King Auditorium
Douglass City, Washington Continent
Dixie
16 April 3035
For months Harold Wise's campaign was slow to build steam. This was not merely from resistance, but from his own choice. Too much volume would simply raise the backs of these proud people, coming off as a pressure tactic. Better to be slow, to let the thought percolate in their communication networks, the online chatrooms and discussion forums and town halls.
Just as much, he didn't expect instant success. Polls were showing a majority opposed to voluntary accession and many willing to expand the existing garrison and raise militia to resist a forceful Arcadian takeover. He'd gotten them to consider the iddea,, but he hadn't won their support for it.
That campaign began now.
He'd been invited to a debate by the Count of Shenandoah, Albert Botts. He was a man of light brown complexion, a common skin tone on Dixie, on the portly side but with an energy that belied that build. His green eyes glittered like intelligent gems and Wise, who preferred a private discussion over a public debate, felt like he'd made an enormous mistake.
If I fail, the AFFM will agitate for the sending of regiments, he reminded himself.
The debate moderator, a retired Congressman named Kevin Clayson, commenced the discussion. "Mister Harold Wise, Your Lordship, thank you for attending us today," Clayson said. "The matter at hand is, given everything reported, an important one for the future of our planet. For those who are unfamiliar with the matter, Mister Wise is from the Foreign Office of the Arcadian Free March, which sent him to propose to our people and government that Dixie voluntarily join the Free March. His Lordship Count Cleburne leads the party in the Senate most opposed to the idea and supportive of our world's continued independence. Mister Wise, I invite you to go first."
"Thank you, Mister Clayson," Wise said. "After these past few months on your world, I know your people well enough to lay the matter out squarely. I needn't tell you how the Inner Sphere has changed. You've seen it. Your world's independence was already ended, by Defiance-Hesperus and the Kingdom of Kashamarka. The collapse of Kashamarka has returned independence for the moment, but in this Inner Sphere, it will not last. So we of Arcadia invite Dixie to stand with us, not because we are mightier than you, but because we can best aid you in protecting the rights you cherish."
Everything quieted until Cleburne spoke. "Your Arcadia has conquered many worlds these past couple of years, Mister Wise," he said. "You say you wish us to join you, but you say nothing of the threat behind those words. If we fail, your superiors may just send your armies to subjugate us. Or has the Free March eaten its fill? Considering its recent actions, sir, the answer is clearly no."
"Our hands are not clean, no. We wished to remain out, but Andurien has proven why we cannot," Wise replied. "I will not mince words. I fear that force may be used as well. The Free March cannot afford your world falling to the Marian Hegemony. But we wish to convince you to join willingly."
"Because you fear we would fight too hard against you?"
"Because we fear for the lives that would be lost in a battle you cannot win," Wise said. "While the necessity of our situation forces us to expand, we would rather it be peaceful, and we don't want slaves like the Hegemony, but free men and women ready to fight to save what is theirs."
There were a few supporting roars from the crowd, but Cleburne wasn't done. "Dixie has been free for the better part of two centuries, Mister Wise, before this expansion of government power began. Our people are ready to fight you or anyone else to save the freedoms they cherish."
"And if they lose, Your Lordship? If they are defeated, what then?"
The crowd's eyes turned to Cleburne, who quickly responded. "Then we keep the dream alive. We lay up arms and wait."
"Just as you did before? Sir, how close was Dixie to winning its independence back by force? As opposed to your reaction to the Consolidant and Kashamarka, where you not only accepted the loss of independence, you let one government sell your world." Wise let that point hang. He saw the frustration in Cleburne's eyes and knew he'd landed a point. He turned his eyes to the crowd, noting they too were frustrated by that knowledge. "I think we would all be happy if the Inner Sphere allowed worlds to remain independent, but those days are over. An era of interstellar government has returned, for good and for ill, and for those who value the principles of liberty the best hope lies in association with a government that accepts those principles. Your choices, I am afraid to say, are limited, and I fervently believe we are the best choice regardless. Whether you agree or disagree with me, well… I leave that for you to decide, people of Dixie."
