Tropic Thunder: Anmativeda's Civil War
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Chianmei, Anmativeda
6:32 PM, August 24, 2020
Than Win glanced over his shoulder as he walked the streets of the country’s largest city. It was getting late and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to make it back home before the military junta’s curfew set in at 8. Oh well, he thought, wouldn’t be the first time he would have had to sneak through the city’s streets. The usually crowded streets of Chianmei waned with the sun’s light.
Than Win’s eyes were drawn to his destination. It was quite hard to miss the Anmativeda Students’ Front for Democracy’s regional headquarters was hard to miss. The organization‘s flags hung proudly from the shabby, old concrete building’s facade: a red peacock lunging at a red star on the nation’s ubiquitous yellow field. He hadn’t visited in a long time and wasn’t even a member of the organization any longer but it was hard to have ignored the invitation to meet some old friends.
He rapped his knuckles on the building’s locked door and tried to take a peek through its shuttered windows. The inside was dark and the windows were shuttered, had the Thhar* already shut the ASFD down? Just as he was about to abandon his mission, the door creaked its way open and the face of a middle aged Araki man with thinning hair peeked out. Just as he was about to greet his old friend, Than Win was grabbed by the shirt collar and pulled into the building.
The man locked the door behind the two of them and peeked between the blinds. “Were you followed, Ko Than Win*?”
“As far as I can tell, no. I see you’ve gotten no better at greeting guests, Ko Soe Naing.” Than Win straightened his shirt and grinned at his friend from a bygone age of his life.
Soe Naing returned the grin with a smile that was a few teeth short of a full set. “Only one of us learned the niceties of civilization after we left the jungles.” With a gesture, Soe Naing led Than Win through the labyrinth of desks and old desktop computers to a door at the back of the building. “This is what I called you here for, Ko. Nothing that happens in this room leaves this room, understand?” Than Win nodded and thought of what could be so exciting as to have him agree to silence.
A group of men sat around the meeting table, on which sat a number of firearms. It took Than Win a moment to recognize Vice President Makara Soun without his characteristic combover and black suit. Shocked, Than Win quickly bowed before turning to Soe Naing. “Why is the vice president sitting at a table in your office?” He hissed to his old friend.
“Eh. There’s a lot to explain. Sit, Ko Than Win.” The pair sat in their seats at the table. Soe Naing grabbed a rifle from the table and rested it across his lap. “Gentlemen, this is Than Win. He is one of the best smooth talkers I’ve ever met in my time with the Front.”
Vice President Makara Soun raised an eyebrow, “Really? He looks like a clerk.”
Than Win cut off Soe Naing’s answer, “That’s because I am. Ko Soe Naing, please explain to me why I’m here and why the vice president of the country is at this table.”
“I apologize for not telling you beforehand but you can see the sensitive nature of this meeting. We need to get the vice president out of the city.” Soe Naing replied as if it were the most normal statement in the world.
Than Win protested, “I’m not a militant anymore, Ko Soe Naing, I’m a middle manager!”
“Ko Than Win, your inclusion is a precaution. The plan has already been put in place. It’ll be a little adventure, a final send off, two days max. Do this for me and I’ll never ask anything from you ever again, Ko.”
“Fine. If it’ll get you out of my hair.” Than Win relented.
“Are you two done bickering? What’s the plan?!” Makara Soun said, obviously annoyed. “We’re wasting time, Maung Soe Naing*.”
“Of course. We will go to the Park of the Revolution. There, I have arranged for my associates to provide us with police vehicles and uniforms. We will put on those uniforms and use those vehicles to ensure we do not arouse suspicion. From there, we will drive to the village of Zon Do. I have connections there who can keep you out of the public eye, at least for now.”
“And the guns?” Than Win inquired.
“What do you think they’re there for? We kill anyone who tries to take the Vice President.” Soe Naing remarked as if this contingency were as simple as taking off one’s shoes before entering an office.
