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Stupendously Illogical Englishman
TO: The Empress of Majterre
FROM: The Prime Minister of Great Britain
While we appreciate that your attempt to alter the weather was done with good attentions, His Majesty's Government would appreciate it if you were a little more careful with affecting Northern European weather patterns.
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TO: The United States of America
FROM: The Prime Minister of Great Britain.
What did you honestly expect was going to happen?
The Prime Minister was in his office, dancing on his desk to late-1990s ska.
"Excuse me, Prime Minister, but we need to talk about-"
The Prime Minister jumped out of his skin and tumbled off of his desk as Pearl walked into the room.
"Oh...I didn't see you were busy," shrugged Pearl.
"Never mind," sighed the Prime Minister, climbing to his feet and sitting at his desk, "But if anybody tells Schulz about this, they're dead."
"Were you using the ceremonial mace as a microphone?"
"...no," said the Prime Minister, discreetly throwing the ceremonial mace to the side, "Anyway, what's the good word?"
"We might," said Pearl, "Have a chance of pushing Schulz out of London. The majority of the city is loyal to us now, and we still outnumber them."
"You think we should shoot first?" asked the Prime Minister, "I told you I didn't want to start a shooting war unless we were attacked first!"
"The war is inevitable, Prime Minister," snapped Pearl, "We have to attack while we still have the advantages!"
"And what of foreign opinion?" demanded the Prime Minister, "We're the last bastion of democracy, Pearl! What's it going to look like if we start wars against our political opposition?"
"If I may, Prime Minister..."
A grey-haired man in a grey-haired suit walked into the room.
"Sir Humphrey?"
"If we were, perhaps, to send troops to disarm the SPD forces in London," he said, "We give them the option to deescalate the situation without starting a war. Especially if we make it clear that supporters of the SPD will not be punished..."
"And we don't shoot unless they do," nodded the Prime Minister.
"Won't that put our own troops at risk?" asked Pearl.
"My dear lady, isn't that the point of soldiers?" replied Sir Humphrey, his tone somewhat condescending.
The Prime Minister stood up, leaning against his desk and sighing.
"Alright," he said, "Listen to me, because I want to make this as clear as possible. You are to carry out this mission with the utmost caution. Use the police wherever possible - don't send in the army unless there doesn't seem to be any other option. We are not starting a civil war - we are disarming protesters in accordance with British law. If anybody fires without first being fired upon, I want them courtmartialled. Is that clear?"
Both Pearl and Sir Humphrey nodded.
"Right," said the Prime Minister, "Pearl, I am putting this mission under your personal command. Good luck."
"I'll get it done, Prime Minister," nodded Pearl.
"Good," said the Prime Minister, "Good. You can both leave now."
Pearl and Sir Humphrey left, leaving the Prime Minister alone. He sighed, reaching for his music player.
"I need something really good to calm down to...ah yes, this'll do..."
If Operation Unity, as the MoD had so unimaginatively called it, succeeded, than the SPD threat to British unity would be severely curtailed, and the Government wouldn't even have had to start a shooting war.
If the shooting war did start, Pearl stood to lose serious favour in the Cabinet, which diminish her voice in favour of his own. She was competent, no doubt about that, but too aligned with the views of politically naive fools like the Prime Minister and Minister Pines.
If the government collapsed - well, he could always offer his services to Schulz.
In any case, Sir Humphrey knew, the end result would be good for the Civil Service. Which was, of course, the natural way of things...
Action: Move to peacefully disarm SPD forces in London - only fire if absolutely necessary.
FROM: The Prime Minister of Great Britain
While we appreciate that your attempt to alter the weather was done with good attentions, His Majesty's Government would appreciate it if you were a little more careful with affecting Northern European weather patterns.
----
TO: The United States of America
FROM: The Prime Minister of Great Britain.
What did you honestly expect was going to happen?
The Prime Minister was in his office, dancing on his desk to late-1990s ska.
"Excuse me, Prime Minister, but we need to talk about-"
The Prime Minister jumped out of his skin and tumbled off of his desk as Pearl walked into the room.
"Oh...I didn't see you were busy," shrugged Pearl.
"Never mind," sighed the Prime Minister, climbing to his feet and sitting at his desk, "But if anybody tells Schulz about this, they're dead."
"Were you using the ceremonial mace as a microphone?"
"...no," said the Prime Minister, discreetly throwing the ceremonial mace to the side, "Anyway, what's the good word?"
"We might," said Pearl, "Have a chance of pushing Schulz out of London. The majority of the city is loyal to us now, and we still outnumber them."
"You think we should shoot first?" asked the Prime Minister, "I told you I didn't want to start a shooting war unless we were attacked first!"
"The war is inevitable, Prime Minister," snapped Pearl, "We have to attack while we still have the advantages!"
"And what of foreign opinion?" demanded the Prime Minister, "We're the last bastion of democracy, Pearl! What's it going to look like if we start wars against our political opposition?"
"If I may, Prime Minister..."
A grey-haired man in a grey-haired suit walked into the room.
"Sir Humphrey?"
"If we were, perhaps, to send troops to disarm the SPD forces in London," he said, "We give them the option to deescalate the situation without starting a war. Especially if we make it clear that supporters of the SPD will not be punished..."
"And we don't shoot unless they do," nodded the Prime Minister.
"Won't that put our own troops at risk?" asked Pearl.
"My dear lady, isn't that the point of soldiers?" replied Sir Humphrey, his tone somewhat condescending.
The Prime Minister stood up, leaning against his desk and sighing.
"Alright," he said, "Listen to me, because I want to make this as clear as possible. You are to carry out this mission with the utmost caution. Use the police wherever possible - don't send in the army unless there doesn't seem to be any other option. We are not starting a civil war - we are disarming protesters in accordance with British law. If anybody fires without first being fired upon, I want them courtmartialled. Is that clear?"
Both Pearl and Sir Humphrey nodded.
"Right," said the Prime Minister, "Pearl, I am putting this mission under your personal command. Good luck."
"I'll get it done, Prime Minister," nodded Pearl.
"Good," said the Prime Minister, "Good. You can both leave now."
Pearl and Sir Humphrey left, leaving the Prime Minister alone. He sighed, reaching for his music player.
"I need something really good to calm down to...ah yes, this'll do..."
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Everything was completely under control.
If Operation Unity, as the MoD had so unimaginatively called it, succeeded, than the SPD threat to British unity would be severely curtailed, and the Government wouldn't even have had to start a shooting war.
If the shooting war did start, Pearl stood to lose serious favour in the Cabinet, which diminish her voice in favour of his own. She was competent, no doubt about that, but too aligned with the views of politically naive fools like the Prime Minister and Minister Pines.
If the government collapsed - well, he could always offer his services to Schulz.
In any case, Sir Humphrey knew, the end result would be good for the Civil Service. Which was, of course, the natural way of things...
Action: Move to peacefully disarm SPD forces in London - only fire if absolutely necessary.