Ernest Gruening sat in his office in Juneau, Alaska, the capital of the American territory.
Surrounding him were the Adjutant General J. P. Williams and several other advisors. The lot of them appeared to be in mourning.
Not for the sake of the soldiers that lie dead at the southernmost tip of the territory, mind you. But for the idea of an Alaska itself.
There was no doubt in their minds that resistance against the Russian invasion was futile. Alaska had neither the manpower, nor the industry, nor the logistical support to put up any kind of armed struggle against the Russian Empire and its invasion.
As for the American mainland? It was without a doubt in a state of complete and total disarray, to the point that no matter how much they pleaded for support, the lines of communication remained utterly dead.
To put it simply, they were on their own, and they had no means of defending themselves from would-be marauders. Let alone empires, which thirsted for their borders.