Than Win grumbled “Glad we cleared that up.”
“Enough complaining.” Soe Naing said. “We have a schedule to stick to and we must leave soon if we want to keep it.” He stood and slung the rifle over his shoulder. Soe Naing slid one of the pistols across the table to Than Win and pushed one of the rifles towards the vice president. “Let’s go.”
*The Thhar is the military of Anmativeda, which initiated a coup against the democratically elected government on August 21, 2020
*Ko is an honorific used in Anmativeda for a man of similar age, roughly means “brother”
*Maung is an honorific used to refer to a man younger than oneself
Originally posted here
6:32 PM, August 24, 2020
Than Win glanced over his shoulder as he walked the streets of the country’s largest city. It was getting late and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to make it back home before the military junta’s curfew set in at 8. Oh well, he thought, wouldn’t be the first time he would have had to sneak through the city’s streets. The usually crowded streets of Chianmei waned with the sun’s light.
Than Win’s eyes were drawn to his destination. It was quite hard to miss the Anmativeda Students’ Front for Democracy’s regional headquarters was hard to miss. The organization‘s flags hung proudly from the shabby, old concrete building’s facade: a red peacock lunging at a red star on the nation’s ubiquitous yellow field. He hadn’t visited in a long time and wasn’t even a member of the organization any longer but it was hard to have ignored the invitation to meet some old friends.
He rapped his knuckles on the building’s locked door and tried to take a peek through its shuttered windows. The inside was dark and the windows were shuttered, had the Thhar* already shut the ASFD down? Just as he was about to abandon his mission, the door creaked its way open and the face of a middle aged Araki man with thinning hair peeked out. Just as he was about to greet his old friend, Than Win was grabbed by the shirt collar and pulled into the building.
The man locked the door behind the two of them and peeked between the blinds. “Were you followed, Ko Than Win*?”
“As far as I can tell, no. I see you’ve gotten no better at greeting guests, Ko Soe Naing.” Than Win straightened his shirt and grinned at his friend from a bygone age of his life.
Soe Naing returned the grin with a smile that was a few teeth short of a full set. “Only one of us learned the niceties of civilization after we left the jungles.” With a gesture, Soe Naing led Than Win through the labyrinth of desks and old desktop computers to a door at the back of the building. “This is what I called you here for, Ko. Nothing that happens in this room leaves this room, understand?” Than Win nodded and thought of what could be so exciting as to have him agree to silence.
A group of men sat around the meeting table, on which sat a number of firearms. It took Than Win a moment to recognize Vice President Makara Soun without his characteristic combover and black suit. Shocked, Than Win quickly bowed before turning to Soe Naing. “Why is the vice president sitting at a table in your office?” He hissed to his old friend.
“Eh. There’s a lot to explain. Sit, Ko Than Win.” The pair sat in their seats at the table. Soe Naing grabbed a rifle from the table and rested it across his lap. “Gentlemen, this is Than Win. He is one of the best smooth talkers I’ve ever met in my time with the Front.”
Vice President Makara Soun raised an eyebrow, “Really? He looks like a clerk.”
Than Win cut off Soe Naing’s answer, “That’s because I am. Ko Soe Naing, please explain to me why I’m here and why the vice president of the country is at this table.”
“I apologize for not telling you beforehand but you can see the sensitive nature of this meeting. We need to get the vice president out of the city.” Soe Naing replied as if it were the most normal statement in the world.
Than Win protested, “I’m not a militant anymore, Ko Soe Naing, I’m a middle manager!”
“Ko Than Win, your inclusion is a precaution. The plan has already been put in place. It’ll be a little adventure, a final send off, two days max. Do this for me and I’ll never ask anything from you ever again, Ko.”
“Fine. If it’ll get you out of my hair.” Than Win relented.
“Are you two done bickering? What’s the plan?!” Makara Soun said, obviously annoyed. “We’re wasting time, Maung Soe Naing*.”
