Wed Dec 01, 2004 7:18 pm by Der_Rot_Baron
Chapter 2
“What an unbelievable outrage!” Chancellor Matz cried, slamming his stubby, mole-encrusted fist down on the conference table. “It’s preposterous! What nerve… what nerve! Who committed such a… that diabolically insidious crime anyway?”
Ronald Sieback, Rhineland’s Director of Border-world Intelligence gave off a simple shrug in reply. “I don’t know, Herr Chancellor.”
The chancellor’s nostrils flared for a moment as he tried to calm down. “You realize, Ronald, that the first thing Bretonia and Kusari will do is lock off all passage with Rhineland vessels? They’ll boycott the entire house. They will think something along the lines of: “This is another crime of Rhineland! Mobilize our troops! A thousand years ago, we learned the hard way that German war machines sometimes go on twice in a row! Take the war to them! Destroy their shipyards, invade their homes!”
Sieback held up his hand and refrained from finishing the statement with a quick, sassy ‘and rape their women!’ “Herr Chancellor, I think that’s slightly exaggerated.”
The Rhineland president shot his fierce gaze across the table and crouched down on the furniture like a predacious cat. “Do you think so, Ronald? I don’t. If Bretonia even remembers exactly who, or what, the Nomads are, they will jump to even worse of a conclusion, and accuse us of falling victim to yet another infestation!”
The Director of Border-world Intelligence tossed both arms up in the air. “I came into this room, knowing I would have to be more-than reasonable to get through with you. The fact of the matter is that it was… You really don’t want to know, and I can’t say I’d blame you for firing me… Sir, it was Corsairs.”
Chancellor Matz, in all honesty, had not expected that. He was a short man, almost as bald as Chancellor Nieman, but with a wrinkled, aged scalp. Sieback could have sworn that he’d just seen the ill-tempered leader’s brain explode. The ripples through the chancellor’s blue veins atop his head suggested that.
The Corsairs… what filthy legend! Sure, they might exist, but what reason would they have to destroy a Freeport? The next question was black and white. Did they even have the capability to do that?
“What proof do you have of this?” the chancellor asked.
“Have you heard of the infamous Bretonian bounty hunter, Andrew Nicols Kline, sir?”
The chancellor’s face didn’t change whatsoever. “Nein. Ich kenne ihn nicht.”
“Ah, well, as I just said, he is very famous…” Sieback drawled off and picked the point back up. “On a side note from that, sir, he was presumably the first one killed in the battle of Freeport-9. You do acknowledge that the Corsairs at least EXIST, Herr Chancellor, and as criminals, they often fall victim to bounty hunters like Herr Kline. See, what happened, through the eyes of one of his wingmen, is that they were ambushed by a squadron of Corsair fighters as they left the Freeport. Bruce Colmes was the only person in his unit to escape alive, and he brought this single piece of evidence with him to Sigma-19.
The Director of BWI produced an electronic recorder. “On this device is the copied radio transmission from the time of the alleged Corsair attack, Herr Chancellor.” He pressed play, and allowed the evidence to speak for itself.
“All Zoner patrols, we are under attack by an unknown number of ships. Request support immediately! The Corsairs are attacking us!”
“All Zoners, we have incoming on our medium-range sensors. We estimate close to 50 heavy torpedoes. Deal with them, out.”
“Zoners Patrol Beta-2, do you copy? Zoners Pat—”
“The last transmission came from Freeport-9 as it was destroyed,” Sieback grimly explained. “The dialogue suggests, quite clearly, that the Zoners were indeed attacked by the Corsairs. I can think of no other way to explain the first accusation.”
“Perhaps it was an accident,” the chancellor protested. “What if Freeport-9 was mistaken?”
Sieback grinned. “We won’t ever know the answer to that one, I’m afraid, but with all due respect, Herr Chancellor, it’s time you came to terms with the facts and more readily prepared your nation for this growing threat.”
“Backup. You said ‘threat,’ Ronald. What threat?”
“Sir, I may not be part of your administration, I admit, but it is a proven fact that the Corsairs exist as a powerful pirating corporation at the least, and that they can do a severe amount of damage when required to. Take the situation in Bretonia, for example. You want a way out of this problem, blame it on the Corsairs! The Bretonian government—and its people!—will eagerly eat this information up as soon as it comes out of your mouth! They will worship such a statement. What’s more is that this will gain the direct support of the Zoners. The loss of a Freeport, especially in a place as tactically advantageous as Omicron Theta, will inflame the Zoners. Why not pit the entire system of Sirius against these, as you would surely have put them, pathetic nuisances, and have them wiped out?”
The chancellor interrupted. “You’re starting to sound like a madman, Sieback.”
“Ah, but tell me the solution to our dilemma isn’t reasonable, Herr Chancellor!”
“You went from our house’s defense to a plan of genocidal conquest.” Chancellor Matz wiped his forehead of the gaining sweat. “I do suppose it is a statement that couldn’t hurt us, however. If the Corsairs don’t like it, all the better. It will draw them out, won’t it?”
“Exactly, sir.”
“But Sieback,” the chancellor said, persisting with his former thought, “what if Bretonia doesn’t buy it? What if they put logic to logic and realize that we are—and, in reality, we are!—just utilizing their current problem with the Corsairs as a way out?”
“Herr Chancellor,” Sieback said, leaning forward on the table, “this is an opportunity to considerably raise Rhineland’s popularity within one year of your inauguration. Think about that. We destroy what’s rumored to be the most powerful, sophisticated criminal organization in Sirius, and the world will be at your knees.”
The chancellor skeptically shook his 70-year-old head. “I still am not convinced, entirely. I mean, I am convinced, but… Ach, how to explain it… I shall take this up with my administration, you know.”
“Of course, Herr Chancellor, and when you do, know that I will be there, in the shadows, ready to support you.”
(Yes, this is a rather short chapter. Since this will all be posted on a forum, at least, until TLR hopefully takes notice of it officially, it makes sense to cut the chapters off scene by scene, instead of by, what I would like to do, value to the plot.)
Edited by - Der_Rot_Baron on 12/1/2004 7:20:34 PM