13th of September, 1926
155 Alderton Street
Hawking House, Seat of the Canton of Eastern March
Whitehaven
Canton of Eastern March
Commonwealth of Cornavia
Slogans drawn on the walls of the assembly hall of the Eastern March Canton Assembly served as a visible remainder that mere days ago, the building had been the site of the last stand by a desperate band of men known as the Eastern March People's Volunteers. The bodies that undoubtedly had been scattered across the floor during the assault had, however, been removed ahead of the President's visit.
God must have been a friend of irony, for the man whom the Red insurgents had chosen as their leader - a former Army Sergeant and a well-known brawler in the harbour strikes that had plagued the city in the recent months - had made his last stand against the Commonwealth soldiers from the podium of the room, where usually the Premier of the Canton Assembly presided over the Assembly's sessions. However, he'd not ended his life there: He had been the last one alive, and after he had expended the bullets of his handgun the first Commonwealth soldiers to have reached the podium had "accidentally" bayoneted him to death. So had told Whitehaven's temporary military commandant, Lieutenant General Winston Chamberlain, who had accompanied him to the Canton Seat.
Sebastian Quintaine flinched as he heard a gunshot, echoing from somewhere outside of the broken windows of the assembly hall, and from behind of the nearby buildings. The Lieutenant General evidently saw his reaction.
"It's alright, sir, the Southport Rifles have this area of Whitehaven already under tight control", Chamberlain replied in a reassuring, firm tone, "But they're still rooting out some of the remaining Reds. Still, they're few and far between, they shan't pose a threat for us."
Quintaine nodded. Of course, if he'd truly feared violence, he'd had stayed behind in Southport. However, he'd had to see the aftermath of the Whitehaven Uprising for himself, to see what kind of a reaping of those seeds that the Commonwealth as a whole had sowed had taken place here. He'd seen plenty of the bodies outside, and even here stains of dried blood and bullet holes in the walls and furniture served as a testimonial of the moment when brothers had raised arms against each other. Through sheer luck had the Quintaine presidency prevented the growing of the Whitehaven Uprising into a civil war, even though later records and public statements would label the Uprising as an isolated incident that could not have repeated itself elsewhere in the country.
It was only now, in this spot, and with the contrast between democracy and terrorism in his mind, that Sebastian Quintaine truly understood. The founders of the Commonwealth had understood that in such a situation, freedom could only be gained in the barricades. What their followers should have understood is that to preserve freedom, the erection of further barricades by freedom's enemies should follow.
"Four Freedoms..."
"Excuse me, sir?", Chamberlain replied with a quizzical look.
"In 1833 they neglected to include the fifth", Quintaine said, gazing at the bullet-ridden coats of arms of the Commonwealth and the Eastern March which still hung side-by-side behind the podium, "To do everything in our power to preserve the other four."
155 Alderton Street
Hawking House, Seat of the Canton of Eastern March
Whitehaven
Canton of Eastern March
Commonwealth of Cornavia
Slogans drawn on the walls of the assembly hall of the Eastern March Canton Assembly served as a visible remainder that mere days ago, the building had been the site of the last stand by a desperate band of men known as the Eastern March People's Volunteers. The bodies that undoubtedly had been scattered across the floor during the assault had, however, been removed ahead of the President's visit.
God must have been a friend of irony, for the man whom the Red insurgents had chosen as their leader - a former Army Sergeant and a well-known brawler in the harbour strikes that had plagued the city in the recent months - had made his last stand against the Commonwealth soldiers from the podium of the room, where usually the Premier of the Canton Assembly presided over the Assembly's sessions. However, he'd not ended his life there: He had been the last one alive, and after he had expended the bullets of his handgun the first Commonwealth soldiers to have reached the podium had "accidentally" bayoneted him to death. So had told Whitehaven's temporary military commandant, Lieutenant General Winston Chamberlain, who had accompanied him to the Canton Seat.
Sebastian Quintaine flinched as he heard a gunshot, echoing from somewhere outside of the broken windows of the assembly hall, and from behind of the nearby buildings. The Lieutenant General evidently saw his reaction.
"It's alright, sir, the Southport Rifles have this area of Whitehaven already under tight control", Chamberlain replied in a reassuring, firm tone, "But they're still rooting out some of the remaining Reds. Still, they're few and far between, they shan't pose a threat for us."
Quintaine nodded. Of course, if he'd truly feared violence, he'd had stayed behind in Southport. However, he'd had to see the aftermath of the Whitehaven Uprising for himself, to see what kind of a reaping of those seeds that the Commonwealth as a whole had sowed had taken place here. He'd seen plenty of the bodies outside, and even here stains of dried blood and bullet holes in the walls and furniture served as a testimonial of the moment when brothers had raised arms against each other. Through sheer luck had the Quintaine presidency prevented the growing of the Whitehaven Uprising into a civil war, even though later records and public statements would label the Uprising as an isolated incident that could not have repeated itself elsewhere in the country.
It was only now, in this spot, and with the contrast between democracy and terrorism in his mind, that Sebastian Quintaine truly understood. The founders of the Commonwealth had understood that in such a situation, freedom could only be gained in the barricades. What their followers should have understood is that to preserve freedom, the erection of further barricades by freedom's enemies should follow.
"Four Freedoms..."
"Excuse me, sir?", Chamberlain replied with a quizzical look.
"In 1833 they neglected to include the fifth", Quintaine said, gazing at the bullet-ridden coats of arms of the Commonwealth and the Eastern March which still hung side-by-side behind the podium, "To do everything in our power to preserve the other four."