A rather harsh and cynical remark. Prokorov sat back on his seat in front of the party meeting. Most of the seats were empty, and the office itself was pretty makeshift. A Rivanan and an Aesanian flag were behind the premiers chair, both easily distinguishable. A few others were setting up a camera in the room.
- "No, Juliani. Not our nation, just Mrezov.. It won't be long now.." - vice-premier Javolin was always a friend to the aging revolutionary that Prokorov was. He admired his premier either way. This amount of stress ould cause any normal man to break, yet the premier of Rivana stood there, as if invincible - and was still looking to somehow solve the situation. His people needed him, and he wasn't going to leave them to the likes of Mrezov.
- "Is everything set?"
- "Yes, comrade - we are on air in three... two..."
Good afternoon to all. As of yesterday the "Rivanan Empire" and the Aesanian Union are officially in the state of war. Thousands of men and women are fighting for Mrezov's autocracy, and freedom itself is threatened as terrifying orders are given by a man who's ambition is nothing more than to simply control the entire continent. But what he fails to see is that through peace we all control this continent equally, and we are all it's owners. We might have had our grudges in the past. Misconceptions, conflicts of interest, ideological influences - now is the time to put all that aside. Now is the time to fight for the people, and put a stop to the tyranny that has engulfed the once proud nation that is Rivana. Until yesterday there wasn't a glimmer of hope, but now we are here - and we will drive that glimmer of hope until it becomes a force capable of obliterating fascism in our motherland. The People's Republic of Rivana once again stands, albeit on foreign ground - but this is but the first step. Now is the time to restart the true Rivanan army, and engulf the north in yet another revolution. Now is the time to end this war, and move on to Soladia to end theirs as well. Now is the time to finally unite against the common foe, and show the world once more that we are capable of enforcing our freedoms, and no dictator with imperial ambitions is going to stop us. The ultimate fate of world freedom lies in our hands. Do not fail your people.
- "... and cut."
All the people in the room stood up to applause the premier. This was but the beginning of the revolution. The red revolution.
- "Message Patal. I am flying over to discuss the liberation." - premier Prokorov ordered out loud.
As his voice was heard in millions of television sets all across the world, in Rivana giant telescreens turned to show his face as he was addressing all the people of the world. Before the commisariat realised what is happening, Lebada was echoing with their former premiers voice. The technicians operating those screens were proud of themselves, even though they would be jailed - if not shot - after. Police tried to round up the cheering capital, but to no avail. The crowds hadn't disappeared from the streets until the transmission finally ended.
One thing however that Mrezov thought would be impossible - the 51st was back in business. The bulk of the forces loyal to premier Prokorov have been placed on the southernmost part of the Propylosian - Rivanan border...
