08-05-2019, 12:50 PM
Unknown Location, Bjeorg
July 26th, 1991 - Evening
"You are a fool Jean Paterson, and for it you shall watch your people burn."
Brian Smith set his phone down. His aids and advisors were staring dumbfounded at him. Smith shook his head slowly and slumped into his seat.
"Zamastan will aid Libertas Omnium Maximus in their conquest of us."
Frankly, Smith had seen it coming. It was long overdue. Shots were fired, lives were lost. At this point it was a simple matter of formality. There would be no reconciliation. There would be no peace, save for the everlasting peace of death that Smith was sure was in store for him. Be it by a soldier of the nation he once devoted his life to serving, the ally of the nation that had turned its back on him, or some unseen player, lurking in the shadows, Smith was a dead man walking.
"Sir," nervously inquired a young aid after giving a chance for the news to sink in, "What should we do now?"
Smith stood from his chair slowly and set a hand on the young man's shoulder.
"I believe we have no alternative but to go to war. Reach out to the Xiomerian forces and the local militia groups. Contact the ANM. Give Eiria the go ahead to enter our waters. Their naval strength will help. In other words, get everyone ready for war."
The aid sprinted off with a thousand tasks to do. No sooner had he left the room then two aids bearing a large map of the St. Peter Strait and the surrounding entered. They set the map down on a steel table in the center of the room.
"It is the belief of our Army that Zamastanian forces will likely attack from the south while Maximusian forces move in across the strait. They will have trouble breaching our defenses in central Bjeorg as we have the area exceedingly well fortified with AA guns and mounted turrets."
Smith looked at the map incredulously, he wasn't used to military strategy. He would have to get used to it. That much was for sure.
Smith quickly analyzed the locations pointed out to him by the aids and made some mental notes.
"I imagine they will try to go around our defenses in the east by making a south-east landing. Let's get some Xiomerans on that."
The aid responded quickly, "Yes sir, I will be right off to wire that in."
There was something nagging at the back of Smith's mind. He hated to do it as it would be the symbolic bridge burning but he new it was necessary.
"One more thing,"
"Yes sir?"
"Rig that tunnel to blow. If anyone tries to cross it... blow them to hell."
July 26th, 1991 - Evening
"You are a fool Jean Paterson, and for it you shall watch your people burn."
Brian Smith set his phone down. His aids and advisors were staring dumbfounded at him. Smith shook his head slowly and slumped into his seat.
"Zamastan will aid Libertas Omnium Maximus in their conquest of us."
Frankly, Smith had seen it coming. It was long overdue. Shots were fired, lives were lost. At this point it was a simple matter of formality. There would be no reconciliation. There would be no peace, save for the everlasting peace of death that Smith was sure was in store for him. Be it by a soldier of the nation he once devoted his life to serving, the ally of the nation that had turned its back on him, or some unseen player, lurking in the shadows, Smith was a dead man walking.
"Sir," nervously inquired a young aid after giving a chance for the news to sink in, "What should we do now?"
Smith stood from his chair slowly and set a hand on the young man's shoulder.
"I believe we have no alternative but to go to war. Reach out to the Xiomerian forces and the local militia groups. Contact the ANM. Give Eiria the go ahead to enter our waters. Their naval strength will help. In other words, get everyone ready for war."
The aid sprinted off with a thousand tasks to do. No sooner had he left the room then two aids bearing a large map of the St. Peter Strait and the surrounding entered. They set the map down on a steel table in the center of the room.
"It is the belief of our Army that Zamastanian forces will likely attack from the south while Maximusian forces move in across the strait. They will have trouble breaching our defenses in central Bjeorg as we have the area exceedingly well fortified with AA guns and mounted turrets."
Smith looked at the map incredulously, he wasn't used to military strategy. He would have to get used to it. That much was for sure.
Smith quickly analyzed the locations pointed out to him by the aids and made some mental notes.
"I imagine they will try to go around our defenses in the east by making a south-east landing. Let's get some Xiomerans on that."
The aid responded quickly, "Yes sir, I will be right off to wire that in."
There was something nagging at the back of Smith's mind. He hated to do it as it would be the symbolic bridge burning but he new it was necessary.
"One more thing,"
"Yes sir?"
"Rig that tunnel to blow. If anyone tries to cross it... blow them to hell."