Third Spanish States
26-12-2008, 04:53
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil, is for good men to do nothing"
It all happened in that day, that sixteen of august of twenty thirty-nine. I could imagine, how it would have been. I could probably imagine among many places, a quaint, humble house of bricks, concrete and tiles, a house where a family has probably lived for two generations since the founding of the city of Fatima. Without luxury, without anything that would provoke the envy of others, part of a place considered by many who believed in Christ as part of the Heaven in Earth. Unlike many others, it was perhaps the most peaceful city in the entire world, and yet one of the most free as well. Crime was virtually nonexistant, fading away with the very necessity of money, for its members where people who believed that the pursuit of wealth was pointless, and sought a live of equality and mutual aid. The place was mostly isolated, sheltered from the outside world. Not even the liberation war fought by the Confederacy against the tyranny of Soviet Spain was remembered. After all, they believed that it was wrong and sinful to solve such situation through violence, for everything that happened was part of a greater plan, perhaps to one day remove the vice of the State, perhaps to one day make no longer necessary any use of coercion, for perhaps one day man ruthless enough to kill innocents for wealth and power will no longer exist. For the skeptic, godless majority across the islands such was a foolish idealism, for the vile, merciless Anarcho-Eugenicists, the only way to secure such world would be the extermination of criminal scum, which was a goal leaning, ironically, on genocide, while for others the will of a majority was the only way to keep exploiters and opportunists at bay. Such was what once my parents believed, but today, they question it every day.
Most of our people had no faith, only misguided beliefs, for how could people ready to condemn millions to death for their lack of morals and ethics resist the very dark influence that such acts would inflict upon them? How long would it last before the Confederation became nothing but a new tyranny, only this time a tyranny able to commit the greatest atrocities by the direct will of a majority rather than by the will of a handful of tyrants? How far could the means justify their ends? How far could the means define and change the ends? According to many of the Christian anarchist minority, the Earthly thrones of Satan were already corrupting, this time not a handful of politicians, but an entire population, and even though I don't believe in their views, the abstraction that such entity represents is clearly an indivisible part of human nature. A research to ask every citizen of the Confederacy if he ever killed someone would bring staggering results by then, and now nearly a hundred percent. There was no forgiveness, only the dealing of death, the confirmation of a condemned soul. How much of a step would it take for the extremist beliefs of Cecily Lockhelm, an individual who once supported the extermination of relatives of criminals for carrying the "criminal gene", to equate National-Socialism? We will never know.
Such realities however were long forgotten by the people of Fatima, for some things were unchangeable, and in a way, if the people of the Confederacy were lax with criminals and corrupt, their much fairer society than most of the world wouldn't last as long as it did. I try to believe most of them had good intentions, and simply believed their means were justified by their ends, yet they say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. For the city of Fatima the rest of the world was only a dark shadow, dangerous and unforgiving for those unwilling to kill and resort to violence.
I still envision it though: inside an humble house, little of the outside world mattered. The dining room, decorated with a simple message, a Happy Birthday message written in their language, Portuguese, for a small child. A plain wooden cross was set over the wall at the opposite side of the room, a symbol of their faith, and next to a wooden table, father, mother and son sat. There was no birthday cake, and yet the young boy, of barely five years old, seemed extremely happy by the moment. The people of the city have learned to find their joy and happiness in gifts that couldn't be bought or taken from earth. It was a perfect family, caring for their son, and never negletful, never hostile. Fatima was perhaps the only city in the Confederacy able to proudly confirm that never in its history a divorce happened, not because of forceful subjugation, but because they were truly faithful, and respectful of each's freedom.
Imagine how, it has been one of the most happy moments in this boy's life. Life wasn't made without hardships, but in Fatima, all hardships were related to the environment rather than to the less than respectful nature of other people. It was a joy that an adult would not be able to understand, for being too used to it, the joy of being free from birth, of not being forced into something else. It was a tiny utopia in such small corner of the world, and Utopias were meant to last.
The clapping of hands, the spontaneous prayers, the pranks, the giggling of the friends of such kid, everything should have lasted in an ideal world, perhaps forever, for such was something that not even conquering the entire world would allow for a man to achieve, that not even liberating the entire world would either. Happiness transcended all other aspects of existence, and although depending on them, it would never become a consequence of self-aggrandizement, which was nothing but a way to cover the lack of the samee. To cover... such were.