“Of course. We will go to the Park of the Revolution. There, I have arranged for my associates to provide us with police vehicles and uniforms. We will put on those uniforms and use those vehicles to ensure we do not arouse suspicion. From there, we will drive to the village of Zon Do. I have connections there who can keep you out of the public eye, at least for now.”
“And the guns?” Than Win inquired.
“What do you think they’re there for? We kill anyone who tries to take the Vice President.” Soe Naing remarked as if this contingency were as simple as taking off one’s shoes before entering an office.
Than Win grumbled “Glad we cleared that up.”
“Enough complaining.” Soe Naing said. “We have a schedule to stick to and we must leave soon if we want to keep it.” He stood and slung the rifle over his shoulder. Soe Naing slid one of the pistols across the table to Than Win and pushed one of the rifles towards the vice president. “Let’s go.”
*The Thhar is the military of Anmativeda, which initiated a coup against the democratically elected government on August 21, 2020
*Ko is an honorific used in Anmativeda for a man of similar age, roughly means “brother”
*Maung is an honorific used to refer to a man younger than oneself
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Chianmei, Anmativeda
9:04 PM, August 24, 2020
The plan has gone off without a hitch so far. A fact that Than Win should’ve expected given his associate’s record of hitch-less plans so far. Soe Naing’s “business partners” had turned out to be a group of police officers who were looking to disappear for a while and were willing to fork over their equipment and state issued vehicles to do so. Now, Than Win sat shotgun in a police truck, his surrogate uniform riding wrong in all the right places and his pistol hanging heavy from his belt holster.
By this time in the evening the streets of this area were completely clear aside from the occasional army or police patrol enforcing the curfew. The Vice President sat behind him, one of his few remaining presidential guards next to him. At some point in the last three days, Makara Soun’s signature combover hair had been shaved. This, alongside a surgical mask despite his health and a police uniform was a decent enough disguise for the man.
Than Win was growing very tired of riding in silence. Music couldn’t be played without blowing their cover and it seemed that the other occupants of the truck were in little mood to talk. Than Win cleared his throat, “So, Vice President, how did you escape the Thhar for all this time?”
The vice president’s bodyguard made a whispered remark, likely to the effect that the vice president didn’t need to answer that question. But he cleared his throat anyway and said, “Well, I guess I just outsmarted them somehow. I wasn’t where they thought I would be.” The vice president shifted about in his seat. “I made a little unplanned visit to see my sister here in Chianmei the night before. Those traitorous dogs must’ve just assumed I would be at home when they came to arrest the government. I wasn’t.”
“So how’d you end up with the Front?” Than Win probed. Might as well get as much information as he could.
Makara Soun sighed from the back seat. “My sister’s kids are members. They convinced me it was the safest option. I’ve been in and out of safe houses for days now.” A thought seemed to occur to the vice president, “Have you ever been to this… Zon Do place you are taking me?”
The memories flooded back to Than Win in an instant. It was like he was back there again. “I- yeah. It used to be Ko Soe Naing and I’s haunt back during the insurgency. It’s a good place; they’ll protect you.”
The Vice President seemed to have become lost in thought for several moments. “Funny how that works. Twenty-five years ago you were an insurgent and I was an exile. Now, here you are with a pistol on your hip taking me to a village to hide away in. I fear we may soon have lost twenty-five years of progress.”
“Unfortunately, you may be correct in that, Maung Makara Soun. Twenty-five years of democracy, gone in an instant because some generals wanted more political power.” The convoy turned a corner and what Than Win saw almost made his blood cold. A handful of soldiers mulled about the area and as the small convoy of certainly-not-stolen police vehicles approached, one of the men motioned for them to stop. His hand was on the grip of his rifle so stop they did. “Shit. I’ll go talk to them.” Than Win turned to the vehicle's driver, a young man that couldn’t have been much older than eighteen and said, “Come back me up, kid.” He looked back at the now much paler Vice President and his bodyguard in the back seat, “Stay here. Keep your heads down if this gets hairy.”
