June 1983 - South Zirksland
The young Queen Jane II, 31 years of age, stood at the head of the table, her cabinet of ministers and advisors sit patienty, waiting on her next word. She had a look on her face that not many people had seen before, one of frustration, no.. One of resentment. Over 17,000 troops have now paid their lives to defend their homeland from a neighbouring evil.
"How much more must we pay for this all to end?" She asks quietly, looking stern into the eye of her Defence Minister. He taps a pen on a notepad before replying "Right now your majesty, this can easially go on for another five, maybe ten years..". It's not the answer Jane is looking for, bowing her head indisgust, she sits back down.
"This war, crusade as my father put it, was never my decision. It's just big boys playing with their toys, isn't it? Is there truly any need for this conflict anymore? Both our country and Irapia have suffered heavy losses, neither side has made any ground in the past 2 years!"
Some of the ministers begin to move about uncomfortably in their seats, taking note of the Queen's growing frustration. Then, an assistant walks into the door, being followed by panicing security staff. Jane looks up and raises a hand, they all stop in their tracks. "Who... Who are you?" she asks, "I'm Gordon Jones, assistant to Defence Minister Harper, ma'am." replies the sharply dressed 20-something. "Pardon the intrusion, but I have a very important piece of news that Minister Harper must read before any more of this meeting can go ahead."
The Queen, a little bemused, nods her head and allows him to continue. The security taking a step back, breathing sighs of relief that, today atleast, they still have their jobs. Defence Minister Michael Harper skimms through the telegraph and nods to Gordon, the assistant walks back out of the room, again apologising to Jane upon exit. "Well? What is this such important news?"
Michael stands up and before everyone, announces the following;
"At approx. 6:02am this morning, a concentrated bomb attack on the south provice of Irapia was a success. A number of high ranking officers have been confirmed dead, including their Deputy Commander Heath..."
"...And High Commander Lerogen. Ma'am, Irapia are on the verge of surrender."
June 1983 - Central Irapia
"Captain! Captiain Baselbogen!"
A young officer turns aroudn to find a foot soldier arriving, dirtied from battles, he's out of breath and weak on his feet. "At ease soldier." Replies Captain Elijah Baselbogen of the 2nd Irapia Battalion. "Sir, I have some terrible news." replies the foot soldier as he takes a nearby wooden stool. The shell of what used to be a resturant lending a tense background to events unfolding.
Elijah is stunned, High Commander Lerogen and his Deputy are dead, the forces have no single highest-ranking officer, but 10, maybe 20. He already realises just what this means. "..Thank... Thank you soldier, here, take... Take some water." A nearby phone then rings, it's on the emergency line, the operator signals Elijah's attention. "Captain, it's Captain Josen, he wishes to talk to you."
"Baselbogen here."
"Elijah, you've heard the news, correct?"
"Yes, I have."
"We're done for Elijah, done for. Word has already spread, the soldiers are disillusioned!"
"Right, calm down Peter. This isn't over yet."
"Elijah, we need to get a grip on the situati-"
Elijah looks at the phone, the connection has ceased. He hands the phone back to the operator before taking out a cigarette and walking towards what would be the entrance to the building. He surveys the damage to the building, kicks a stone. "Captain, sir, what do we do now?" asks for soldier from earlier, "Personally soldier?", Elijah lights his cigarette.
"We suvive, we suvive for as long as we can."
The young Queen Jane II, 31 years of age, stood at the head of the table, her cabinet of ministers and advisors sit patienty, waiting on her next word. She had a look on her face that not many people had seen before, one of frustration, no.. One of resentment. Over 17,000 troops have now paid their lives to defend their homeland from a neighbouring evil.
"How much more must we pay for this all to end?" She asks quietly, looking stern into the eye of her Defence Minister. He taps a pen on a notepad before replying "Right now your majesty, this can easially go on for another five, maybe ten years..". It's not the answer Jane is looking for, bowing her head indisgust, she sits back down.
"This war, crusade as my father put it, was never my decision. It's just big boys playing with their toys, isn't it? Is there truly any need for this conflict anymore? Both our country and Irapia have suffered heavy losses, neither side has made any ground in the past 2 years!"
Some of the ministers begin to move about uncomfortably in their seats, taking note of the Queen's growing frustration. Then, an assistant walks into the door, being followed by panicing security staff. Jane looks up and raises a hand, they all stop in their tracks. "Who... Who are you?" she asks, "I'm Gordon Jones, assistant to Defence Minister Harper, ma'am." replies the sharply dressed 20-something. "Pardon the intrusion, but I have a very important piece of news that Minister Harper must read before any more of this meeting can go ahead."
The Queen, a little bemused, nods her head and allows him to continue. The security taking a step back, breathing sighs of relief that, today atleast, they still have their jobs. Defence Minister Michael Harper skimms through the telegraph and nods to Gordon, the assistant walks back out of the room, again apologising to Jane upon exit. "Well? What is this such important news?"
Michael stands up and before everyone, announces the following;
"At approx. 6:02am this morning, a concentrated bomb attack on the south provice of Irapia was a success. A number of high ranking officers have been confirmed dead, including their Deputy Commander Heath..."
"...And High Commander Lerogen. Ma'am, Irapia are on the verge of surrender."
June 1983 - Central Irapia
"Captain! Captiain Baselbogen!"
A young officer turns aroudn to find a foot soldier arriving, dirtied from battles, he's out of breath and weak on his feet. "At ease soldier." Replies Captain Elijah Baselbogen of the 2nd Irapia Battalion. "Sir, I have some terrible news." replies the foot soldier as he takes a nearby wooden stool. The shell of what used to be a resturant lending a tense background to events unfolding.
Elijah is stunned, High Commander Lerogen and his Deputy are dead, the forces have no single highest-ranking officer, but 10, maybe 20. He already realises just what this means. "..Thank... Thank you soldier, here, take... Take some water." A nearby phone then rings, it's on the emergency line, the operator signals Elijah's attention. "Captain, it's Captain Josen, he wishes to talk to you."
"Baselbogen here."
"Elijah, you've heard the news, correct?"
"Yes, I have."
"We're done for Elijah, done for. Word has already spread, the soldiers are disillusioned!"
"Right, calm down Peter. This isn't over yet."
"Elijah, we need to get a grip on the situati-"
Elijah looks at the phone, the connection has ceased. He hands the phone back to the operator before taking out a cigarette and walking towards what would be the entrance to the building. He surveys the damage to the building, kicks a stone. "Captain, sir, what do we do now?" asks for soldier from earlier, "Personally soldier?", Elijah lights his cigarette.
"We suvive, we suvive for as long as we can."