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Democracy World Arc, Part XVII

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Central Military Commission, Beijing, China
March 28th, 2011

“Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun,” Morris quoted, holding up the gun in front of him. The People’s Liberation Army called it the QBU-11 and the weapon in front of the Brigade Leader was the first natively-manufactured coilrifle. Three hundred of the weapons have already been produced, with hundreds more on the way. In exchange for the blueprints and several thousand rounds and power cells, Morris had only asked for two things in return: asylum for himself and his men and thousands of China’s outdated small arms. The Chinese accepted.

“And wouldn’t you agree, gentlemen, that this fine gun is up to the task?” The audience, mostly PLA commanders and Communist Party officials, nodded in agreement. They had all seen the test runs of the QBU-11’s predecessor, the M03. A single round pierced through a Type 58 tank’s armor and had enough kinetic power to turn a pig carcass placed behind the vehicle into pink mist. Impressive, for a weapon the size of an AK-47.

“Yes, my friends, with this new weapon the revolution shall be preserved. With this new weapon, China will grow larger! With this weapon, China is unstoppable! With this weapon, even America will quake in fear!” The officials were divided in their reaction to Morris’ last statement were mixed. Some clapped in approval while others whispered worriedly to their comrades. Morris noticed these divisions and kept a mental list of the doubters. They would have to be dealt with.

“Are you proposing war against America?” one of them finally dared to ask. It was Major Zhang. Morris remembered him: he was the commander in Xinjiang that finally allowed Morris’ team to speak with the PLA’s top commanders about his offer. Morris was confident that Zhang was on his side, but now he wasn’t so sure.

“I do not promote war against the United States,” Morris replied. “But if those pseudo-imperialists wish to attack the Chinese people, would the People’s Liberation Army not defend itself?” The Brigade Leader almost choked on his words. Denouncing America and imperialism was something no good Coalitionist should do. Only his DSS training, teaching him to do anything to advance the Coalition’s interests, allowed him to say what he did.

“The Chinese people have been oppressed and divided by Western powers for too long,” Morris continued. Several officials nodded, including Zhang and some others that had looked skeptical a few moments before. “And while the West has become complacent and weak, they still wish to exploit China and divide her! How they wish to rend Tibet from Chinese authority, how they maintain the illegitimate government in Taipei, how they stare greedily as subversive elements within China herself take to the streets and try to weaken the Chinese people!”

“And why is China’s prosperity so close to your heart?” Morris turned to face the speaker. It was General Xiabing. The commander of the 8th Infantry Division had reluctantly let Morris and his operatives present their offer to himself and other commanders in the PLA. Morris knew he was a nationalist, but paranoid and skeptical of Morris’ intentions. A useful ally, if Morris could win him over.

“I admit, my intentions are more of prudence than of pride to a nation I do not belong to. I use this language to appeal to your hearts.” Morris didn’t want to lie, not now. While he was listened to, the Brigade Leader was far from trusted. But Morris had played this game before with his own superiors. Tell your opponent the truth, agree with the opinion he espouses so he may be lured in. Then spin the message and let his own premises lead to your conclusion.

“The good general makes an excellent point. Therefore let us speak of my organization’s desires. My organization wishes to subvert the power of the West. We feel that it is unjust for such lazy, weak-minded men to rule the world. While I am not of China, I certainly feel a kinship between your people and mine. We are similar in our desire for strength, pride and we both value hard work and cooperation. The West can offer us none of these, so we do not approach them.”

“But are you not of the West?” Zhang asked. Feeling that a conspiracy would only unravel and make him look dishonest, Morris had let the Chinese in on the basics of the Coalition’s culture, taking care to omit Columbia’s rabid hatred of communism.

“The West I know and love is nothing like the West of this realm. My nation knows the value of strength and togetherness. It has not decayed into a mass of hedonists who care only for comfort and individual pleasure. Why, even as we speak their children are taught to place personal happiness before the welfare of the community. They know not the value of labor. Instead they aspire to fictional ideals that will never cease to evade their efforts to fulfill them. This is what disgusts me most about the Americas and Europe. You are all reasonable men, so I need not explain why it does so.” Morris paused and looked around at his audience. All of them looked like they were in agreement.

“This is why we find it best to give you these gifts. To allow the corroding culture of the West to penetrate into China is an injustice. I and my employers do not wish for China and the United States to go to war. I and my employers only wish that China will be strengthened by our cooperation, so it may have the power to resist the corrupting influence of the West. And to speak prudently, my organization has much to gain from a West which finds challengers on many sides.”
“What does your organization wish for China?” Xiabing asked. The general wanted to know exactly what Morris was up to.

“My organization wishes for China to do what she pleases with these gifts,” Morris responded, taking care not to sound demanding. “But they would appreciate it if China were to be more assertive against Western incursion. They promise more aid if China joins them in their struggle against Western dominance. This includes, among other gifts, a weapon which will render all of America’s missiles useless.”

Morris saw everyone’s eyes widen. He had suspected as much: the denizens of this world fear nuclear annihilation above all. It was the cornerstone of their relatively peaceful existence. If the Coalition could destroy mutually assured destruction, it could assure the destruction of every nation on this pitiful world.

“Give yourselves several days to consider this. Consult your superiors. Lastly, I wish to have an audience with your leadership. Perhaps such a meeting will allow our two nations to make great strides in negotiations.” The Chinese officials spoke amongst themselves and agreed to tell their president about a potential meeting.
Originally posted February 24th, 2011. Honestly, I don't think the Chinese (or anyone) would have collaborated, but I needed the Coalition to have local help. 
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