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"Well, time to go ring our neighbors' doorbell..."
Prodigy muttered to himself as he strode out of the mini-Kremlin he built in Serovopolis. He sighed, brushing off his new black leather coat and watching the snow fall lightly from the gray, cloudy sky. Almost summer, and it was snowing... he loved it here.
The sleek, jet-black cyborg - enjoying his new 'paint job' thoroughly - strode purposefully down the street, his icy breath falling to the side as he went. Occasionally, a Chelkran or a human in the street would give him a salute, and he would put them at ease. Obviously, they were either reserves or retired, because otherwise, they'd be in the field outside the city. Where he headed.
Prodigy arrived to see the uniformed soldiers - the hunter green and silver of Western Absentia Garrison, some fine human soldiers, and the dark gray and blood red of the Chelkran Elite Guard, numbering about half as many - being drilled by Prodigy's trusted generals, Kale Todestag and Korstokk Melebroch.
The two giant men turned to their commander as they heard him crunch on the snow. Kale, the first Chelkran and a master of six martial arts, looked down at Prodigy, almost a full meter shorter. Korstokk looked down at both of them, standing a full four-and-a-half meters in his full Chelkran Battle Armor.
"How goes it, fellas?" Prodigy asked, pulling his black fur cap further onto his head.
Kale saluted and turned back. "Well, time for the neighbors to start setting their alarm clocks early?"
"Absolutely," Prodigy responded, nodding slightly as the Chelkan and Absentians prepared for war. "After all, we're the good guys, and the good guys are never the aggressors."
Kale and Korstokk brought the ranks to order, and the well-trained veteran soldiers were immediately turned and at attention.
"Today, we go to war with Bosworth," Prodigy told the silent crowd of soldiers. "Now, some of you may think the reasoning silly. That is not for you to worry about; not that we don't allow individual thought, or beliefs, or opinions, or what have you. The thing that is important is that, for whatever cause, the Bosworth Navy fired shots on the Brutus and Sparta. That is enough reason. For the defense of Shireroth!"
The Absentians in the crowd cheered heartily.
"Power to the greatest! Pacis per Superus Auxilium! Chelkragh Solfastan, karrah!"
The Chelkran in the audience made noise, giving a powerful cheer of "karrah!" in response.
Prodigy turned to Kale and Korstokk. "Are the gunships ready?"
They nodded.
"Then load up. La Roche-Derrien is a bit away."
Prodigy muttered to himself as he strode out of the mini-Kremlin he built in Serovopolis. He sighed, brushing off his new black leather coat and watching the snow fall lightly from the gray, cloudy sky. Almost summer, and it was snowing... he loved it here.
The sleek, jet-black cyborg - enjoying his new 'paint job' thoroughly - strode purposefully down the street, his icy breath falling to the side as he went. Occasionally, a Chelkran or a human in the street would give him a salute, and he would put them at ease. Obviously, they were either reserves or retired, because otherwise, they'd be in the field outside the city. Where he headed.
Prodigy arrived to see the uniformed soldiers - the hunter green and silver of Western Absentia Garrison, some fine human soldiers, and the dark gray and blood red of the Chelkran Elite Guard, numbering about half as many - being drilled by Prodigy's trusted generals, Kale Todestag and Korstokk Melebroch.
The two giant men turned to their commander as they heard him crunch on the snow. Kale, the first Chelkran and a master of six martial arts, looked down at Prodigy, almost a full meter shorter. Korstokk looked down at both of them, standing a full four-and-a-half meters in his full Chelkran Battle Armor.
"How goes it, fellas?" Prodigy asked, pulling his black fur cap further onto his head.
Kale saluted and turned back. "Well, time for the neighbors to start setting their alarm clocks early?"
"Absolutely," Prodigy responded, nodding slightly as the Chelkan and Absentians prepared for war. "After all, we're the good guys, and the good guys are never the aggressors."
Kale and Korstokk brought the ranks to order, and the well-trained veteran soldiers were immediately turned and at attention.
"Today, we go to war with Bosworth," Prodigy told the silent crowd of soldiers. "Now, some of you may think the reasoning silly. That is not for you to worry about; not that we don't allow individual thought, or beliefs, or opinions, or what have you. The thing that is important is that, for whatever cause, the Bosworth Navy fired shots on the Brutus and Sparta. That is enough reason. For the defense of Shireroth!"
The Absentians in the crowd cheered heartily.
"Power to the greatest! Pacis per Superus Auxilium! Chelkragh Solfastan, karrah!"
The Chelkran in the audience made noise, giving a powerful cheer of "karrah!" in response.
Prodigy turned to Kale and Korstokk. "Are the gunships ready?"
They nodded.
"Then load up. La Roche-Derrien is a bit away."
Prodigy Almighty, Executor of Chelkran Kesh
Baron of Absentia, Count of Western Absentia
"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
Baron of Absentia, Count of Western Absentia
"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
- Lord_Montague
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As Judge, ALL missions are concluded here. So far the story is the following:
RMS Holton is under attack and must respond in the first proper post of the war by Bosworth.
Lannion, a Bosworth city, has been shelled and La Roche Derrien's administrative capital has been attacked by a single tomahawk cruise missile.
An invasion of Bosworth seems to imminent.
RMS Holton is under attack and must respond in the first proper post of the war by Bosworth.
Lannion, a Bosworth city, has been shelled and La Roche Derrien's administrative capital has been attacked by a single tomahawk cruise missile.
An invasion of Bosworth seems to imminent.
In Battle; Unbeatable.
In Victory; Unbearable.
In Victory; Unbearable.