Commander Modgunn summoned to the Supreme Leader

"Supreme leader, commander Modgunn, has arrived," the messenger announced. "Thank you, Trine, you may leave us," Svanhild answers.

The imposing figure of Modgunn appears in the double door opening to the hall. Short matriarchy military haircut, broad-shoulders, and marching militantly forward. Despite their long shared history, Svanhild at never managed to warm to Modgunn. Svanhild had been the political leader of the Matriarchy Nationalist party, while Modgunn had been head of the military wing of the part. Together, they had brought about the matriarchy revolution which had ended the patriarchy installed by the foreigners, the new confederates.

Modgunn stops a meter from Svanhild. Her steel blue eyes stare into the void. Expressionless face. It was always difficult to read Modgunn. "Supreme leader you called."

"Yes, it is about your bombing campaign in Neo Dixie. Your killing of civilians is jeopardizing everything we have worked on for the last few years."

"It is total war, Svanhild. It is the only way to beat these subhumans. War is ugly. I am doing what must be done to win the war," Modgunn answers matter-of-factly without any sign of wanting to yield.

"You know I respect your talents as a military commander Modgunn, but this is a lot more than a war. This is politics. We have long been without friends and allies. Facing embargo's and economic difficulties. Not to mention a demographic catastrophe," Svanhild reminds Modgunn.

"Politics," Modgunn sneers. Svanhild knows the disdain Modgunn has for politics. She is not the compromising type. Oppose engaging in any kind of sweet talk.

"The start of this war was a great public relations victory for us. When we freed the first white prisoners and hucows in Neo Dixie, public relations around the world dramatically improved for us. We demonstrated an ability to act upon something others merely talked about. Stalled trade deals finally went through. Import of military weapons became possible from more countries. A debate started in the Northern United States about whether we had been excessively vilified in the past. Despite being at war, we saw a significant increase in economic activity."

"They humiliated our soldiers! Posted the most depraved and perverted videos of our daughters raped and degraded by these subhumans. It is one thing to deal with death for a family. Quite another thing for families to see their beloved daughters humiliated over and over again. Our daughters are now the entertainment of perverts all over the world. Such acts cannot go unpunished! Neo Dixie will learn to fear us and respect us! They will yield or they will die."

Svanhild lets out a sigh. "What did you think would happen, Modgunn? It is war."

"The subhumans have no decency! No honor!" Modgunn shouts. She is clearly getting agitated.

"You fail to see the politics. Those degrading videos of our daughters raped and humiliated gave us sympathy all over the world. There were rallies to our cause all over the Northern United States. We were well underway of gaining a powerful ally in the North. With the combined forces of Imperial Norway and the Northern United States, Neo Dixie would not have stood a chance."

Modgunn was nearly foaming at the mouth at this point, "You are playing political games with our flesh and blood! Our people! Our daughters!"

Now Svanhild was losing her temper, "I never sanctioned your indiscriminate bombing of civilians! Are you aware of how much your actions have set us back? We are on the brink of loosing our alliance with the rebels. Instead of being misunderstood heroes, it is back to the old imagery of inhumane fascist bitches. War criminals. We are again the evil empire. Many men who ready to move here have canceled their trips. The old stories about men held captive in sex dungeons by sadistic matriarchy women have resurfaced," Svanhild paused and looked at an angry Modgunn.