Marelandia
City of Sunset
Inner Party Bunker
Big Sister gazed at the reports on her desk, her normally stoic face beginning to falter.. This was doubleplus ungood…
She shook her head. She was glad that her office was a safe space otherwise someone would have seen her broken facade. Her office was without a doubt the only place in all of Marelandia that wasn’t being monitored. There was no telescreen, hidden cameras, or thoughtpolice officer listening in. She had something no one else in Marelandia did: true privacy. Ironic that even though she could act the way she wanted in her office she still maintained her normal emotionless behavior.
One reason for that was that she honestly believed emotions held people back. If eveypony simply did away with their emotional connections then they could align themselves with something far greater: the very state itself. While the unenlightened would call what the proles lived in to be poverty what it actually did was allow them to focus only on their work. All outside distractions were removed leaving only their work. All luxuries including the luxury of a full stomach were now gone. While there were still many who were upset at the state of things they eventually accepted their role in life. They had to otherwise they would be paid a visit by the thoughtpolice…
Another reason was that everypony had a role. The Proles were to fight and work. The Outer Party handled the bureaucracy. The Inner Party were the leaders. And she served as the face of not just MARESOC but all of Marelandia. While it wasn’t fair it was efficient. Reports (actual ones telling the truth and not prole intended propaganda) say that manufacturing & production has reached heights beyond that of Pre-Depression New Mareland. Soon they would even eclipse Celestia’s so-called pony paradise.
She absolutely despised Celestia believing her to be why Equestria was so backwards and stagnant. Still she was willing to admit she was a fantastic symbol for all of ponykind to rally behind. All of ponykind, even those here in Griffonia knew of Solar Princess. There were more than a few in Equestria that treated her like a goddess who could do no wrong. That was what she wished to be for Marelandia. A larger than life figure for the populace to rally behind and in turn enhance the nation.
It was her stoic determination that encouraged the proles. It was her words of encouragement and love that made everyone keep working. It was her silent disappointment that dissenters saw last. It was the mystery around her that worried her enemies. She made sure that there was barely any info about her floating around. The Ministry of Truth had erased any information they could find on her, not that there was much to begin with. To the world at large it was like she just showed up one day and that was how she liked it. Her past was better off buried…
For the barest of seconds her eyes wandered down to her bare flanks before she caught herself. She didn’t need some kind of stamp on her butt to define who she was! As the works of Starlight Glimmer said cutie marks only served to promote division and disunity. Those with ‘superior’ cutie marks looking down on those with more mundane ones. Well now everyone did the same kind of work no matter what their cutie mark told them they should be doing. Factory work and manual labor isn’t all that difficult and doesn’t have that high of a learning curve. Even someone with a frivolous talent could be taught to be a worker, laborer, or soldier of average skill level.
She continued working when suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Enter” she said while making sure her face was completely stoic.
An Inner Party official of the Ministry of Peace came in and handed her a document. She waited until the official left before she read it. Her eyes widened. It was a declaration of war… The United States had just declared war on Marelandia! The Ministry of Truth had picked up this transmission coming from the US. Minitrue had its hooves full trying to block every single transmission coming from the US from news reports to music. Nothing could be allowed to reach the Proles after all.
She couldn’t believe this… War… The war was supposed to be fake, not real! Marelandia was nowhere near ready to go to war! Especially against a technologically superior nation! They were going to ruin everything she had built! She continued having this mental breakdown until she remembered her place. Everyone had one including her. She was Big Sister! She couldn’t be panicking like a little filly. She started to look at this a bit more objectively.
Sure the Americans had fancy guns & planes but they couldn’t have made enough to fight a large scale war. Even if they did, who are they going to give them to? From what she knew the humans had fled a world ravaged by war. She couldn’t imagine them willingly charging into another one. She also couldn’t imagine ponies and griffons fighting for a bunch of aliens. It was more than possible for them to drown the Americans in sheer numbers. They could also start planning an invasion of American held islands which would be laughably easy since their navy was a single heavy cruiser and a few destroyers which were all hastily constructed. While New Mareland’s navy wasn’t the best on the continent it was certainly formidable and they’ve only added to it in the years they’ve been in power.
What was she panicking for? This was going to be simple. She reached for her phone to call the Ministry of Peace. They were to take their naval bombers and sink the American Fleet while it was still at anchor. Once it was gone they could invade the island at their leisure. Now what was she going to do with all those human proles she’d soon be getting?