I imagine such, despite their utmost happiness, were the last minutes in the life of this boy, of his family, friends, and the last minutes in the life of more than twelve million of innocents, a death without pain, a searing flame that wiped even the very bones into the storm. Nobody ever noticed it, it was too fast for people to do so, and the night helped it to hide. Perhaps such could be considered the real Rapture, and indeed it was both disturbing and soothing to think it was, and that by now all these innocents have ascended to an afterlife in the paradise, leaving behind nothing but ruins of an once prosperous city, razed buildings which charred stone witnessed the impact of nuclear rain, which now broken glasses witnessed the cloud erupting into what perhaps was the smoke of a human skull. But if they ascended to paradise, many still remain in Hell, and like demons, they have done much to confirm it.
Vengeance was the only possible answer. At this rate, soon Mao would no longer be the greatest murderer of mankind's history, and yet it was a shock that such thing would ever be considered, for even a madman like Cavallo knew the consequences of a nuclear war. It was probably the first and only nuclear submarine of their fleet, for otherwise the death toll would have been even greater, and it was soon wiped out by our Navy. It would not take much to realize that the government in Azores was bribed to allow for their submarines to moor in one of their small harbors, and such was the closest island to the Confederacy. According to history, it took less than a week for a combination of fanatical militias and MilNet personell to execute every politician in the island with no mercy for the consequences of their cronyism. They did not even consider the possibility not all of them were corrupt. Their families were of no relevance, for the suffering and damage they also contributed for would never be healed. Among the locals, no matter how things have improved since then, the few days Confederacy militants stepped upon Azores were known as the "Days of Terror", for even the most petty criminals were murdered brutally, with the island being made a scapegoat, and despair and cries came as men who claimed to fight for freedom impaled the heads of local politicians between the streets like savages and ruthless conquerors. Blinded by rage hatred, the people have approved measures they would openly oppose in other circumstances, and perhaps, both as a combination of fear and despair, the most extreme measure was taken. Believing that death was preferable to tyranny, and considering between two hundred eighty-eight million lives and sixty hundred millions, moral relativism once again would be seen.
The history books say the war with the People's Republic of Spain was at last over then. The People's Republic of Spain, the Palacio de la Moncloa, the despot Carlos Cavallo became nothing but ashes swept by fallout, as nuclear fire rained from the skies, delivered by vehicles from the orbit. The actions of hundreds of millions of voters have sealed the fate of fifty-nine million of people, and whatever forces were stationed in Mallorca and the Baleares quickly surrendered. Most were spared, but another Day of Terror occurred, where former members of the corrupt communist party were murdered brutaly, their entrails left for the carrions to fed upon, as the frenzied mob advanced, unrestricted by the more level-headed among the MilNet, a dark birth of what would be known as the Balearic Confederation, the last remaints of old Spain, and their grudge for the harsh choice the people of the Confederacy have taken would never, ever heal, and forever they would be suspicious of Third Spanish States, treating them as nothing but a land of many murderers rather than few. However, the tyrants of the Communist Party of Spain did not accept defeat, no matter how they were to blame for the horrors of the nuclear war, no matter how Carlos Cavallo has decided to open the Pandora Box that would forever change the fate of Spain.
The Confederacy had a large amount of people concentrated in a very small quantity of land, with limited natural resources, and such set-up could only mean a disaster of colossal proprotions, since the pandora box was opened. Never a people paid a so high price as our people, for letting their hatred and desire for revenge to cloud their fair judgement, for letting ire, what the very victims of the first tragedy considered a deadly sin, to allow them to commit the very atrocities they used as the primary reasons to oppose governments. However, not all of them have commited such actions, and there are many who opposed. Perhaps not even a majority approved such actions, for the Orbital Forces were essentially mercenaries with free reign to deploy nuclear weapons, and perhaps the very choice to approve the development of such weapons have sealed their fate. Their Strategic Defense System wasn't a miracle device, and was overwhelmed as every nuclear ICBM of Spain was launched against the Confederacy.
More than forty percent of the home islands were completely annihilated by nuclear fire. As artificial constructions, in a few areas, entire chunks of land were sunk by the sheer force of nuclear missiles. It is believed that more than Two hundred and half millions have perished. Of the seven glorious arcologies, four were completely destroyed, cities razed into ruins where flames swept through, leaving only rubbles of both their past and of the morality whoever survived might have had once. The three other arcologies became intact, perhaps serving as refuges, as the last areas of green, of tranquility in the entire Confederacy, serving as vaults to protect the few lucky to live there, awaiting for the time they might again attempt to rebuild as much as possible of our former glory. Cecily Lockhelm, and many others who supported such drastic decision refused to be taken to safety, burdened by the guilty of their acts, and probably died, a burden that now is carried by everyone whose morality still survives with their bodies. To rebuild the Confederacy will not be an easy task, not because of the radiation poisoning, but because of the inhuman scum that likely have proliferated.
