The Herald had been strangely quiet during much of this conversation, leaning forward on the table via his bent elbows, hands clasped together and obsuring the lower half of his face, the furrowed brow and distant gaze in his eyes showing an expression of growing concern. Suddenly, all eyes had turned to him--it was time for the High Chancellor to provide his lead to the group.
After a few moments of uncomortable silence, his eyes slowly shifted upwards to gaze at the assembled group with extreme determination and intent. He slowly unclasped his hands, rising from his seat to stand up straight and tall, head held high.
"As Herald of the Confederate Democratic Socialists' Party, and High Chancellor of the Confederate Parliament," he said in a firm, clear voice that reached all ends of the large room, "I hereby declare my agreement with the intentions and incentives of my fellow Socialists." The Herald smiled a firm, strong smile, nodding as he continued to speak, raising a fisted hand and shaking it firmly with each passionately stated word, "It is time for the world to recognize not only our existence, not only our success--it is TIME," Collier passionately drove his fist down upon the table, "my fellow men of the working-man's State, to show to all the world our strength and our solidarity! No longer should our Socialists' Unity hide itself from the world in obscurity or fear! I have risked my life, given my every action and thought to free my country from explotation," the Herald's hands shook violently as he slowly drew them to his chest, "I have given everything to lead the people, that they would create and uphold this State! I have no intention of allowing some forgien bully, this provocateur of a military alliance, this so-called LCF," he stated the organization's abbreviated title with an immense tone of distaste, "To force this working-man's State, nor the State of any of its like-minded allies, to allow themselves to be exploited through means of fear and intimidation! The world has yet to recognize our power--TRUE power: the Strength and Power of the People!" He flung his hand aside in a chopping manner, a few strands of his blonde comb-over coming loose to gently dangle over his face above the brow, "And by the Will and Word of the People, ALL People, OUR People, we shall declare our true Socialists' Unity in counteraction to this LCF, as is demanded of us by the ideology of our Social Revolution! They think that by a show of force, the People will bend knee to them. But they have clearly not encountered or dealt with a true show of Revolutionary strength--OUR strength, the strength to take a stand, as I did with my comrades in the streets--and they will soon realize their mistake! Let them declare what military showmanship they wish. If they expect that to provoke us to start a war, they themselves will only result in unmasking their true intentions as we laugh at them and their provocative actions. We will stand, United, as a firm and steady Mountain against the arrogant antagonist howls of this storm's wind and the slobbering splashes of its inconsistent and constantly spattering rain! And so, in this room, it is now by the Will of the People decided--the United Axis of Socialist States is here and now an officially functioning and fully consistent alliance! May the world recognize us in our strength and solidarity; for the well-being and welfare of the, of ALL People, and when this mere quibbling drizzle of a storm has passed, as even the most cantankerous storms are destined and doomed to, we will stand, together, proudly in our defiance against their trifling and trivial attempts at coercsion--may the world never again underestimate the true Power; the Power of the People!"
There was applause by the other heads of State of the U.S.S.C.F. present, as Collier silently panted, inhaling through his nose and only just barely affected by the forceful exertion of his passion, nodding with a strong and satisfied smile as he gazed long at those in front of him.