Than Win threw open his door and stepped out of the car. Other fake police officers had exited their vehicles as well, including Soe Naing. He noted that the soldiers seemed fidgety and had their hands on their weapons. A soldier wearing the emblem of a corporal called out, “Whoever’s in charge come here. The rest of you best stay where you are.”
As Than Win had been given a lieutenant’s uniform and the instructions to handle any interruptions such as this, he marched towards the soldiers. “Lieutenant Bo Linn Zeyar, National People’s Police. What can I do for you, comrades?” Than Win slipped into his disguise with near startling accuracy to the other disguised militants. The term Comrade still left a bad taste in his mouth whenever he spoke it. A relic, it was, of the days of the People’s Republic that still held on in the military that in many ways still revered those days.
The corporal looked up at Than Win with a predator’s eyes. Than Win noted that his rifle was one of the few bullpup models that were distributed to the elite airborne troops. This guy was bad news. “Yes, Comrade, you can tell me what your convoy is doing out here. We were not informed by Command that any law enforcement units would be transiting this area.”
“Of course, of course. We’re just on our way back to the precinct for the night. One of my subordinates must have failed to call that into Command, Comrade.”
The corporal raised an eyebrow, “Your leadership leaves much to be desired then, Lieutenant. Where have you come from?”
“We came from the Southern Industrial District. We were sent to break up a workers’ protest this morning. It’s been a long day, corporal, and if you would kindly let us pass we would all like to go home and get some rest.” Than Win tried his best for a disarming smile but the soldier’s eyes seemed to bore holes in his skull.
“Hmm” the soldier wondered, “I heard those protests had been put down hours ago.”
“We were kept behind to avoid another riot from forming. Now, comrade, I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I would very much like to have dinner soon.” Than Win lied through his teeth. He turned and gestured to the men behind him. He counted around a dozen disguised militants now standing by the cars and trucks of the convoy. “They haven’t eaten either, corporal. If you keep us here much longer then I will be writing a very angry message to your supervisor.”
The soldier’s face seemed to soften for a second as he deliberated within his mind. “Alright, Lieutenant. Let me call you into Command and you’ll be free to go.” The man turned to return to his own vehicle.
Than Win’s hands seemed to move with a mind of their own. Before he had even realized what he was doing he had already pulled the pistol from its holster and fired two shots into the retreating soldier’s back. Time seemed to slow as he watched the man slump to the ground. It all happened so fast. He spotted movement at the edge of his constricted eyesight: a soldier trying to bring his rifle to his shoulder. Than Win whipped his pistol towards the man and pulled the trigger. The buck of the pistol in his hand and the snap of the bullet sent both Than Win and the soldier scrambling for cover.
Than Win found himself crouched behind an old junker car on the side of the road. The chatter of automatic gunfire had begun in earnest now as both sides exchanged fusillades of lead at each other. Glass from the windshield cascaded over his shoulders like snow.
Than Win hadn’t held a gun in decades and yet it now, once again, felt almost natural to him. It was muscle memory, he supposed. Than Win poked his head out from behind the car to survey his surroundings. Bodies lay in the street, the corporal’s corpse had been joined by another soldier and there was at least one ASFD militant laying face down in a jumble by the cars. A soldier’s head peered out from a corner, illuminated by the dim ambient glow of the streetlights and headlights. His pistol jerked back in his hands and a spray of clay dust shot out of the wall inches from the man’s head. The soldier ducked back behind the wall.
Everything was all so disorienting: the sounds, the muzzle flashes, the smell of gunpowder in the air. Down suddenly seemed to be up to Than Win. Time was hurried yet sluggish all the same. He sat there for a while as bullets cracked over his head, for how long he wasn’t sure.
Someone kicked Than Win’s foot. He realized as he looked up that the shooting had stopped. Soe Naing’s worried face peered down at him, “Are you okay, Ko Than Win? Are you shot?”
