NationStates Jolt Archive

What is the best speech anybody has done in your country, and what was it about?

Mine is the speech of Methrossk at the Battle of Krakkez. It was here that Methrossk's empire had crumbled, and he was giving a speech on a final defence against the growing and invading Rithos empire, the forerunners to the Rithman-naar. At Krakkez, his last army of 500 Temsplaces faced an enemy army of 20,000 infantry and 2,000 cavalry. In the end, one of the most miraculous strategic movements in Jenrak's history, Methrossk was able to defeat the head commanders of the enemy's forces, routing the Rithos assault force, though Methrossk was later killed in the Battle of Sauragageus, and it was the end of the Methronnmin Empire.

“There will be a time, when we rise out of this as champions – as children of perfection, no less than the glory of all that is sanctioned by the will of the Gods. Gone are the plains of fertile green grass, the soft icy kiss of snowy mountains – no, here lays the dunes of the world, the frozen precipice of a steaming landscape built on blood, bone and war. But do not despair, for we, are as always, cannot be killed. We are not simply a species, but a culture that cannot be erased, a mark that cannot be wiped off – a people with a will unconquerable, and untouchable till the ends of the earth! Till the ends of the great silver fortress of the sky, and in that, comes peace. In violence, in war, comes prosperity – comes righteousness, comes justice!

For all life, for all things that we wish to have, we are nothing less than the height of perfection, the greatest of the desires of our enemies. Our women are the best, our homes are the largest, and our lives revolve around the delicacy or stability and order. They do not have what we have, and they wish what we have. We cannot negotiate with barbarians as these – we cannot negotiate with savages with trodden blades they call swords and broken spears they call pikes. We are the true children of beauty, the greatest warriors of strength! Until the sun rises to dawn, from forth the disc of light sets to dusk, we shall fight, and oh what a glorious fight we shall have! They have done all things forbidden, all things that do not make you a man!

They have raped our women, they have touched our children, slaughtered them in their homes, they have even killed our brothers in battle in cowardly, despicable destruction! Even our weakest gave good fight against them – and you are the strongest of us all, the greatest to defend the sands. Tonight, not a single drop of blood will be spilt that is ours, but the sands will be drenched in oceans of Rithos blood! We are the great children of Ascherach, and we must defend that title. There is no other way to do it – there is no other way that does not involve an extermination. Enkur is clear in his intentions – kill, or be killed.

There is nothing left to do other than to kill.

There is nothing more to do other than to retake.

There is nothing to gain but the pride, the independence and the proof of our superiority.

They fight as slaves, they fight as children with toys, prickling with the blades of their violent fathers! But what do we fight as? What do we fight for? That is for you answer, for you to understand freedom, liberty and justice. For you to understand the strength of the children of the sands, and to know that we will not be driven away by those so weak as to live in fertile grounds, to stay in ‘safe’ areas, to hide their failure to fight. I giveth a challenge to all of my brethren at this final stand – before you die, kill ten men of their own! Kill a hundred!

To arms, my brothers! To arms! To brazen swords and silver shields of iron cuirasses! To arms, my brothers! The safety and the protection of the empire! To the long cape of red mountains, to deft rocks soft upon dotted cloves, to the fist held high in defiance of our destruction. For we are the destruction, the doom to our own! To arms, my brothers! To arms for all the brothers and fathers killed, the mothers and sisters raped, the children who have yet to speak the first utterances of their tongues torn in their cribs! To cover a meter of our blood with ten of theirs! To teach them that they have killed themselves. You fight not men tonight, but cowards. And as cowards, make them cower before you, before you kill them, before you feed the remains of their corpses to your dogs. For that is the wish of Enkur! To arms, my brothers! To metal spears and resolute faith, to arms!”

The battle of Akkalabeth & Bekhaeran fleets in space circa 2105

The Akkalabethian fleet numbering 500 plus ships versus the Bekhaeran empire's fledgling star fleet whose ships numbered only 5... their allies came to their rescue and a great war began with the death of millions of allied and enemy soldiers

the emperor Vale Bekha who ahd just taken the throen after his brother was killed when the flasghip of the fleet RAVAGER crashed out of orbit into the city Vale Te killing him instantly

The ship was salvaged and was sent to war, just as the Allies began their final attack after the brief ceasefire to plan the last surge, Emperor Vale Bekha declared as his 3 remaining vessels, one of them captured after a Bekhaeran vessel was incinerated by enemy fire