His words were not so much inspired or rehearsed, they were words of frustration. He didn't like this new Inner Sphere either. He preferred the Inner Sphere as it was twenty, thirty years ago, when however dangerous and chaotic it was, worlds at least could decide their own fates if they strove for it. But that was over. He knew it, and he was sure that deep down, these people knew it too.
To his surprise, they applauded. A handful cheered, but it was mostly applause. Even Count Cleburne gave him an acknowledging nod.
Maybe this will get the ball rolling, he thought. Maybe my mission succeeds after all.
Springfield Defense Arsenal Works
Hagerstown, Hadley Continent
Loric
20 April 3035
President Blair insisted on joining Karl in the invited inspection of the Springfield Works. The defense plant was a rebuilt factory complex from the era of the Star League. While it lacked the automation and sophisticated systems restored on Arcadia and other similar worlds, with the right licenses it would be capable of producing Star League-quality weaponry. And since the Blairs were part of the majority shareholding group, they would profit the entire way.
At their insistence, Karl spent hours watching them accomplish what they considered their best effort: assembling a Jenner BattleMech in less than ten hours, from the casting of the alloyed skeleton to the fitting of the myomer motive bundles to the welding of the last plate of armor. A factory pilot brought the 'Mech to life and moved it out, somewhat stiffly Karl thought (and he was quite certain the machine would quietly be moved to a hangar for a complete overhaul).
Nevertheless he let himself be impressed. "Hopefully you will be constructing 'Mechs for the AFFM before long," he said.
"I'm sure the folks at Springfield here would jump at the chance."
If not for the utter mess the Inner Sphere's contract law has become since the fall of the Star League, I imagine you would have already faced a lawsuit by the actual owners of this design, instead of letting you build it for a small licensing fee. Karl didn't let those thoughts show on his face. "How goes your political efforts, Mister President?"
"Oh, fine Mister Montberg, fine. I'm having to make some deals, of course, but I think we'll get the votes we need. What about on your end?"
"The AFFM has been informed of your request to resurrect your 'Blair Guards' unit," Karl said. "I imagine that once everything is secure, they will begin the process immediately. Naturally you will be invited to the mustering ceremony."
"Can't wait to see it!" the President exclaimed.
Douglass City, Washington Continent
Dixie
16 April 3035
For months Harold Wise's campaign was slow to build steam. This was not merely from resistance, but from his own choice. Too much volume would simply raise the backs of these proud people, coming off as a pressure tactic. Better to be slow, to let the thought percolate in their communication networks, the online chatrooms and discussion forums and town halls.
Just as much, he didn't expect instant success. Polls were showing a majority opposed to voluntary accession and many willing to expand the existing garrison and raise militia to resist a forceful Arcadian takeover. He'd gotten them to consider the iddea,, but he hadn't won their support for it.
That campaign began now.
He'd been invited to a debate by the Count of Shenandoah, Albert Botts. He was a man of light brown complexion, a common skin tone on Dixie, on the portly side but with an energy that belied that build. His green eyes glittered like intelligent gems and Wise, who preferred a private discussion over a public debate, felt like he'd made an enormous mistake.
If I fail, the AFFM will agitate for the sending of regiments, he reminded himself.
The debate moderator, a retired Congressman named Kevin Clayson, commenced the discussion. "Mister Harold Wise, Your Lordship, thank you for attending us today," Clayson said. "The matter at hand is, given everything reported, an important one for the future of our planet. For those who are unfamiliar with the matter, Mister Wise is from the Foreign Office of the Arcadian Free March, which sent him to propose to our people and government that Dixie voluntarily join the Free March. His Lordship Count Cleburne leads the party in the Senate most opposed to the idea and supportive of our world's continued independence. Mister Wise, I invite you to go first."
"Thank you, Mister Clayson," Wise said. "After these past few months on your world, I know your people well enough to lay the matter out squarely. I needn't tell you how the Inner Sphere has changed. You've seen it. Your world's independence was already ended, by Defiance-Hesperus and the Kingdom of Kashamarka. The collapse of Kashamarka has returned independence for the moment, but in this Inner Sphere, it will not last. So we of Arcadia invite Dixie to stand with us, not because we are mightier than you, but because we can best aid you in protecting the rights you cherish."