Than Win took a moment but was still so disoriented that all he could manage out was a weak “No.”
“Is that a ‘no’ to being okay or to being shot?” Soe Naing’s assault rifle was still smoking and smelled of cordite. The concern for his friend was obvious on his thickly lined face.
Than Win shook his head and offered a hand up to Soe Naing, “I’m not shot so a bit of both, I guess.” He accepted the hand that was offered to him and pulled himself up.
“Where’s the Vice President?”
“I left him in the car. I hope he’s okay.” Militiamen in their “acquired” uniforms milled about the street. Than Win did his best to avoid looking at the bodies. The cars looked to have been riddled with bullets in the fight. “Shit.”
Soe Naing popped the door open to the sight of the vice president and his bodyguard squished into the legroom between the seats. Makara Soun threw up his hands “Don’t shoot me! I’m the vice president, I’ll do whatever you want!” He opened his eyes, “Oh. It’s you two.”
Soe Naing sighed, “Well he’s not dead.” He turned back to the rest of the militants. “Alright! Take any guns and ammunition you can pull off the bodies. Mount up, we’ve got to roll out of here in two minutes!”
9:04 PM, August 24, 2020
The plan has gone off without a hitch so far. A fact that Than Win should’ve expected given his associate’s record of hitch-less plans so far. Soe Naing’s “business partners” had turned out to be a group of police officers who were looking to disappear for a while and were willing to fork over their equipment and state issued vehicles to do so. Now, Than Win sat shotgun in a police truck, his surrogate uniform riding wrong in all the right places and his pistol hanging heavy from his belt holster.
By this time in the evening the streets of this area were completely clear aside from the occasional army or police patrol enforcing the curfew. The Vice President sat behind him, one of his few remaining presidential guards next to him. At some point in the last three days, Makara Soun’s signature combover hair had been shaved. This, alongside a surgical mask despite his health and a police uniform was a decent enough disguise for the man.
Than Win was growing very tired of riding in silence. Music couldn’t be played without blowing their cover and it seemed that the other occupants of the truck were in little mood to talk. Than Win cleared his throat, “So, Vice President, how did you escape the Thhar for all this time?”
The vice president’s bodyguard made a whispered remark, likely to the effect that the vice president didn’t need to answer that question. But he cleared his throat anyway and said, “Well, I guess I just outsmarted them somehow. I wasn’t where they thought I would be.” The vice president shifted about in his seat. “I made a little unplanned visit to see my sister here in Chianmei the night before. Those traitorous dogs must’ve just assumed I would be at home when they came to arrest the government. I wasn’t.”
“So how’d you end up with the Front?” Than Win probed. Might as well get as much information as he could.
Makara Soun sighed from the back seat. “My sister’s kids are members. They convinced me it was the safest option. I’ve been in and out of safe houses for days now.” A thought seemed to occur to the vice president, “Have you ever been to this… Zon Do place you are taking me?”
The memories flooded back to Than Win in an instant. It was like he was back there again. “I- yeah. It used to be Ko Soe Naing and I’s haunt back during the insurgency. It’s a good place; they’ll protect you.”
The Vice President seemed to have become lost in thought for several moments. “Funny how that works. Twenty-five years ago you were an insurgent and I was an exile. Now, here you are with a pistol on your hip taking me to a village to hide away in. I fear we may soon have lost twenty-five years of progress.”
“Unfortunately, you may be correct in that, Maung Makara Soun. Twenty-five years of democracy, gone in an instant because some generals wanted more political power.” The convoy turned a corner and what Than Win saw almost made his blood cold. A handful of soldiers mulled about the area and as the small convoy of certainly-not-stolen police vehicles approached, one of the men motioned for them to stop. His hand was on the grip of his rifle so stop they did. “Shit. I’ll go talk to them.” Than Win turned to the vehicle's driver, a young man that couldn’t have been much older than eighteen and said, “Come back me up, kid.” He looked back at the now much paler Vice President and his bodyguard in the back seat, “Stay here. Keep your heads down if this gets hairy.”