For twenty years, fifteen millions have lived safely inside the arcologies. I was born in the MilNet Arcology, in seventh of february of twenty forty, seeing from its sheltered domes, the ruins of a glorious city once known as Tucker, now nothing but ruins and mementos for the sins my fathers have commited. We are now really to contact the outside world again, which probably moved on, as we were forgotten, and to begin the long way to rebuild our civilization from its ashes. My name is Gabriel Dutra, I have lived for nineteen years in the safety of this place, and now I belong to a few of our people, I have prepared for two years for this day I will finally leave the safety of this arcology and of its vault, to seek those whose bodies and humanity still survive, to establish a new Confederation, to make contact with the African and American Communes, and with the world. We cannot live in this Arcology, as for those who love to have children, they must swear to end their own lives as a way to avoid overpopulation. I have never seen my parents, not that I miss them or am sad for them to not be here, for none of my generation have seen them. Perhaps they wished to die, for they saw as underseving to live after the mistakes they have done, or perhaps they sacrificed themselves so we could exist and our civilization and ideals could survive. Very few would have done what they did voluntarily.
It has been twenty years since any contact was made by the remains of the Confederation to the outside world. At one time, they have been a powerful nation, perhaps not as powerful as some beyond their very world, but nonetheless able to defend themselves. Now, the only defense they had was the fact most of their territory was essentially worthless, and with no more than twenty million of survivors expected. Such thing has changed however, as a brief transmission would arrive, perhaps the whisper of a ghost, the haunted wails of a dead civilization, or perhaps their hope to reestablish their old comradeships with those who shared the same ideal. Each Arcology was considered a commune, and of them, the most willing to take the risks and rebuild their nation was their third, the MilNet Arcology which was now called the Third Commune.
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From the Confederation of Third Commune
Once it was a widespread belief that the ends justifies the means, a belief that has very much condemned our ancestors into annihilation, that have brough the deaths of more than three hundred and fifty millions of people, that have destroyed not only lives, but dreams, hopes and the very sense of compassion and humanity from many. I believe most will dismiss this transmission as nothing but a hoax, for indeed, it is unlikely for survivors to have ever managed to communicate after what happened in what was once known as the Confederacy of Third Spanish States. Now it is gone forever, just like were gone the Thirty hundred millions that once inhabited this place, leaving to their few the arduous task to rebuild our nation, by our own. We ask not for help, for we have seen enough of the human nature to know what "help" usually means in foreign relations. Our people has made this tragedy, and is our duty, and only our duty, to rebuild what we can from its ashes, and to also help the people of Spain. The purpose of this message is twofold. First, to announce that this has not been a no man's land, but the nest of a Phoenix, for good ideas will never die and reborn from ashes, for the mistake has not been the idea of freedom, but the belief that means and ends aren't intertwined and mutually dependent. From the ashes of the Confederacy of Third Spanish States, the Confederation of Third Commune thus has been born. Second, to seek our former allies, and to apologize to the free people of Beth Gellert and many other free civilizations for the tragedy our forefathers struck against the people of Spain. We lost contact with the Gelletian expeditionary forces after the fallout, and hope they have been able to do what could be done. We also apologize for the Allaneans, who despite ideological differences, have supported us in this conflict until our now crushed enemies decided to open the pandora box of nuclear warfare, and our people decided to retaliate at the fullest.
We hope the sins of our people can be amended, that one day we may free twice as much people as our ancestors have slaughtered in their anger and desire for revenge. We will never allow again for a few to have the power of destroying entire civilizations in their hands, we will never trust again Private Defense Agencies to do nothing but warmonger without care for consequences. I hope that our mistakes may serve as an example to avoid such disaster from ever happening again across the world.
