OOC: Apologies for length, but, a lot to do here…
Rillanon
Capitol Building - Magisterial Assembly
When the aide approached, Terrus took the red folder calmly, opening it and actually beginning to read. He had nothing better to do, after all, and he was rather interested to see what kind of propoganda the Pax would be sending at him.
To Terrus’ right, his aide pulled out a cell phone, calling back to FPS to alert them of the situation. Meanwhile, to Terrus’ left, Bellhaze pulled out his own phone, opening it and dialing a number he’d memorized long before.
“Capitol Building Security.”
“Code Red, Magisterial Assembly, Hostage Situation. Bellhaze calling, Authorization Delta Bravo Six Six Nine.”
“Have an excellent day, sir.” The line cut, and a moment later, alarm bells began to sound in the building, as the building’s security force began moving to secure what the Pax hadn’t already taken and fortified. Two miles away, the Rillanon City Police Station began dispatching backup for the capitol building’s officers.
The two NPA Agents behind Terrus both quietly drew out their weapons, switching off the safeties and preparing to protect Terrus, if necesary.
Liberty City - The Blue House
WMD Bunker - The War Room
“Are we all here?” As Kroidrik sat down at the head of the large table in the middle of the room, he glanced at Terrus’ Cheif of Staff, who was sitting to Henrik’s left.
“The Secretary of Defense is with the President, sir,” the man replied, “but his under-secretary is present.”
“Alright. Then let’s begin. Exactly what is the situation?”
“Well, Henrik, from what the president’s aide said over the phone, the Pax are demanding that all East Pacific nations either join their empire as vassal states, or be annexed.” Boris responded, looking over the logs from the phon call Terrus’ aide had just made. “Apparently, we weren’t one of the nations offered vassal status. Tlant went on to note that he would kill anyone who attempted to leave. The President appears to be stalling for time while the building’s security force and Rillanon Police prepare to retake the Magisterial Assembly.”
“So, the Pax have taken Terrus hostage, and are demanding our surrendur?” Kroidrik asked, hardly able to believe what he was hearing.
“Yessir.” The Assistant Secretary of Defense replied gravely. “Sir, I’d lke to advise we immediatly proceed with Plan P, as President Terrus ordered us to do in this exact situation. As acting President, you do have the authority…”
“Now, just hold on.” Boris spoke up, cutting off the ASD. “Henrik, Plan P was created for the situation of a Pax invasion…”
“Which this is!” The Assistant-Secretary of Defense objected.
“…the difference is that the Pax are not only invading FPS.” Boris continued, glaring at the ASD for a moment. “They’re invading every other EP nation as well. Which means we have a number of potential allies that we could coordinate with, thus increasing the amount of damage to be done.”
“In doing so, however, we’d be giving up precious time, allowing the Pax to prepare for a defense against our strike.” The Assistant-Secretary stated, glaring right back at Boris. “With all due respect, sir, we need to strike now, before the element of suprise…”
“Element of suprise? You think they’re not expecting…”
“Gentlemen!” Kroidrik stated loudly, standing. “That’s enough. Boris, I do agree that cooperation with the rest of the East Pacific is a necesity.” Henrik held up his hand before the Assistant Defense Secretary could speak. “Nonetheless, I think we do need to start taking our own action, lest we be whiped out.”
“Boris, get in touch with every EP power you can. Make it clear to everyone that the only way we can survive a war with the Pax is if we work together, unifying against them. Additionally, get an EPTO Emergency Meeting going…at the least, we can get that group together.” Kroidrik looked towards the Assistant Secretary. “In the meantime, I want the nation sent to full alert, in preperation for a Pax invasion. Activate all military forces, including reserves, and scramble them to their failsafe points according to Plan P. Nationalize all paramilitary forces. And get the draft going…Class 5. I want everyone we can get in the army. I’ll get congress to emergency pass the bill as soon as I can…in the meantime, we continue without that authorization. And get Galactica back to Earth, NOW.”
As Kroidrik finished speaking, the room became alive, as everyone got to work with their assigned tasks. Across the nation, military alerts went out, as the Emergency Broadcasting System overrode every TV and Radio channel, and air raid sirens began to blare. Police forces began to return to their stations to arm themselves as heavily as possible even as the nation’s numerous militia groups were contacted and informed of their incorporation into the FPS Military.