Planes fuel in rows. The runway in front of them is old, but well maintained. It's well known to be from the before times-- they talk about it in school. This was the site of the great mutinies against the weak government of the before times which brought the Nationalist People to their knees before imperialism. Now, it is the home to the strength of Irish air power.

It's a clear, sunny day as Sky-Marshal Finn Aoife looks up at the sky. He looks down at his watch, shadowed by his broad shoulders. He looks back up, and hears the low drum. He grins. Right on time.

The whole bright sun-full field is darkened as shapes fill the air. Avenging shapes. Beautiful shapes of Socialist Republican Engineering. They drone deeply and can be heard for kilometers around. They will soon be heard, seen, and, god willing, felt, by the enemies of Ireland.

The parachutes fill the sky. They're round and greyish white. The men are scattered by the wind, and improperly secured equipment falls everywhere. A leg bag with a carbine nearly beans Finn on the head. He grimaces, but he doesn't lose faith. A messy dress rehearsal always means a good opening night.

These will be the men and women who bring freedom to the Nationalist People. They have to be.

One of the troopers lands near Finn. He looks up, and smiles, and waves to the Sky-Marshal. He's subsequently barreled over by one of his comrades landing after him. Finn sighs. These guys better not fuck it up.

"The nationalist people of Ireland must unite in all causes, comrades. We have had our conflicts with our fellow men of the green isles in the past, particularly the men of the north and east, but we are still men of the nationalist people, and we are still committed to our socialist ideals of national liberation."

[Someone in the crowd calls out "And democracy?"]

"Shut up. Anyways. We are committed to our ideals. Recently, there have been moves to end our people's liberation. We must unite against this threat. Death to the enemies of the Irish, the nationalist people! Death to the enemies of socialism!"

["Death to the enemies of democracy, too!"]

"I said shut the fuck up! Muenster will march forth into battle, and our aircraft will fill the skies over our Green Isles. We are joining the men and women of Ulster and Eire. We do this because we believe in a future for the nationalist people of Ireland. Tiocfaidh Ar La!"

• General Secretary of the IRSP, Allen O'Mallard, announcing the entrance of Muenster into The War of National Resistance against Anglo Imperialism