only lead to cannibalism and an eventual restoration of Balthazar regardless of the Confederacy's desires'. Alex was about to post a comment in response when he had a better idea.
He rapidly typed out a Proposal in the App, whilst his stomach rumbled, and submitted it.
*Ding*
STATE PROPOSAL - To prevent worst case scenario, make cannibalism punishable by death. (Yes/No/Abstain)
Alex smugly clicked 'Yes'. That eventuality had to be prevented at all costs and it seemed like the people agreed with him because the law passed pretty much instantly with almost a unanimous vote. There, worst case scenario prevented.
In her home, the creator of the video stared with incredulity at the App and the most recently ratified law. How could people be so fucking stupid? She stared out her window at the City and the hordes of people mobbing around like ants in the streets below protesting about the shortages and cried, howling in rage and frustration before breaking down and laughing hysterically. They finally have the freedom to govern their own lives and this is what they make of it?!
*Ding*
She threw the phone out of the window.
She followed.
Harrenian Heartlands -
The Heartlands had foreseen a food supply issue after being cut off by the Port Cities and had already instituted an emergency rationing system and an agricultural development program prior to Balthazar’s Blockade. However, these last minute measures have only put a dent in the issue and the Heartlands are long way from becoming self-sufficient. In addition, they’ve begun the construction of defensive lines and positions in case of an attack from the Confederacy that vastly outnumbers them. The University of Harren has released the following press statement;
‘We are aware exactly how vulnerable our position is, especially given the recent state of affairs with Premier Balthazar’s Blockading forces and the desperate situation they have caused in the Confederacy. We are actively seeking out allies ’
Fig. Defensive position somewhere in the Heartlands. Photo provided by the Harrenian University.
University Director Nathaniel Lockwood straightened his suit as he descended the stairs to the conference chamber. He'd been constantly darting between meetings, dealing with issues as they cropped up and making preparations to weather the coming storm. Stopping outside the door, he pulled his comb out and tidied his hair before steadying himself and walking through into the crowded room, snaking his way to the podium at the front and testing the microphone.
'Ladies and Gentlemen. I shall be honest. If the Confederacy were to invade tomorrow morning, it would be over by noon. We don't have the time, materials, industrial capability or manpower to establish a significant defence but hopefully our very public efforts to do so will delay any potential invasion for as long as possible. We need to use each and every second to improve our position. Today, we shall plan exactly that, our long term survival strategy.'
Four hours later, Nathaniel left the meeting with a feeling of cautious optimism. He headed to the dining hall in order to get his day's ration and take a moment to reflect on the decisions made. It was determined that three things were necessary to give the Heartlands a fighting chance; a source of food until self-sufficiency is achieved in eighteen months, a supply of heavy weapons to decimate the militias the Confederacy could muster, and the destruction or obstruction of Balthazar's fleet to relieve the entire situation.
To those ends, feelers were being extended to mercenary groups and foreign nations across the world. The flaw in the plan being; the Heartlands can't promise much apart from antiques and treasures recovered in dig sites and the recently discovered library and even then, nothing can be provided up front due to them being entirely cut off in the middle of Harren Island. Negotiations were going to be difficult or costly. Or both.