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Leader of the Pasten Peoples’ Party, Terran Mandrake, walked into the Bormilian Cathedral- not a holy place, but a building filled with the greatest stories of all time.
His would be one of them.
Armed soldiers greeted him. They were supposed to be PLA members defending the area, but he knew otherwise. Those were his soldiers. He walked into the great hall. Aldranic and Ikaranarean symbols hung from banners from beautifully carved pillars, detailing stories like of the hero Rustus during the War of the Two Coalitions, or the greatest Narussian leader whom solidified Narussian naval supremacy in Ikaranara and its place in the Triangular Empire.
All Ikaranarean stories. All worthless.
What about Past’s contribution to Ikaranara? Their culture, their customs, their extension of power into places further south? Past was indeed the Triangular Empire’s crown jewel all those centuries ago, and yet here they were now.
With a few bomb-sized bullet wounds to show for it.
He walked up the massive stairs into a secluded room overlooking that very same hall, with tinted glass to provide privacy to him and a young man that was awaiting him.
“Welcome, sir,” the young man said. “I have the status update for ETR’s gains and losses in Ikaranara ready.”
“Out with it, then, Ditri.”
Ditri cleared his throat. He was a smart young man, who was Terran’s secretary, for his political career. But he also served as informant for his greater plans as well. His loyalty was suprising, but not unwelcome.
“They have secured two remote buildings as forward bases. Both in Narus, sir.”
“At this rate they’ll never make it out of Narus.”
“The Reserve Guard and FIC puts up a good fight, sir. Two were captured, 10 were killed. But, they’ve gotten 20 more recruits.”
Terran was annoyed. These small gains wouldn’t give them the support they needed for a coup.
“Tell Enrik, that lazy bastard leader of theirs, that we cannot continue to fund a revolution that never occurs! I need some gains, or else I’m pulling out of this entire operation.”
“I’ll get on that sir. See you at your speech tomorrow.” Ditri left the room, silently closing the door, leaving Terran invisible to the nonexistent tourists of the Cathedral. Viewing hours ended at 3 on weekdays. The real boom came on weekends.
He couldn’t help but shake the idea that his plan might fail. To fund a revolution in Ikaranara that would turn it into a socialist state. That would provide the needed motion in Past for him- now closer aligned with Ikaranara- to take power and reform Past into a rightful communist state. Ikaranara would follow suit- he would make sure of that.
Too long had Indavra been dominated by the Ikaranareans. They were richer, with more military power. But that would change when war comes. And though his actions were backwater, he would go down in history as the greatest leader in Indavra whom brought their nations to glory. Stories would tell of his feats for decades, if not centuries.
That he was sure of.