Post by Conora on Mar 25, 2014 2:53:00 GMT -5
NORTHEN CONORA, HUMBAR DISTRICT
The crisp fall air nipped at the groups faces. Gathered inside a well-aged barn, one that could have reasonably stood through both great Island Wars, the men patiently waited for the arrival of their speaker. They had set up a small wooden stage in anticipation of his speaking and they all wore their best uniforms while still a mix of camouflages, most wore surplus olive drab fatigues of the old Danelian Army, the red and black tricolour sown proudly on to every members arm. The distant sound of motor and the kick up of the gravel road signaled to the cell leaders to call everyone into order. They stood at attention flanking the entrance way and leading to the stage. Many of the men wore the age of conflict, the early wrinkles and scares of the last Great War, only 24 years old. The car, a simple black sedan of pre-war design, pulled to a stop. A large, young man, dressed in an impeccable set of Danelian fatigues, stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the rear door to let him out.
There he stood, 5’7”, his piercing brown eyes scanned the ensemble of men before him. He raised his arm to sweep to the side his crisp brown hair, cut to the old Danelian military regulations. He approached the cell commander and pulled him in by his shoulder, “have all the precautions been taken?” “Yes, sir, we shouldn’t expect any trouble from the feds, we've arranged for a distraction for the local cops on the other side of the munie’ and we have spotters out on the hill for drones.” “Good, then let’s begin.” He strode to the stage, capturing stares from the younger recruits. At the foot of the stage he playfully hopped up onto it. Turned to the lines of troops and motioned for them to come in. The troops quickly took seats on the dirt ground without saying a word, only the shuffle of feet filled the barns stale air. Once settled the cell commander stood up to the left of the stage and addressed his men, “Today we are honoured to welcome the commander of our movement, the answer to our problem, and the next king of Danelia, General Joseph!” A few claps and one overly enthusiastic “woo!” from a new recruit. The cell commander turned to the man on the stage and saluted with a quick “sir” before taking his seat before the stage.
Joseph took a small step forward before opening. “Good evening friends, as you all know we live under an illegitimate government.” He was famed for cutting to the chase with his speeches, a talent not lost on his mostly working class army. “Our nation was ripped from us by tactical blunder and by the selfish. We all suffered in the darkness that was the 2nd Island War, Danelians and Foresters alike.” The crown booed to the mention of the Foresters, Joseph waved down there yelps. “But to force us to submit to the leadership of a Forester general under the false claims of unity is sickening!” The troops booed again, Joseph paused for silence. “We have been shackled by our greatest enemy, the promise of equality has been a lie! While the Forestia side of the Island prospers, our people remain jobless! While Foresters get the top jobs, our people beg for factory work! This is not the way of our people, and soon we will end this oppression!” The troops exploded with cheers. “We will take back our lands! We will make the Foresters to suffer as we have! We will destroy the illegitimate state of Conora! We will restore our honour! We will succeed!” The troops were at their feet, cheering, pumping their fists, and chanting “Dan-eli-a!!” Joseph motioned for silence, “For this to happen we must all play our part, and tonight it is my pleasure to inform you of your play.” The room fell silent, excited stares from the younger members and hardened looks for the older members, the veterans of the previous war who knew all too well the real cost of war. “Your mission is to choke the flow of energy to the cities in the East. To draw federal troops into the North. You will attack the ironically named ‘Peace Power Generating Station’ on the Sacrifice River. Knock it out and keep it out. Your cell commanders will fill you in on further details, special equipment has been provided to your cell. Godspeed and remember, ‘Life before Honour’.” The old motto of the Danelian state stirred the troops into a cheer.
As Joseph stepped off the stage, he again grabbed the cell commander and looked eyes with him. He delivered with chilly significance “Honour before Life” once more. It was real now and once the euphoria of action wore off the mostly fresh troops would be fighting tooth and claw against a rebuilding, but still professional army. The cell commander gave Joseph a very sombre nod as he exited the side doors of the barn, “is it all really happening? Are we ready?” he thought to himself before turning to face his troops.
