"You are all sworn to secrecy," began Admiral Heougens, the HAIMS Concealment drifting softly on the smooth seas outside New York.
"If any of you tell what happened here, why we destroyed the Statue of Liberty, why we fight, you will be executed. Any of you. Especially the outlanders. Myroria doesn't like outlanders. Especially outlander traitors. We were to leave for Myroria, but it is needed that the Americans assume it it is us. If they attack the Canadians, the Southroners for it, our nation has no reason to liberate these people from the struggle of parties, the tyranny of democracy. Things will get messy." Admiral - or, Patrick Heougens, always talked like this. Build up to a philisophical, dramatic phrase - then ruin it with something like "Things will get messy". That phrase, of course, meant the countless people who would hold up signs outside the gates of the Grand Imperial Residence, "whining and bitching about everything", as the Empeurer put it to a journalist before a press conference. That, of course, triggered whining and bitching.
"Is that understood?" he said to his sailors.
"Sir, yes sir!" they said, some through understanding, and some because they saw on an American movie that's how you'd advance in the ranks of an armed forces.
"Raise your right hand, and repeat after me..."