(OOC: This happens in 2059, so it is logically PMT. However it is not LOL A Wizard Did IT PMT in the meaning that while fusion power, orbital gunz, a limited degree of power armors and Gladiator-like Unmanned Ground Vehicles with limited AI are acceptable, mechas and hovertanks aren't. But if you didn't realize yet, this is more suitable for a Post-Apocalyptic variant of PMT)
It all happened in that day, that sixteen of august of twenty thirty-nine. I could imagine, how it would have been. I could probably imagine among many places, a quaint, humble house of bricks, concrete and tiles, a house where a family has probably lived for two generations since the founding of the city of Fatima. Without luxury, without anything that would provoke the envy of others, part of a place considered by many who believed in Christ as part of the Heaven in Earth. Unlike many others, it was perhaps the most peaceful city in the entire world, and yet one of the most free as well. Crime was virtually nonexistant, fading away with the very necessity of money, for its members where people who believed that the pursuit of wealth was pointless, and sought a live of equality and mutual aid. The place was mostly isolated, sheltered from the outside world. Not even the liberation war fought by the Confederacy against the tyranny of Soviet Spain was remembered. After all, they believed that it was wrong and sinful to solve such situation through violence, for everything that happened was part of a greater plan, perhaps to one day remove the vice of the State, perhaps to one day make no longer necessary any use of coercion, for perhaps one day man ruthless enough to kill innocents for wealth and power will no longer exist. For the skeptic, godless majority across the islands such was a foolish idealism, for the vile, merciless Anarcho-Eugenicists, the only way to secure such world would be the extermination of criminal scum, which was a goal leaning, ironically, on genocide, while for others the will of a majority was the only way to keep exploiters and opportunists at bay. Such was what once my parents believed, but today, they question it every day.
Most of our people had no faith, only misguided beliefs, for how could people ready to condemn millions to death for their lack of morals and ethics resist the very dark influence that such acts would inflict upon them? How long would it last before the Confederation became nothing but a new tyranny, only this time a tyranny able to commit the greatest atrocities by the direct will of a majority rather than by the will of a handful of tyrants? How far could the means justify their ends? How far could the means define and change the ends? According to many of the Christian anarchist minority, the Earthly thrones of Satan were already corrupting, this time not a handful of politicians, but an entire population, and even though I don't believe in their views, the abstraction that such entity represents is clearly an indivisible part of human nature. A research to ask every citizen of the Confederacy if he ever killed someone would bring staggering results by then, and now nearly a hundred percent. There was no forgiveness, only the dealing of death, the confirmation of a condemned soul. How much of a step would it take for the extremist beliefs of Cecily Lockhelm, an individual who once supported the extermination of relatives of criminals for carrying the "criminal gene", to equate National-Socialism? We will never know.
Such realities however were long forgotten by the people of Fatima, for some things were unchangeable, and in a way, if the people of the Confederacy were lax with criminals and corrupt, their much fairer society than most of the world wouldn't last as long as it did. I try to believe most of them had good intentions, and simply believed their means were justified by their ends, yet they say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. For the city of Fatima the rest of the world was only a dark shadow, dangerous and unforgiving for those unwilling to kill and resort to violence.
I still envision it though: inside an humble house, little of the outside world mattered. The dining room, decorated with a simple message, a Happy Birthday message written in their language, Portuguese, for a small child. A plain wooden cross was set over the wall at the opposite side of the room, a symbol of their faith, and next to a wooden table, father, mother and son sat. There was no birthday cake, and yet the young boy, of barely five years old, seemed extremely happy by the moment. The people of the city have learned to find their joy and happiness in gifts that couldn't be bought or taken from earth. It was a perfect family, caring for their son, and never negletful, never hostile. Fatima was perhaps the only city in the Confederacy able to proudly confirm that never in its history a divorce happened, not because of forceful subjugation, but because they were truly faithful, and respectful of each's freedom.
Imagine how, it has been one of the most happy moments in this boy's life. Life wasn't made without hardships, but in Fatima, all hardships were related to the environment rather than to the less than respectful nature of other people. It was a joy that an adult would not be able to understand, for being too used to it, the joy of being free from birth, of not being forced into something else. It was a tiny utopia in such small corner of the world, and Utopias were meant to last.
The clapping of hands, the spontaneous prayers, the pranks, the giggling of the friends of such kid, everything should have lasted in an ideal world, perhaps forever, for such was something that not even conquering the entire world would allow for a man to achieve, that not even liberating the entire world would either. Happiness transcended all other aspects of existence, and although depending on them, it would never become a consequence of self-aggrandizement, which was nothing but a way to cover the lack of the samee. To cover... such were.
