Field Marshal Joseph Garcia puts up his hand for a moment to stop her. "I'm afraid I did not make myself clear, it is not an ideological reason but a strategic one instead. With that in mind, why do you think we do this?"
Mildly irritated yet not actually confused, Lena tries to shift her thoughts into an order conducting the military need.
"Every strategic decision always is an ideologic one, as the one cannot be without the other in any revolutionary context. If it indeed is, then it's a tactical decision indicating the need for solely military actions carried out to vanguard the overall strategy.
However, as I don't know the word about the Monary, I can only make a rough assumption here.
With pushing the actual field of combat operations deeper into libertonian territory, it stretches the aggressors supply lines, putting the Republics ally into their back and eventually, given the size of the Royal Forces I could gather intel on, end in a new political power fortifying territory between the Liberty Republic and the Bretonian Empire, as further pushing into libertonian core systems would have the supply chain collapse. In return a draw in this conflict will likely end in 3 nations unwelcome to each side sharing a small zone of common interest.
Given those circumstances, any attempt to further put colleteral damage upon either the Republic or the Empire is likely not responded to properly by their respective naval forces, opening the unique chance to make use of the strain brought with the war to arouse a socialistic idea within the populace easier as it otherwise would be, should either the Republic or the Empire not win anything in this conflict without being put at their existential limits.
Either way, they're all depleting resources, material and stress the peoples will to stand behind their governments decisions should any combat actions just cause casualties and losses, yet they'll claw upon the hope of victory which in return keeps the previous outlined cycle going on."
This time staying focussed on the Field Marshal, she is awaiting his evaluation upon her thoughts, should he even bother to answer to the presumably incoherent facts she put together.
Overall military strategy, not her best field of operations, not even close. And yet, dissembling the concerns she has about the content of the response she gave, Lena is hiding her scepsis under an emotionless look towards Garcia.
Field Marshal Joseph Garcia listened to the woman. Though she bored him with the common revolutionary rhetoric he was so used to hearing from applicants that hoped to impress him, the general idea of what she was trying to say made sense.
"Well, you have it mostly right. Think of it this way, if Gallia pushes deeper into Liberty then the Libertonian unlawfuls will also fight them. Better the enemy you know. At that point Gallia would have to contend with multiple attacks on multiple fronts and it will leave its rear supply lines exposed to our assaults. We would strand and starve the entire Gallic armada while weakening Liberty." he said. It was only while discussing this that the Field Marshal actually seemed to enjoy his time talking to applicants.
"Well, I think we may have use for you, as long as you're willing to learn of course." he said, sliding a packet of papers towards the woman. "Fill these out and give them to the secretary. Dismissed." he said, waving her out of his office.
Lena, relieved to take a standing position again, takes the package up from the Field Marshals desk. This process does not seem finished yet, and it already starts to stress her nerves as Garcia was more into military duty as into the actual Movements ideology. Then again, he sure has to listen many vague assumptions and countless statements of rhetorical aphaty. Before turning to leave the office, she salutes.
She sat on the waiting lounge, and crossed her legs. She had no fantasies that they wouldn't recognize her.
And she was fine by it. Another face, another target.
And she was waiting for another life.
One of the secretaries delivered her a paper, and asked for her name and credentials.
"Kalliste Silver.
She replied.
And with that, the weight on her shoulders disappeared.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Silver nodded to the secretary and passed by the... almighty, they are big, guards that were standing at the doorstep of the office of the Field Marshall.
With a knock and a muffled voice of "Enter.", Silver was walking to her destiny.
Death, Pain or Release.
"Field Marshall."
She saluted.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Field Marshal Joseph Garcia awaited the knock on his door.
"Enter." he said. Shortly after, the door opened and in walked Silver.
Garcia showed no reaction to her presence, he merely spoke in a polite but indifferent tone.
"Please, have a seat." he said, motioning to the chair in front of him. As soon and she did, Garcia leaned forward and changed his tone to a more friendlier one.
"You." he said, almost playfully. "I never expected you to walk through these doors and into our little offices." he leaned back now. "So tell me, what brings you here?" he said, but quickly held one finger up before she could speak. "Forgive me, where are my manners? Would you like some Vodka?" he said, though he didn't wait for her reply before he opened a drawer and brought out a bottle of Vodka and two cups. "Some of the best that the Sirius Coalition has to offer." he said while pouring Vodka into both cups and sliding one over to Silver. He put the Vodka bottle close to him before continuing. "Now, where were we?" he said pausing for only a moment. "Ah, of course, you were about to tell me why you're here. Please, I'm sure it's quite a story."
Garcia simply laughed as she finished. "I'm sorry, it's just that when you said, give you a last shot, well it was rather amusing." he said before laughing a bit more and then calming down. "Ah, Coalition humour, I understand if you don't get it." he poured her some more Vodka before continuing.
"Now, we've never met before this but I know your name quite well. You used to lead the Reavers did you not?" he said, though it was more of a rhetorical question. "So what happened? Did someone take over the Company and boot you out? A coup, so to speak?" he said, still smiling.
"You'll have to excuse how amusing I find all of this, to see someone such as yourself come to us as a last resort." he said.
"Still, I'm genuinely interested. What made you come here? What made you think that the SCRA would be the place for someone like yourself to go?" he leaned forward, eager to hear her tale.
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