The crisp fall air nipped at the groups faces. Gathered inside a well-aged barn, one that could have reasonably stood through both great Island Wars, the men patiently waited for the arrival of their speaker. They had set up a small wooden stage in anticipation of his speaking and they all wore their best uniforms while still a mix of camouflages, most wore surplus olive drab fatigues of the old Danelian Army, the red and black tricolour sown proudly on to every members arm. The distant sound of motor and the kick up of the gravel road signaled to the cell leaders to call everyone into order. They stood at attention flanking the entrance way and leading to the stage. Many of the men wore the age of conflict, the early wrinkles and scares of the last Great War, only 24 years old. The car, a simple black sedan of pre-war design, pulled to a stop. A large, young man, dressed in an impeccable set of Danelian fatigues, stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the rear door to let him out.
There he stood, 5’7”, his piercing brown eyes scanned the ensemble of men before him. He raised his arm to sweep to the side his crisp brown hair, cut to the old Danelian military regulations. He approached the cell commander and pulled him in by his shoulder, “have all the precautions been taken?” “Yes, sir, we shouldn’t expect any trouble from the feds, we've arranged for a distraction for the local cops on the other side of the munie’ and we have spotters out on the hill for drones.” “Good, then let’s begin.” He strode to the stage, capturing stares from the younger recruits. At the foot of the stage he playfully hopped up onto it. Turned to the lines of troops and motioned for them to come in. The troops quickly took seats on the dirt ground without saying a word, only the shuffle of feet filled the barns stale air. Once settled the cell commander stood up to the left of the stage and addressed his men, “Today we are honoured to welcome the commander of our movement, the answer to our problem, and the next king of Danelia, General Joseph!” A few claps and one overly enthusiastic “woo!” from a new recruit. The cell commander turned to the man on the stage and saluted with a quick “sir” before taking his seat before the stage.
Joseph took a small step forward before opening. “Good evening friends, as you all know we live under an illegitimate government.” He was famed for cutting to the chase with his speeches, a talent not lost on his mostly working class army. “Our nation was ripped from us by tactical blunder and by the selfish. We all suffered in the darkness that was the 2nd Island War, Danelians and Foresters alike.” The crown booed to the mention of the Foresters, Joseph waved down there yelps. “But to force us to submit to the leadership of a Forester general under the false claims of unity is sickening!” The troops booed again, Joseph paused for silence. “We have been shackled by our greatest enemy, the promise of equality has been a lie! While the Forestia side of the Island prospers, our people remain jobless! While Foresters get the top jobs, our people beg for factory work! This is not the way of our people, and soon we will end this oppression!” The troops exploded with cheers. “We will take back our lands! We will make the Foresters to suffer as we have! We will destroy the illegitimate state of Conora! We will restore our honour! We will succeed!” The troops were at their feet, cheering, pumping their fists, and chanting “Dan-eli-a!!” Joseph motioned for silence, “For this to happen we must all play our part, and tonight it is my pleasure to inform you of your play.” The room fell silent, excited stares from the younger members and hardened looks for the older members, the veterans of the previous war who knew all too well the real cost of war. “Your mission is to choke the flow of energy to the cities in the East. To draw federal troops into the North. You will attack the ironically named ‘Peace Power Generating Station’ on the Sacrifice River. Knock it out and keep it out. Your cell commanders will fill you in on further details, special equipment has been provided to your cell. Godspeed and remember, ‘Life before Honour’.” The old motto of the Danelian state stirred the troops into a cheer.
As Joseph stepped off the stage, he again grabbed the cell commander and looked eyes with him. He delivered with chilly significance “Honour before Life” once more. It was real now and once the euphoria of action wore off the mostly fresh troops would be fighting tooth and claw against a rebuilding, but still professional army. The cell commander gave Joseph a very sombre nod as he exited the side doors of the barn, “is it all really happening? Are we ready?” he thought to himself before turning to face his troops.