I imagine such, despite their utmost happiness, were the last minutes in the life of this boy, of his family, friends, and the last minutes in the life of more than twelve million of innocents, a death without pain, a searing flame that wiped even the very bones into the storm. Nobody ever noticed it, it was too fast for people to do so, and the night helped it to hide. Perhaps such could be considered the real Rapture, and indeed it was both disturbing and soothing to think it was, and that by now all these innocents have ascended to an afterlife in the paradise, leaving behind nothing but ruins of an once prosperous city, razed buildings which charred stone witnessed the impact of nuclear rain, which now broken glasses witnessed the cloud erupting into what perhaps was the smoke of a human skull. But if they ascended to paradise, many still remain in Hell, and like demons, they have done much to confirm it.
Vengeance was the only possible answer. At this rate, soon Mao would no longer be the greatest murderer of mankind's history, and yet it was a shock that such thing would ever be considered, for even a madman like Cavallo knew the consequences of a nuclear war. It was probably the first and only nuclear submarine of their fleet, for otherwise the death toll would have been even greater, and it was soon wiped out by our Navy. It would not take much to realize that the government in Azores was bribed to allow for their submarines to moor in one of their small harbors, and such was the closest island to the Confederacy. According to history, it took less than a week for a combination of fanatical militias and MilNet personell to execute every politician in the island with no mercy for the consequences of their cronyism. They did not even consider the possibility not all of them were corrupt. Their families were of no relevance, for the suffering and damage they also contributed for would never be healed. Among the locals, no matter how things have improved since then, the few days Confederacy militants stepped upon Azores were known as the "Days of Terror", for even the most petty criminals were murdered brutally, with the island being made a scapegoat, and despair and cries came as men who claimed to fight for freedom impaled the heads of local politicians between the streets like savages and ruthless conquerors. Blinded by rage hatred, the people have approved measures they would openly oppose in other circumstances, and perhaps, both as a combination of fear and despair, the most extreme measure was taken. Believing that death was preferable to tyranny, and considering between two hundred eighty-eight million lives and sixty hundred millions, moral relativism once again would be seen.
The history books say the war with the People's Republic of Spain was at last over then. The People's Republic of Spain, the Palacio de la Moncloa, the despot Carlos Cavallo became nothing but ashes swept by fallout, as nuclear fire rained from the skies, delivered by vehicles from the orbit. The actions of hundreds of millions of voters have sealed the fate of fifty-nine million of people, and whatever forces were stationed in Mallorca and the Baleares quickly surrendered. Most were spared, but another Day of Terror occurred, where former members of the corrupt communist party were murdered brutaly, their entrails left for the carrions to fed upon, as the frenzied mob advanced, unrestricted by the more level-headed among the MilNet, a dark birth of what would be known as the Balearic Confederation, the last remaints of old Spain, and their grudge for the harsh choice the people of the Confederacy have taken would never, ever heal, and forever they would be suspicious of Third Spanish States, treating them as nothing but a land of many murderers rather than few. However, the tyrants of the Communist Party of Spain did not accept defeat, no matter how they were to blame for the horrors of the nuclear war, no matter how Carlos Cavallo has decided to open the Pandora Box that would forever change the fate of Spain.
The Confederacy had a large amount of people concentrated in a very small quantity of land, with limited natural resources, and such set-up could only mean a disaster of colossal proprotions, since the pandora box was opened. Never a people paid a so high price as our people, for letting their hatred and desire for revenge to cloud their fair judgement, for letting ire, what the very victims of the first tragedy considered a deadly sin, to allow them to commit the very atrocities they used as the primary reasons to oppose governments. However, not all of them have commited such actions, and there are many who opposed. Perhaps not even a majority approved such actions, for the Orbital Forces were essentially mercenaries with free reign to deploy nuclear weapons, and perhaps the very choice to approve the development of such weapons have sealed their fate. Their Strategic Defense System wasn't a miracle device, and was overwhelmed as every nuclear ICBM of Spain was launched against the Confederacy.
More than forty percent of the home islands were completely annihilated by nuclear fire. As artificial constructions, in a few areas, entire chunks of land were sunk by the sheer force of nuclear missiles. It is believed that more than Two hundred and half millions have perished. Of the seven glorious arcologies, four were completely destroyed, cities razed into ruins where flames swept through, leaving only rubbles of both their past and of the morality whoever survived might have had once. The three other arcologies became intact, perhaps serving as refuges, as the last areas of green, of tranquility in the entire Confederacy, serving as vaults to protect the few lucky to live there, awaiting for the time they might again attempt to rebuild as much as possible of our former glory. Cecily Lockhelm, and many others who supported such drastic decision refused to be taken to safety, burdened by the guilty of their acts, and probably died, a burden that now is carried by everyone whose morality still survives with their bodies. To rebuild the Confederacy will not be an easy task, not because of the radiation poisoning, but because of the inhuman scum that likely have proliferated.
