#Central Executive of the Recontructive Provisional Regime

[dappermola]

The command crew of the PLASN Shanxi have made their purpose in the Mariner City Colony clear. They are an imperialist, jingoist threat to our colony, our livelihoods, and our kin.

Their opening act upon the reconstruction of the infernal machine that crashed in our home was the total annihilation of the Scavenger Guilds that called Bradbury Basin home following the Collapse. They attacked suddenly and without warning, then lied to the Conference about having warned the Central Executive of their attack.

They have continued their bombardment of our beloved colony, and have not discriminated between military and civilian industrial sites.

The Central Executive Armed Forces enlisted to defend our capitol, and accepted all the risks associated with their duty whether they made that decision within the past four months or 100 Earth years ago. Every citizen within the City Hall complex made the choice to abandon their lives as they knew them to defend our colony and restore it to its former glory.

The Scavenger Guilds made no such choice. They chose to organize, to band together, and use their skills to stake their claim in the ruins of our city. They chose to cooperate with the Martian Union for Restoration and the Reconstructive Provisional Regime to restore the wonders of our colony and see it to unity.

They did not choose to die for their cause, or mine.

They did not choose to die for the southern government or its "Revolution".

They did not choose to be the Shanxi's first blood in Mariner City.

I would like to ask we take a moment of silence for the people of the Scavenger Guilds, their homes, their live's works, and the scarce few survivors that escaped the slaughter.

The Unary Administrator removes her cap, looks down, and mouths a prayer before waiting a long moment.

The Central Executive will not rest until the PLASN Shanxi and its commanders are dead or beyond martian orbit never to return. The Central Executive will bear, bruised and bloodied, everything the PLASN Shanxi has at its disposal.

My message is not for the leaders of nations. They have all known this to be true for days. My message is not for my constituents, who have endured more than anyone in this colony should be forced to. My message is to the territories of Shanxi and the ground forces inside our city.

You must dissent.

You have been sent to fight and to die for the privileged visionaries that dominate you from orbit. These people are not your leaders. They are not your kin. They will not grieve for you when you are punished and struck down for their crimes.

You must dissent.

Do not misunderstand: if you continue your advance into our city at their command, I will have you destroyed to the individual and you will see no mercy for the atrocities your despots have inflicted upon my people.

You must dissent.

Your life is in your hands. Not theirs, and not yet mine. If you resist the mission you have been sent to die for then you will see no conflict in our city. You will know peace, and you will be the ruler of your destiny.

You must dissent.

We will frustrate any attempt to infringe on your life, liberty, and livelihood. We will not blame you for the actions of the hegemons in orbit that have sent you to your death. We will fight for your right to choose your destiny. I promise you this.

You must dissent.