Than Win threw open his door and stepped out of the car. Other fake police officers had exited their vehicles as well, including Soe Naing. He noted that the soldiers seemed fidgety and had their hands on their weapons. A soldier wearing the emblem of a corporal called out, “Whoever’s in charge come here. The rest of you best stay where you are.”
As Than Win had been given a lieutenant’s uniform and the instructions to handle any interruptions such as this, he marched towards the soldiers. “Lieutenant Bo Linn Zeyar, National People’s Police. What can I do for you, comrades?” Than Win slipped into his disguise with near startling accuracy to the other disguised militants. The term Comrade still left a bad taste in his mouth whenever he spoke it. A relic, it was, of the days of the People’s Republic that still held on in the military that in many ways still revered those days.
The corporal looked up at Than Win with a predator’s eyes. Than Win noted that his rifle was one of the few bullpup models that were distributed to the elite airborne troops. This guy was bad news. “Yes, Comrade, you can tell me what your convoy is doing out here. We were not informed by Command that any law enforcement units would be transiting this area.”
“Of course, of course. We’re just on our way back to the precinct for the night. One of my subordinates must have failed to call that into Command, Comrade.”
The corporal raised an eyebrow, “Your leadership leaves much to be desired then, Lieutenant. Where have you come from?”
“We came from the Southern Industrial District. We were sent to break up a workers’ protest this morning. It’s been a long day, corporal, and if you would kindly let us pass we would all like to go home and get some rest.” Than Win tried his best for a disarming smile but the soldier’s eyes seemed to bore holes in his skull.
“Hmm” the soldier wondered, “I heard those protests had been put down hours ago.”
“We were kept behind to avoid another riot from forming. Now, comrade, I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I would very much like to have dinner soon.” Than Win lied through his teeth. He turned and gestured to the men behind him. He counted around a dozen disguised militants now standing by the cars and trucks of the convoy. “They haven’t eaten either, corporal. If you keep us here much longer then I will be writing a very angry message to your supervisor.”
The soldier’s face seemed to soften for a second as he deliberated within his mind. “Alright, Lieutenant. Let me call you into Command and you’ll be free to go.” The man turned to return to his own vehicle.
Than Win’s hands seemed to move with a mind of their own. Before he had even realized what he was doing he had already pulled the pistol from its holster and fired two shots into the retreating soldier’s back. Time seemed to slow as he watched the man slump to the ground. It all happened so fast. He spotted movement at the edge of his constricted eyesight: a soldier trying to bring his rifle to his shoulder. Than Win whipped his pistol towards the man and pulled the trigger. The buck of the pistol in his hand and the snap of the bullet sent both Than Win and the soldier scrambling for cover.
Than Win found himself crouched behind an old junker car on the side of the road. The chatter of automatic gunfire had begun in earnest now as both sides exchanged fusillades of lead at each other. Glass from the windshield cascaded over his shoulders like snow.
Than Win hadn’t held a gun in decades and yet it now, once again, felt almost natural to him. It was muscle memory, he supposed. Than Win poked his head out from behind the car to survey his surroundings. Bodies lay in the street, the corporal’s corpse had been joined by another soldier and there was at least one ASFD militant laying face down in a jumble by the cars. A soldier’s head peered out from a corner, illuminated by the dim ambient glow of the streetlights and headlights. His pistol jerked back in his hands and a spray of clay dust shot out of the wall inches from the man’s head. The soldier ducked back behind the wall.
Everything was all so disorienting: the sounds, the muzzle flashes, the smell of gunpowder in the air. Down suddenly seemed to be up to Than Win. Time was hurried yet sluggish all the same. He sat there for a while as bullets cracked over his head, for how long he wasn’t sure.
