09-30-2018, 04:21 PM
Encantra Province, Lauchenoria
September 5th
While the negotiations were going on in Sanataria, there were still thousands of soldiers in Lauchenoiria. As far as anyone knew, the last gunshots had been fired only a few days prior. Now, with the ceasefire in place and it looking like accords would certainly result in the removal of all foreign forces from Lauchenoiria, most of the armies, including the Maximusian's, were preparing for their impending evacuation. Arnold Baker, who had just been promoted to Colonel, making him Colonel Arnold Baker, was currently walking around his campsite ordering his troops around. He stopped for a brief moment as he felt his phone buzz. He pulled it from his pocket and read the text from his fiancé:
“Haven Accords signed moments ago.”
He quickly responded: “Then it’s over. I’m coming Home. Start sending those Wedding invitations.”
He turned to his Aid-de-camp and smiled. “The deed has been done, we are going home.” He made sure to say it load enough that many nearby soldiers could hear the tidings of great news. Soon a great cheering went up. It could be heard all around. Cigars were smoked, stories of home were exchanged, and for a brief time, it almost seemed to the Maximusian encampment that they had already made the trip home to their loved ones.
In reality, they still had days of packing up to do. They still had to tend to their wounded. Undergo a long debriefing process, and cross a bay to get home. This did not matter to them. All that mattered to the Maximusian forces, and the rest of the militaries present in Lauchenoiria, was the simple and very basic fact: They were all going home.
September 5th
While the negotiations were going on in Sanataria, there were still thousands of soldiers in Lauchenoiria. As far as anyone knew, the last gunshots had been fired only a few days prior. Now, with the ceasefire in place and it looking like accords would certainly result in the removal of all foreign forces from Lauchenoiria, most of the armies, including the Maximusian's, were preparing for their impending evacuation. Arnold Baker, who had just been promoted to Colonel, making him Colonel Arnold Baker, was currently walking around his campsite ordering his troops around. He stopped for a brief moment as he felt his phone buzz. He pulled it from his pocket and read the text from his fiancé:
“Haven Accords signed moments ago.”
He quickly responded: “Then it’s over. I’m coming Home. Start sending those Wedding invitations.”
He turned to his Aid-de-camp and smiled. “The deed has been done, we are going home.” He made sure to say it load enough that many nearby soldiers could hear the tidings of great news. Soon a great cheering went up. It could be heard all around. Cigars were smoked, stories of home were exchanged, and for a brief time, it almost seemed to the Maximusian encampment that they had already made the trip home to their loved ones.
In reality, they still had days of packing up to do. They still had to tend to their wounded. Undergo a long debriefing process, and cross a bay to get home. This did not matter to them. All that mattered to the Maximusian forces, and the rest of the militaries present in Lauchenoiria, was the simple and very basic fact: They were all going home.