For twenty years, fifteen millions have lived safely inside the arcologies. I was born in the MilNet Arcology, in seventh of february of twenty forty, seeing from its sheltered domes, the ruins of a glorious city once known as Tucker, now nothing but ruins and mementos for the sins my fathers have commited. We are now really to contact the outside world again, which probably moved on, as we were forgotten, and to begin the long way to rebuild our civilization from its ashes. My name is Gabriel Dutra, I have lived for nineteen years in the safety of this place, and now I belong to a few of our people, I have prepared for two years for this day I will finally leave the safety of this arcology and of its vault, to seek those whose bodies and humanity still survive, to establish a new Confederation, to make contact with the African and American Communes, and with the world. We cannot live in this Arcology, as for those who love to have children, they must swear to end their own lives as a way to avoid overpopulation. I have never seen my parents, not that I miss them or am sad for them to not be here, for none of my generation have seen them. Perhaps they wished to die, for they saw as underseving to live after the mistakes they have done, or perhaps they sacrificed themselves so we could exist and our civilization and ideals could survive. Very few would have done what they did voluntarily.
It has been twenty years since any contact was made by the remains of the Confederation to the outside world. At one time, they have been a powerful nation, perhaps not as powerful as some beyond their very world, but nonetheless able to defend themselves. Now, the only defense they had was the fact most of their territory was essentially worthless, and with no more than twenty million of survivors expected. Such thing has changed however, as a brief transmission would arrive, perhaps the whisper of a ghost, the haunted wails of a dead civilization, or perhaps their hope to reestablish their old comradeships with those who shared the same ideal. Each Arcology was considered a commune, and of them, the most willing to take the risks and rebuild their nation was their third, the MilNet Arcology which was now called the Third Commune.
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From the Confederation of Third Commune
Once it was a widespread belief that the ends justifies the means, a belief that has very much condemned our ancestors into annihilation, that have brough the deaths of more than three hundred and fifty millions of people, that have destroyed not only lives, but dreams, hopes and the very sense of compassion and humanity from many. I believe most will dismiss this transmission as nothing but a hoax, for indeed, it is unlikely for survivors to have ever managed to communicate after what happened in what was once known as the Confederacy of Third Spanish States. Now it is gone forever, just like were gone the Thirty hundred millions that once inhabited this place, leaving to their few the arduous task to rebuild our nation, by our own. We ask not for help, for we have seen enough of the human nature to know what "help" usually means in foreign relations. Our people has made this tragedy, and is our duty, and only our duty, to rebuild what we can from its ashes, and to also help the people of Spain. The purpose of this message is twofold. First, to announce that this has not been a no man's land, but the nest of a Phoenix, for good ideas will never die and reborn from ashes, for the mistake has not been the idea of freedom, but the belief that means and ends aren't intertwined and mutually dependent. From the ashes of the Confederacy of Third Spanish States, the Confederation of Third Commune thus has been born. Second, to seek our former allies, and to apologize to the free people of Beth Gellert and many other free civilizations for the tragedy our forefathers struck against the people of Spain. We lost contact with the Gelletian expeditionary forces after the fallout, and hope they have been able to do what could be done. We also apologize for the Allaneans, who despite ideological differences, have supported us in this conflict until our now crushed enemies decided to open the pandora box of nuclear warfare, and our people decided to retaliate at the fullest.
We hope the sins of our people can be amended, that one day we may free twice as much people as our ancestors have slaughtered in their anger and desire for revenge. We will never allow again for a few to have the power of destroying entire civilizations in their hands, we will never trust again Private Defense Agencies to do nothing but warmonger without care for consequences. I hope that our mistakes may serve as an example to avoid such disaster from ever happening again across the world.
(OOC: This happens in 2059, so it is logically PMT. However it is not LOL A Wizard Did IT PMT in the meaning that while fusion power, orbital gunz, a limited degree of power armors and Gladiator-like Unmanned Ground Vehicles with limited AI are acceptable, mechas and hovertanks aren't. But if you didn't realize yet, this is more suitable for a Post-Apocalyptic variant of PMT)