California and Alaska
11-02-2004, 13:46
December 19, 2221
Sandra sat at her desk reading reports of the armed conflict between the Transvaal Republic and Mozambique, with the current losses of her armed forces in the border clashes she had asked her military advisors about whether the Sovereign Federation should invade.
Later that day in the capital building, standing before the Parliament she expressed her worries about the region.
"Right now in Transvaal, we are fighting a losing war against a foe who brazenly attacked us first! I have authorized my military advisors to send reinforcements, but what we are really doing is sending our troops to their deaths. Right now our troops are fighting and they are being killed mostly cruise missiles or landmines, and we need to find a way to fight this war on our terms."
The members of the parliament sat murmuring and after a few minutes of deliberating a high ranking member of the parliament asked "What do you want done? We have already allocated several platoons of troops to be sent to Transvaal as soon as possi—"
"What about air cover? Right now we're seriously lacking air cover and I have prided myself on the fact that I have one of the best Air Forces in the world, and what naval support!? We're sitting on our asses here letting our enemies just pound the hell out of us and we're not even lifting a damned finger to help them!"
"Miss President, you do remember back in the mid 2000's when we tried to execute a military operation in Europe, we were met with fierce opposition fron several nations for what we were doing. It isn't as easy as pushing the big red butto—"
"I am tired of walking on goddamned eggshells because the world doesn't like the fact that we pulled into Europe to kick some asses after some pricks from Paris thought it would be funny to try and gas half of Seattle! If anything we should have made France our twenty-sixth state! But noooooo!... just because we were met with the militaries of other nations when we landed who didn't like our approach of wanting to make a goddamned crater in the middle of France we have to just let everyone who wants to pick a f***king fight with us have their way?!?"
"I didn't necessarily put it that way Miss President, all I am saying is that if we begin moving large portions of our military to East Africa to fight Mozambique, other nations may think something is up and begin to politically attack us."
"For what?!? Defending ourselves after we have peacefully tried to assert our control of the Transvaal Republic and establish military installations there? Please understand, we were setting up an air base a few miles from Pretoria when them sunzuvb**ches poured across the border and engaged our troops. THEY ATTACKED FIRST! If you are not going to at least give approval for a counterattack, I am going to talk to my military advisors to coordinate a counterstrike and a possible invasion without your approval.
"Miss President we should not be rushing to any decisions, we will need at least a week to deliberate on this decision."
"I hate to be a rude heartless b**ch, but I am requiring a yes or no answer!"
"I hate to say it, but if the situation leaves me to give you an immediate answer, then it is no."
Not pleased with the answer she spoke with her teeth clenched. "Fine. I am going to do this... without ALL OF YOU!, It looks like the Sovereign Californian Armed Forces will be making its counterstrike and invasion of Mozambique within this week."
Sandra then pivoted on her heels and strode out of the room briskly, hoping not to run into anyone in the hallway on the way to her limoussine for fear she would break someone's neck if they pissed her off. After getting into the limo, the car sped off for the Triad Center (basically the equivalent to the Pentagon) in San Jose.
Sandra sat at her desk reading reports of the armed conflict between the Transvaal Republic and Mozambique, with the current losses of her armed forces in the border clashes she had asked her military advisors about whether the Sovereign Federation should invade.
Later that day in the capital building, standing before the Parliament she expressed her worries about the region.
"Right now in Transvaal, we are fighting a losing war against a foe who brazenly attacked us first! I have authorized my military advisors to send reinforcements, but what we are really doing is sending our troops to their deaths. Right now our troops are fighting and they are being killed mostly cruise missiles or landmines, and we need to find a way to fight this war on our terms."
The members of the parliament sat murmuring and after a few minutes of deliberating a high ranking member of the parliament asked "What do you want done? We have already allocated several platoons of troops to be sent to Transvaal as soon as possi—"
"What about air cover? Right now we're seriously lacking air cover and I have prided myself on the fact that I have one of the best Air Forces in the world, and what naval support!? We're sitting on our asses here letting our enemies just pound the hell out of us and we're not even lifting a damned finger to help them!"
"Miss President, you do remember back in the mid 2000's when we tried to execute a military operation in Europe, we were met with fierce opposition fron several nations for what we were doing. It isn't as easy as pushing the big red butto—"
"I am tired of walking on goddamned eggshells because the world doesn't like the fact that we pulled into Europe to kick some asses after some pricks from Paris thought it would be funny to try and gas half of Seattle! If anything we should have made France our twenty-sixth state! But noooooo!... just because we were met with the militaries of other nations when we landed who didn't like our approach of wanting to make a goddamned crater in the middle of France we have to just let everyone who wants to pick a f***king fight with us have their way?!?"
"I didn't necessarily put it that way Miss President, all I am saying is that if we begin moving large portions of our military to East Africa to fight Mozambique, other nations may think something is up and begin to politically attack us."
"For what?!? Defending ourselves after we have peacefully tried to assert our control of the Transvaal Republic and establish military installations there? Please understand, we were setting up an air base a few miles from Pretoria when them sunzuvb**ches poured across the border and engaged our troops. THEY ATTACKED FIRST! If you are not going to at least give approval for a counterattack, I am going to talk to my military advisors to coordinate a counterstrike and a possible invasion without your approval.
"Miss President we should not be rushing to any decisions, we will need at least a week to deliberate on this decision."
"I hate to be a rude heartless b**ch, but I am requiring a yes or no answer!"
"I hate to say it, but if the situation leaves me to give you an immediate answer, then it is no."
Not pleased with the answer she spoke with her teeth clenched. "Fine. I am going to do this... without ALL OF YOU!, It looks like the Sovereign Californian Armed Forces will be making its counterstrike and invasion of Mozambique within this week."
Sandra then pivoted on her heels and strode out of the room briskly, hoping not to run into anyone in the hallway on the way to her limoussine for fear she would break someone's neck if they pissed her off. After getting into the limo, the car sped off for the Triad Center (basically the equivalent to the Pentagon) in San Jose.