Nick Thomas - Battle Earth V

Taylor grinned and laughed just a little.

They were led into the conference hall where world and military leaders from all major powers had assembled. It was an intimidating sight for the two of them. Taylor always hated the formality used in politics and the higher-ranking officials. They were announced and then asked for an immediate report of the events they had taken part in. For two hours, the crowd listened intently with Chandra doing almost all of the talking. General White finally stood up as they drew to a close.

“Thank you, Colonel, and you Major. You may take a seat.”

The General strolled up to their position at the front to address the crowd. He had become one of the key faces in the war against the alien invaders and had naturally risen to the task of administering the conference.

“Shortly before your arrival here, we received a transmission from the Washington that the scientist Doctor Reiter believes it unsafe to attempt to dismantle or destroy the space gateway. He believes that such tampering could have cataclysmic effects for our Solar System. Essentially, we do not know enough about the technology to attempt such a feat. He does, however, believe its operation is very simple.”

Taylor turned in shock, but it was clear that the rest of the audience had already been informed of this information.

“I believed from the very start, as did many of my staff, that all attempts should be made to destroy any route into our Solar System. That option having been taken off the table, we are now at a fork in the road. If we cannot stop them coming here, we must either take a defensive strategy, and prepare for a future attack, or take the fight to the enemy. My opinion, ladies and gentlemen, is that we should not stand back and hope for the best. I believe we should step through into their world and stick it to ‘em whilst they’re on the run.”

“Thank you, General.”

The President of the United States, Adrian Walters, stood up and took the floor.

“We have all suffered a great deal in this war. The world has suffered to the degree that it will never be the same again. But, it has brought a unity that this planet, this Solar System, has never known. The United States’ position is that we cannot, and will not, stand by and go about our normal lives when an apocalyptical threat hangs over us. We will take the fight to the enemy!”

Cheers of support rang out around the room. But President Moreau stood up in opposition. The hall slowly fell quiet enough that he could be heard.

“My country of France was ravished in the last war, worse than most. We cannot ask more of our people. We cannot support such warmongering, nor are we willing to lose more people in another pointless war.”

“Fucking idiot,” Taylor murmured.

General White heard him but was glad no one else did. He did, however, share Taylor’s belief. He shot up from his chair to address the Frenchman.

“I was not aware, Mr President, that any human faction could be considered warmongers. I also seem to remember that when your country was threatened many nations, whose leaders stand before you today, went to your aid. You are here today because the world supported you. Will you not give anything back to protect all our futures?”

The French President’s face went red with anger and rage.

“Millions of French citizens and soldiers died in the last war! What more can you ask of us? We have won! Let us return to peace and our normal lives, and forget the troubles which are now over!”

Taylor shook his head as Chandra leaned in to his side.

“Naive bastard, how can he turn a blind eye?” she whispered.

They watched in amazement as several world leaders cheered in support for the Frenchman.

“It’s easier to pretend the problem doesn’t exist rather than deal with it,” he replied.

“Then you are in favour of going through the gate?”

“If it cannot be destroyed, yes, it is our only option.”

She smiled to herself. Taylor is back on side.

The American President stood up once again, and General White called the room to silence. Walters was a tall but thin and wiry man and in his early seventies. His hair was a shiny white, but he still had a full head of it. He was a staunch republican, and a man who had clearly lived a hard but successful life; his face heavily wrinkled and rough. He stood tall and proud; a man who was strong in the head even if his body no longer was. His suit was of a cut not seen in fifty years. This man was as a relic of a bygone era.

“You have all heard the facts. The United States is committed to the safety of this planet and that of the Lunar Colony. And to that end, we will do whatever is necessary to protect them. In four weeks, we will send a fleet through the space gateway, with the intention of taking the fight to the enemy. We need all the support we can get. I ask you all to dig deep into your conscience and appreciate how vital this mission is to us all. Now I ask you, a show of hands. Who will join us in this enterprise?”

The British Prime Minister and German President were first to raise their hands and voice their support. A number followed until the final divide was set. A third of the leaders in attendance remained silent, still including Moreau.

“Then it is decided,” stated White. “We have a majority support for action. I thank you all for your support in this undertaking and would ask you to have your Generals liaise with myself immediately. I hereby call this conference to an end!”

Taylor could see the disappointment in Walters’ face. They had enough support, but he had clearly hoped to rally world leaders as one. Those who had not voiced their support quickly stood and left the room. Most of the others broke out into conversation with the people around them.

“This divide will not end here,” said Chandra. “Many have shown their true colours. If they falter at such a time, then we would do well to keep a keen eye on them.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, Mitch, that we should not assume that all mankind is on our side. I do not say they would ally with the enemy, but they would certainly act in hindrance of us.”

Taylor nodded in agreement. He had seen such during the war. After they had given everything, it amazed and disgusted him that politicians walked away as if they had the moral high ground.

“Ignorant bastard!”

He said it loud enough that several around them heard, but he didn’t care. General White paced up to the two of them with a sigh.

“It is done then.”

“Nothing is done, Sir. This is the beginning of a long road,” replied Taylor.

“Has any progress been made on improving Earth’s orbital defences?” asked Chandra.

White nodded hesitantly.

“Yes, but I am not sure anything we can do would withstand the overwhelming power of their first assault. That is the nature of static defence. The best thing we can do is to develop our fleets. With another few months of all-out construction, as we are doing, I believe we could have enough Navy power to fight them out there and away from our colonies.”

“Then the Marines’ role will be more important than ever. This enemy pursues ruthless and fearless boarding actions that are devastating. Maybe just a hundred or two got aboard the Washington, and we came close to losing her, and perhaps the rest of the fleet.”

White looked at them in shock.

“Taylor is right. It was no plain sailing.”

“And yet you still support the decision to go through the gate?”

“I don’t see that we have an option anymore,” replied Taylor.

It was clear to them both the General was genuinely surprised to hear that they were not convinced by their chances of success, yet they wanted to go anyway.