Someone kicked Than Win’s foot. He realized as he looked up that the shooting had stopped. Soe Naing’s worried face peered down at him, “Are you okay, Ko Than Win? Are you shot?”
Than Win took a moment but was still so disoriented that all he could manage out was a weak “No.”
“Is that a ‘no’ to being okay or to being shot?” Soe Naing’s assault rifle was still smoking and smelled of cordite. The concern for his friend was obvious on his thickly lined face.
Than Win shook his head and offered a hand up to Soe Naing, “I’m not shot so a bit of both, I guess.” He accepted the hand that was offered to him and pulled himself up.
“Where’s the Vice President?”
“I left him in the car. I hope he’s okay.” Militiamen in their “acquired” uniforms milled about the street. Than Win did his best to avoid looking at the bodies. The cars looked to have been riddled with bullets in the fight. “Shit.”
Soe Naing popped the door open to the sight of the vice president and his bodyguard squished into the legroom between the seats. Makara Soun threw up his hands “Don’t shoot me! I’m the vice president, I’ll do whatever you want!” He opened his eyes, “Oh. It’s you two.”
Soe Naing sighed, “Well he’s not dead.” He turned back to the rest of the militants. “Alright! Take any guns and ammunition you can pull off the bodies. Mount up, we’ve got to roll out of here in two minutes!”
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City of Hokkyō, State of Seinoku
Hokkyō Castle
April 9, 2024
Afternoon
Akashihito III is looking at his phone, reading an article from the website of Radio Free Anmativeda. He is pacing around the room as Shigeru Yomoya sits in an armchair, watching the Grand King exhale loudly as he grumbles.
A: I knew that supporting the rebels was a bad idea. <He laughs> Their balls probably haven't dropped! How the fuck are they going to lead a revolution?!
S: I assure you, Your Majesty, that it wasn't the rebels.
A: What the fuck? <He scrolls down to see an article about the Imperium's new stance on Rayvostoka> Fucking communists! Syndicalists! Socialists!
Akashihito shoves the phone on his desk.
A: There is not a day when I don't see the lot of you. As if having one as a neighboring shithole isn't enough!
S: You did appoint me as your prime minister.
A: The people voted for your stupid Syndicalist Party! I had no choice.
S: <He grumbles> We had to make a list for you to choose from.
A: What did you say?
S: I-If memory serves me right, we do not officially support the rebels.
Akashihito looks at Shigeru.
A: <He snorts> How can you be sure that it wasn't the rebels? Do we have a direct phoneline with them?
S: We don't. But, as you already know, we are working with the Skandans, their State Intelligence Committee, on the issues related to Anmativeda. They and our guys agree that the rebels did not shoot down the plane.
A: So it was the fucking Junta?
S: <He glances at the open folder on his lap> Growing evidence is pointing to the Junta as the culprit.
A: Bastards!
S: The Cabinet and I hope that Your Majesty will use the most appropriate response when the opportunity arises.
A: We should invade now! Beat the faggots into submission!
S: The Cabinet and I will not support you on that. At least not our coalition.
A: I could appoint a war cabinet, you know.
S: And force us into another senseless war? You'll end up like your father, Grand King Miyabihito.
A: I don't know. Abdication... Being surrounded by Iraelian supermodels all day sounds like heaven to me.
S: The Grand Queen won't be happy.
A: We didn't marry for love. Besides, she is regularly serviced by Suavidici men. It's their job to make her happy. <He looks up at the ceiling> I sometimes wonder if the Imperium sent those men to convince us not to close down their base here.
Shigeru rolls his eyes.
S: Sir, going back to the situation in Anmativeda, what will be our response? You are the chief architect of foreign policy. I just want to make sure that we in the government align with your decision.
Akashihito takes a seat behind his desk.
A: The recovery of survivors and bodies... The investigation of the crash—Who's going to investigate? Will it be the Seinoku Transport Safety Board? The complications of it crashing in a country with an ongoing civil war. There will be talks. Negotiations. There will be concessions.
