JANUARY 13, UNIFIED YEAR 1928, FEDERATION CAPITAL MOSKVA
Loria had been working hard.
Ever so, ever so hard.
Almost everyone had opposed moving the spring attack up to winter as reckless, but Loria had exerted every last ounce of effort by virtue of national interest.
As it should be.
For the sake of Rising Dawn, he had been working honestly, correctly, and with integrity.
There was no hidden rhetorical meaning. He had poured himself purely, body and soul, into achieving Federation victory.
Of course, Loria was not a military man. The Rising Dawn offensive was being led by General Kutuz. For all practical purposes, Loria had been completely uninvolved in its planning. If one was to insist, they might say he provided intelligence networks or helped to facilitate coordination with the partisans. But that was all.
He may have been cheering the army on, but when it came to overthrowing the Empire, Loria was no more than a self-appointed supporting actor. But of course, the head of the secret police openly acknowledging the military as a lead actor, and not trying to get in their way, was itself a great support beyond anything the Federation Army could have hoped for.
After all, this was the secret police, choosing to both avoid getting in the way and actually support the army from the wings. If Tanya knew just how much support Loria had provided General Kutuz, she would have likely done a spit take.
After all, for those familiar with Federation power structures, this was an anomaly of antithetical proportions.
And thus, he watched and waited, waited and watched, until finally, at last, the long-awaited moment arrived. An applause, and a cheer.
“Rising Dawn! The night is over—the day begins!”
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