"This has been a long day,... too long and for too long have we sat back and watched the stars and been afraid of what was out there, for too long have we been afraid of the shadows and our own included...we have the courage and strength to fight on despite the odds...My brother would have wanted this..he would have wanted to see justic upheld, he would ahve given his life gladly for this cause if it had not been taken so cruelly by the foe we fight here today...though they be the ones who granted us our identity many millenia ago I am sorry to say to them that we cannot and shall not yield to them not now..not ever..this ends amongst the backdrop of a million stars, and I knwo those whose lives were lost guide our hand and lead us to the end..lead us to victory"

The Akkalbeth were defeated by a nova bomb which destroyed the remiander fo their fleet and the Bekhaeran suicide run was utilised to great effect... the fleet warped home just as the sun exploded also trailed by several enemy vessesl, a small skirmish continued before their ships floated lifeless in space..all were dead..the Bekhaerans had won a war they never expected to fight

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Nice speech, man.

OOC: Cheers man :) and I like yours , poetic and ugly if you get me its got harsh elemnets and very lyrical themes, good one :)

OOC: Cheers man :) and I like yours , poetic and ugly if you get me its got harsh elemnets and very lyrical themes, good one :)

Haha, thanks...I guess.

*Bump*

The same day another speech was shown on all the Imperial Galactican television channels. It was made not by Czardas’s President, but by a hated Czardaian who had become the icon for the decadence, corruption, and fear Czardas stood for in the popular image. The shot of [Special Operative Captain] Alma Finlay gunning down an Imperial Galactican soldier had been circulated throughout the country, and figured prominently every week in bonfires.

The camera starts rolling, showing Finlay sitting on a rock on a Czardaian mountain-top. She begins to speak. “Peoples of Imperial Galactica, it is you that I address today.”

Imperial Galacticans boo and hiss, and throw whatever happens to be handy at the television. But Finlay merely smiles, as though aware, wherever she is, that they will do that.

“You have called us oppressed citizens. You believe we have lost our freedom. You think it is our government that has called for the destruction of your cities, against our will.”

She pauses again, as though letting the seeming unreasonableness of these questions sink in.

“You want to destroy our government, which has caused this war and the death of so many Imperial Galactican citizens. But to destroy the government of Czardas, you must kill every last citizen of the nation. For the government is the people. I, as an ordinary citizen of Czardas, can tell you that.

“It was no government that decided to declare war on Imperial Galactica. It was your government that sought to battle us, for no reason except that you wished to recreate your long-lost, glorious Empire and rule the region. It was your government that sent your friends and families to die on the battlefield. It is your government that is telling you these lies.

“We live in no fear. We have nothing to fear, as someone once said, except fear itself. But you have something to fear. Us. For every Imperial soldier who sets foot in Czardas is a condemned man.”

The people of Imperial Galactica gasp collectively in the pause appropriately placed by Finlay.

“Yes. Do not think your husbands, your sons and daughters will ever return from Czardas. They are all doomed to die. Many have already died. But many more will. And that is all the decision of your government – your Executor, who seems to be sacrificing himself for the good of your nation, while really causing the deaths of countless of your people.”

She takes up some papers and displays them to the camera. “Your government tells you that we are powerless, that our militias are rabble. Yet do you think I lie when I tell you that the Czardaian Defense Network has won seven battles, and lost none?” Numbers appear on the page: Total Czardaian losses: 2; Total Imperial losses: 176, and more. “…when I tell you that the Czardaian army has lost less than seventy thousand men in battle, while the Imperial army, in excess of eight hundred thousand?” Total Wartime Losses to date: 69,087.

“There is only one way to stop your loved ones from dying. You must overthrow the government that sends them to their death. Call for the immediate withdrawal of all Imperial troops from Czardas. And if your government does not accept…perhaps it is time you learned that the best rule of all is by the people, and if the people do not control the government…” She points to a screen beside her showing pictures of the destruction of the battlefield near the border, the burning wilderness with the body of an Imperial soldier lodged among the trees. “This is what might happen.”

As though tired, she turns towards Imperial Galactica and the north. “Executor Thrawn, you asked us to let no more die. I call upon you to do the same. Have pity on your people and withdraw them from Czardas, before we destroy them ourselves. This is your last chance. I promise you, Czardaians will have no mercy. Only you can save your people now, Executor. Let no more die – of your side and ours. Withdraw, and then we can live in peace. Otherwise you shall regret it. I promise you.”

Finlay sinks back to the rock, as though making this speech has taken a great effort. She almost whispers the last words.

“Retreat…or die.”

The camera fades out.
Yes, I don't write many speeches. Meh. I was a youngin back then, don't kill me.

Yes, I don't write many speeches. Meh. I was a youngin back then, don't kill me.

Huh? I don't understand.