Everything quieted until Cleburne spoke. "Your Arcadia has conquered many worlds these past couple of years, Mister Wise," he said. "You say you wish us to join you, but you say nothing of the threat behind those words. If we fail, your superiors may just send your armies to subjugate us. Or has the Free March eaten its fill? Considering its recent actions, sir, the answer is clearly no."
"Our hands are not clean, no. We wished to remain out, but Andurien has proven why we cannot," Wise replied. "I will not mince words. I fear that force may be used as well. The Free March cannot afford your world falling to the Marian Hegemony. But we wish to convince you to join willingly."
"Because you fear we would fight too hard against you?"
"Because we fear for the lives that would be lost in a battle you cannot win," Wise said. "While the necessity of our situation forces us to expand, we would rather it be peaceful, and we don't want slaves like the Hegemony, but free men and women ready to fight to save what is theirs."
There were a few supporting roars from the crowd, but Cleburne wasn't done. "Dixie has been free for the better part of two centuries, Mister Wise, before this expansion of government power began. Our people are ready to fight you or anyone else to save the freedoms they cherish."
"And if they lose, Your Lordship? If they are defeated, what then?"
The crowd's eyes turned to Cleburne, who quickly responded. "Then we keep the dream alive. We lay up arms and wait."
"Just as you did before? Sir, how close was Dixie to winning its independence back by force? As opposed to your reaction to the Consolidant and Kashamarka, where you not only accepted the loss of independence, you let one government sell your world." Wise let that point hang. He saw the frustration in Cleburne's eyes and knew he'd landed a point. He turned his eyes to the crowd, noting they too were frustrated by that knowledge. "I think we would all be happy if the Inner Sphere allowed worlds to remain independent, but those days are over. An era of interstellar government has returned, for good and for ill, and for those who value the principles of liberty the best hope lies in association with a government that accepts those principles. Your choices, I am afraid to say, are limited, and I fervently believe we are the best choice regardless. Whether you agree or disagree with me, well… I leave that for you to decide, people of Dixie."
His words were not so much inspired or rehearsed, they were words of frustration. He didn't like this new Inner Sphere either. He preferred the Inner Sphere as it was twenty, thirty years ago, when however dangerous and chaotic it was, worlds at least could decide their own fates if they strove for it. But that was over. He knew it, and he was sure that deep down, these people knew it too.
To his surprise, they applauded. A handful cheered, but it was mostly applause. Even Count Cleburne gave him an acknowledging nod.
Maybe this will get the ball rolling, he thought. Maybe my mission succeeds after all.
Springfield Defense Arsenal Works
Hagerstown, Hadley Continent
Loric
20 April 3035
President Blair insisted on joining Karl in the invited inspection of the Springfield Works. The defense plant was a rebuilt factory complex from the era of the Star League. While it lacked the automation and sophisticated systems restored on Arcadia and other similar worlds, with the right licenses it would be capable of producing Star League-quality weaponry. And since the Blairs were part of the majority shareholding group, they would profit the entire way.
At their insistence, Karl spent hours watching them accomplish what they considered their best effort: assembling a Jenner BattleMech in less than ten hours, from the casting of the alloyed skeleton to the fitting of the myomer motive bundles to the welding of the last plate of armor. A factory pilot brought the 'Mech to life and moved it out, somewhat stiffly Karl thought (and he was quite certain the machine would quietly be moved to a hangar for a complete overhaul).
Nevertheless he let himself be impressed. "Hopefully you will be constructing 'Mechs for the AFFM before long," he said.
"I'm sure the folks at Springfield here would jump at the chance."
If not for the utter mess the Inner Sphere's contract law has become since the fall of the Star League, I imagine you would have already faced a lawsuit by the actual owners of this design, instead of letting you build it for a small licensing fee. Karl didn't let those thoughts show on his face. "How goes your political efforts, Mister President?"
"Oh, fine Mister Montberg, fine. I'm having to make some deals, of course, but I think we'll get the votes we need. What about on your end?"
"The AFFM has been informed of your request to resurrect your 'Blair Guards' unit," Karl said. "I imagine that once everything is secure, they will begin the process immediately. Naturally you will be invited to the mustering ceremony."
"Can't wait to see it!" the President exclaimed.