S: Our plane was shot down but it's on us to make concessions. Funny.
A: Fucking funny it is. We will have to seek the assistance of a neutral power or a country that is trusted by both the Junta and the Free Government. What about Severoszlavia?
S: Severoszlavia is trusted by the Junta. The Free Government doesn't.
A: Perhaps Syrixia?
S: I think it is best to discuss this with Cabinet.
A: No. <He clears his throat> I will talk to the Anmativedan ambassador...or whatever representation the Junta has here. And the Free Government's representatives, whoever they are. Then I'll talk to the Syrixian ambassador. I'll seek the advice of my defense and foreign ministers before I settle our course of action.
Hokkyō Castle
April 9, 2024
Afternoon
Akashihito III is looking at his phone, reading an article from the website of Radio Free Anmativeda. He is pacing around the room as Shigeru Yomoya sits in an armchair, watching the Grand King exhale loudly as he grumbles.
A: I knew that supporting the rebels was a bad idea. <He laughs> Their balls probably haven't dropped! How the fuck are they going to lead a revolution?!
S: I assure you, Your Majesty, that it wasn't the rebels.
A: What the fuck? <He scrolls down to see an article about the Imperium's new stance on Rayvostoka> Fucking communists! Syndicalists! Socialists!
Akashihito shoves the phone on his desk.
A: There is not a day when I don't see the lot of you. As if having one as a neighboring shithole isn't enough!
S: You did appoint me as your prime minister.
A: The people voted for your stupid Syndicalist Party! I had no choice.
S: <He grumbles> We had to make a list for you to choose from.
A: What did you say?
S: I-If memory serves me right, we do not officially support the rebels.
Akashihito looks at Shigeru.
A: <He snorts> How can you be sure that it wasn't the rebels? Do we have a direct phoneline with them?
S: We don't. But, as you already know, we are working with the Skandans, their State Intelligence Committee, on the issues related to Anmativeda. They and our guys agree that the rebels did not shoot down the plane.
A: So it was the fucking Junta?
S: <He glances at the open folder on his lap> Growing evidence is pointing to the Junta as the culprit.
A: Bastards!
S: The Cabinet and I hope that Your Majesty will use the most appropriate response when the opportunity arises.
A: We should invade now! Beat the faggots into submission!
S: The Cabinet and I will not support you on that. At least not our coalition.
A: I could appoint a war cabinet, you know.
S: And force us into another senseless war? You'll end up like your father, Grand King Miyabihito.
A: I don't know. Abdication... Being surrounded by Iraelian supermodels all day sounds like heaven to me.
S: The Grand Queen won't be happy.
A: We didn't marry for love. Besides, she is regularly serviced by Suavidici men. It's their job to make her happy. <He looks up at the ceiling> I sometimes wonder if the Imperium sent those men to convince us not to close down their base here.
Shigeru rolls his eyes.
S: Sir, going back to the situation in Anmativeda, what will be our response? You are the chief architect of foreign policy. I just want to make sure that we in the government align with your decision.
Akashihito takes a seat behind his desk.
A: The recovery of survivors and bodies... The investigation of the crash—Who's going to investigate? Will it be the Seinoku Transport Safety Board? The complications of it crashing in a country with an ongoing civil war. There will be talks. Negotiations. There will be concessions.
S: Our plane was shot down but it's on us to make concessions. Funny.
A: Fucking funny it is. We will have to seek the assistance of a neutral power or a country that is trusted by both the Junta and the Free Government. What about Severoszlavia?
S: Severoszlavia is trusted by the Junta. The Free Government doesn't.
A: Perhaps Syrixia?
S: I think it is best to discuss this with Cabinet.
A: No. <He clears his throat> I will talk to the Anmativedan ambassador...or whatever representation the Junta has here. And the Free Government's representatives, whoever they are. Then I'll talk to the Syrixian ambassador. I'll seek the advice of my defense and foreign ministers before I settle our course of action.
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