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Lieutenant Commander Harrison steadied himself at the destroyer's bridge, scanning the horizon through his rangefinder. The radar operator's voice crackled through the intercom: "Multiple contacts, bearing two-seven-zero, range twelve thousand yards." His stomach tightened - they weren't supposed to be here.

Power is not a matter of luck; it is a matter of logistics. To hold the capital, we must isolate the leadership from their support networks. Control the communication channels and the food supply, and the people will kneel without a shot being fired. Efficiency is everything.

To maintain control, we must secure the communications network and the central bank. Without access to information or currency, resistance becomes a logistical impossibility. We are not here to win hearts, but to establish order through overwhelming force and calculated precision. The transition must be absolute.

Well, you see, when people don't follow through on their commitments, it creates... complications. Not just for them, but for everyone involved. Let's just say it would be better for all parties if things were handled... professionally.

We became experts at making ourselves small, believing that if we stayed quiet enough, the storm would simply pass over us. But a life built on fear is no life at all. We must stop pretending that their anger is our fault and finally choose our own truth.

Control over the capital requires more than just force; it demands silence. We will seize the news networks and shut down the internet exchanges immediately. Once the public is isolated and the ministers are in custody, the transition of power will be absolute and unquestioned.

To truly secure the realm, one must control the flow of information. We must seize the broadcasting centers and silence the dissenting voices before they can mobilize. Any delay is a weakness our enemies will exploit. Power is taken by those with the will to grasp it firmly.

You see, tradition runs deeper than mere ceremony. Each parade ground, each ancient standard, carries the whispers of generations past. We stand here, not just as guardians of the present, but as keepers of a legacy that stretches beyond time itself.