“I’m sorry, but what?”
The Intelligence Officer looked on in utter disbelief at the report, the Xylavvian fleet - whatever they were called - utilized flying and overarmed airships.
Something that had been ruled utterly impractical by hundreds of boards before. A flying carrier was an inane idea - it was a huge target that could go up if a single firecracker was thrown at it. Something more brittle than the Orion ships in orbit.
“What are these guys on? This is insane.”
The ruffling of notes filled the small cramped room as the officer flicked through the large packet, looking on with utter and complete disbelief.
“The hell? Unbalanced fleets? Is this a circus?”
It was on display. Open for them to take. The sheer incompetence of all sides involved, ranging from massive airships - yes, those things, to utilization of outdated LSTs from a conflict that took place decades ago. Something that the Weltkrians could deal with - even with a half-decaying and corrupt military.
The officer glares at his colleague as he reaches the last part of the report.
“You want to use…” the terrifying ruffling of papers fills the colleague's ears as he continues to read.
“Repurposed space-to-space munitions to terminate these targets.”
“I have two words. Are you crazy?”
The Intelligence Officer looked on in utter disbelief at the report, the Xylavvian fleet - whatever they were called - utilized flying and overarmed airships.
Something that had been ruled utterly impractical by hundreds of boards before. A flying carrier was an inane idea - it was a huge target that could go up if a single firecracker was thrown at it. Something more brittle than the Orion ships in orbit.
“What are these guys on? This is insane.”
The ruffling of notes filled the small cramped room as the officer flicked through the large packet, looking on with utter and complete disbelief.
“The hell? Unbalanced fleets? Is this a circus?”
It was on display. Open for them to take. The sheer incompetence of all sides involved, ranging from massive airships - yes, those things, to utilization of outdated LSTs from a conflict that took place decades ago. Something that the Weltkrians could deal with - even with a half-decaying and corrupt military.
The officer glares at his colleague as he reaches the last part of the report.
“You want to use…” the terrifying ruffling of papers fills the colleague's ears as he continues to read.
“Repurposed space-to-space munitions to terminate these targets.”
“I have two words. Are you crazy?”
Comrades!
The Socialist Principality of Santoak, our fellow socialist nation, is under threat. She is besieged on all sides by the global capitalist, those who dare to trample on the workers of the world. She is besieged by the tykes and monopolists who use the veneer of “moralism” and “control” as sheer excuses to wrestle control of the Santoaki Proletariat.
Comrades, make no mistake. Stonehenge is a throne to what the World Proletariat can achieve - the protection of the world from asteroids is something that no capitalist nation has event achieved.
They are jealous. The international capitalist conspiracy slouches forward, jealous of what we can achieve. What the worker can achieve.
What have the Capitalists achieved? Nothing!
It was us, the Weltkrians, who built the first space elevator.
It was us, the Weltkrians, who watched the Revolution sprint across space.
It was the Santoaki who built a railgun array to protect the world - the worker.
In that time, what have the so-called “great” nations of Oranda or Ardenia achieved? Nothing!
Comrades, it has become patently obvious that the capitalist way of life is gone. No longer will they sit on throne of ego and wealth - no, Santoak is a statement.
Santoak shows that socialist nations can eclipse capitalistic nations.
And what is the response of those nations? Instead of following logic - instead of following Santoak, they cling to their old ways. To the ways that we fought against, to the ways that we freed ourselves from.
Make no mistake, capitalism is on its way out. The efforts of misguided comrades or those who dare oppose us will not stand in our way.
Capitalists of the world, hear this!
The Reds are coming.
Johannes Grunat, Premier WSP
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