“As we all know, our nation is in a state of turmoil violence and political fracture, where we are divided into too many minds but only one body to share. But it was not famine or disease that had brought death and unequality to this land, war caused it. And although our history had been painted with the blood of our own kinds, this was a different war. So much difference, that there were no rules to follow by. There were no war declarations. There were no hostages being held and exchanged. There were no treaties, or diplomatic actions happen between both sides. It was chaotic back then when the war was at its beginning. At least 200 million people had perished in that first month. May their soul to reach the golden stream.
But, as living individuals, we must push onward. That had always been our philosophy and way of life. Through unity and hardship, together, we were able to push ourselves forward from the brink of total annihilation. We had made friends along the way. Strange friends and stranger bonds in the strangest atmosphere. We had made enemies whose number seems to overcome the number of stars in the sky. And we had sacrificed so much to keep our future generation to thrive and have a much better future than us. They are the one who deserves to live in a peaceful world and awake by their parents loves instead of the bombing and gunning sounds.
But still, world right now that we are living in owe so much to the death of brave individuals. These young men and women who had seen, experienced and had lived so many times. They had paid so much that honor and fame are not even worth these brave soul. And through their blood and sweat, these legends had created a way for us. A small chance for us to reach a better future in the name of their sacrifices.
Standing in this new beginning, the transaction point of the old and new, I found myself to ponder about our way. Our future is covered by a mist of uncertainty and certainly more hardships lurking in every corners. Every step that we take will be paid by the blood of thousands or more. And one of them, that may lift or destroy this nation that is taking place right now, is trying to find the correct path.
(Pressed on the podium to look stronger) So I humbly ask you all, Senators of both New and Old Sectors, for your opinions. And please, don't be afraid of the power I have. For in this room, we are equal. We are citizens of USEA, a collective of small and unnoticeable nations that was born from fear of invasion and domination from other nations. We were born, choose, and put to service because of the love for this land that we originated from. Although we may had difference ideologies and motives, I hopes that we could all put aside those differences for a better future.
And before we begins, I kindly reminded to you all that are in this room, that no one is allowed to say a single word from this debate today. Let's the newspaper to guess what little information they have. But no one shall speak of this event until it is finally complete...”
“Mr. Prime Minister, your guest had arrived." A soft knock on the wooden door followed by an woman voice ended the Prime Minister’s rehearsal. Fixing his deep blue tuxedo suit and putting his folded paper in the small pocket of his suit, the old man looks over his table at the center of the room. There was nothing much on it except for a few hundred pages books, a pen holder, a small snow globe, and a family picture frame. But instead of holding any memorable and cherishable memory of the old world, the frame only has two words engraved on the wooden background.
But the knocking comes back once again, sound more pressing than before, had disrupted the Prime Minister’s attempt to hold up the frame. The sound of a woman coming from other side reminding him the guests had arrived. Outside, the Central Office had become noisier as rows of cars with tanks accompanied were rolling in the garden. Just standing from here with his almost deaf right ear and the old man could still hear the sound coming from half a mile away. So he just smirked and limping toward the door. Opening it, he sees a woman in her mid thirty waiting for him. She seems to be very impatient. Her eyebrows furrowed. Her arms were crossed together against her deep blue shirt. And despite her best effort, the woman could not hide her angry about the Prime Minister’s tardiness or his action for not answering to her call. With a light bow and a soft whispered “Please follow this way, Mr Prime Minister." The woman turned and leads the way without saying another word. Only the loud noise coming from her heels against the metal floor said certain a degree of her displeased.
But they were not alone on their way to the main hall. Standing on each side of the hallway are the Phase 2 soldiers. Hand on their rifles and saluting the Prime Minister passing before their eyes, these soldiers showed almost no emotion under that dark helmet. For they are supposed to show no emotion, Prime Minister reminded to himself as he stopped and examined a soldier. This one was a normal guy with a normal face, big nose, small eyes, thick eyebrows, dark color pupils, thick upper lip and slender for the bottom, military style of haircut, and no whatsoever emotions being displayed. He does not showed any troublesome when someone is touching his face. The Prime Minister nodded slightly before continued following the impatient secretary down the halls.
It is going to be long night, the Prime Minister reminded to himself as he talked with multiple Senators. The chattering skill 101: listen to their topic, give suggestion or provide a new way, change the topic, control or shut it down. Basic and constantly needed stuffs for a newborn nation. And even without listening, the Prime Minister could know what these Senators are talking about. There could only be a few options here. Give Myanmar their independence back, his movement with the Constructs, or which soldier gonna reach Colonel under 30 years old. That is pretty much it. Nobody had thought about anything further than that. Or it is too obscure nobody thinks about that yet, the Prime Minister asked himself as he nodded with another Senators.
But today is going to be a special day. After all, there are many disputes to be spilled in the lake as the Constructs' diplomats arrived. A dangerous way.
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