Bargia, Solaren General de Castille sat quietly at the head of the long table. He had been quietly handed overall command of all EDF forces; taking over from the Eiffelland. He knew the war was going poorly but it wasn't until he actually took command that he realized the extent of the setbacks. de Castille rubbed his temples gently. Insurgency was exploding throughout the Northern Solaren. The communists had out maneuvered the EDF to quench their imperialistic thirsts. Nicosia was pouring billions Nicosian Lire into food and aid for Solaris citizens. Something had to be done. One final push. One final hurrah. Apelona, Southern Solaren Rodrigo Jose Cortez, Cardinal of the Solaris Catholic Church took a long sip of wine from his glass of wine and set it back down on the barrel which served as a table. The farmhouse smelled of hay and the sweet dew that covered the field around it. The morning was obscenely cold for Southern Solaren, especially in March. One visiting the small farm would never guess a war was raging. One would never guess that inside sat 14 Cardinals of the Solaris church. Cortez and Vivar sat in two simple pine chairs that had been placed next to one another and the other cardinals stood or sat on whatever they could find. Their aides and staff sat outside with the cars and talked with one another. The gathered clergy were some of the most influential within the church but politically held few cards. One Cardinal was a ceremonial mayor and the other had served at the head of Solaren's nursing board. Outside of those two, none held any significant political position. Some were old and some were young but all knew Cortez. However, few of the younger knew who Vivar was. Before he was exiled, he had been a quiet Cardinal who was relegated to administrative duties. In truth, he was invested as a Cardinal mostly by mistake. Now, he sat as one of the most powerful men in the country. Unlike the government, the Church still had some structure and the Cardinals were at the top of the pyramid. Urban now sat in a dank and dirty cell in Nicosia. Vivar stood and began handing out sheets of paper as Cortez spoke. "You have all been gathered here to discuss the future of Holy Mother Church. The list in front of you should be the goals of our church. Holy Father is not here. It is up to us to keep this church alive. We can only do this together. The reason it is you 12 that are here is because you do not have dirty hands in the eyes of the EDF. In the eyes of the communists we are all dirty" said Cortez. The invited Cardinals looked at each other, slightly confused. Cortez did not miss this. "The political Cardinals will be questioned, tried, or disgraced. Those who have put their hands on the wheel of government will not be able to take the reigns again. Our church will become a church again, not a government oligarchy" said Cortez calmly. A murmur spread throughout the room before a few yells filled the room, including that of Cardinal Ortega who cried "HERETIC". Cortez raised his hand and the room fell silent. "I am not the Holy Father. I am merely trying to protect Mother Church. She is in peril. We must stand together or the walls of our church will collapse inwards upon us. This is the way to salvation of our church. Salvation or damnation. You can choose your own road. However, I urge you to hear me out"