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Region: United Nations UN
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Upon hearing of the speech by Premier of Sozkana, Empress Anashara immediately called for an announcement to be made in Constantine Sqaure in front of the Imperial Palace in a days times. Upon 1000 hours the next day, the Square was filled to the brim with spectators, each buzzing with anticipation. Then, Empress Anashara came out and spoke to the people of Ulutor.
"125 years ago General Constantine and Admiral Rose saved Ulutor. For 125 years ago, Ulutor was saved from having the Red Menace as a neighbor. Constantine and Rose defeated the Socialist Republic of Regital and prevented what would not only have been the death of Ulutorian potential but the death of everything we hold dear. The day of reckoning came.
For 120 years, Ulutor has born witness to the Red scourge as it spread around the world, it bore its teeth into every nation too weak to resist, or too ignorant to fight. Toraism continues its never-ending quest to fill the world with its blood-red blight. It continues to stain every nation it touches, making its people weak and foolhardy. The Internationa Union has turned a blind eye now to this great enemy of all peoples. It considers itself in a state of detente. But my people, we know the truth, there is no resting with these Crimson plague. While the Union has and will settle for peace treaties to simply limit the power of Toraist nations, we know full well that there will be a final struggle. And when that time comes, when the Menace tosses his mask, when the purple coward runs, when the oceans run red with the blood of those killed under the blight's regime, we will be ready. We stand at the gates of Hell, constantly watching, preparing for the struggle. For whether alone or with others we will continue onwards to the final victory. The day of reckoning comes.
Throughout the ages, this long freeze has taken many forms. Propaganda, espionage, proxy, and at times blood. We have seen that blood. For so long Ulutor held its head from the World Wars, never truly ready to leap into the dogfight. But recently we have learned much. We, as a nation, stood and fought the world. The fire and spirit of Ulutor was tested in the forge of war. They wanted us broken up, they wanted us torn asunder. They wanted Ulutor made into a plethora of bickering republics, flying red and purple flags. Nations that would then bow to the whims of the Reds or the Purple. But here we are. The Homeland unstained by purple or Red, our colonies have proved resilient, and we have lost but a few years. And even then, while our Seas will lie undefended, we make strides in the Air, our Jets jumping forward leaps and bounds to caress the skies as angels of death, swift and unmerciful in their judgement. The day of reckoning comes.
For a few years, we have been defanged. Our navy shielded us from the Purple navy. Keeping the blood count even and the fighting away from the home of the Iris. But now my people, we must prepare. The Red world has felt our fist, they have seen their own blood on their lips, they have seen the shadows of death. Make no mistake, Anthacia lies across the Ulan Sea waiting, but our War is now with the Crimson flags of the International. The next monuments we build will be to our north, not our west. Come the day, the navy shall emerge from the dry docks stronger than ever, Annihilators, the many of them, at the ready. The day of reckoning comes.
Shall we cower? Shall we run? We have nowhere to go! Our only option is to stand and fight. As we have prepared for! As you have trained for! As we have been built for! The Strength of the Empire lies on you, my people! Our victory will rely on you. As every victory, we have had has. The day of reckoning comes my people. And when it arrives, we will be ready. DITRA LUNI AL IMPERIUM!"
