Crimson blades
14-06-2005, 03:44
I remember.....The old times.
Back then, the grass almost seemed greener, the sky seemed bluer, the government...a little less omnipresent...This was before Kenneth Howitzer II, the third hier to the regime of the Howitzer family took control.
But back then we were stupid. nothing but a tiny speck of political prowess, a nation looked apon as more of a speedbump than the mountain of power that we have become today. A power that no longer waits in the shadows of the world to wreap the spoils of other mens sacrifices....We were insolent....Not like us....Not at all....
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April 2nd 02:00hrs
The line of warships at dock cast a shadow like that of a city skyline in the afternoon. The massive weapons of war where almost silent. The hum of matinence equiptment being overtaken by the songs of the native birds.
All was quiet, save for the one vessel leaving port. The one vessel sent out to fullfill the destiny of the once sleeping might that was The Confederacy of Crimson Blades...this was The New Confederacy.
This was the future...
As the long and narrow SSBN made its way through the ocean, the ship was overflowing with unspoken pride. It was holding a secret. A big secret. something so influential and utterly powerful, that it had been kept a secret. a secret that laid in solitude. untill today.
Who knows what the future will hold...
Back then, the grass almost seemed greener, the sky seemed bluer, the government...a little less omnipresent...This was before Kenneth Howitzer II, the third hier to the regime of the Howitzer family took control.
But back then we were stupid. nothing but a tiny speck of political prowess, a nation looked apon as more of a speedbump than the mountain of power that we have become today. A power that no longer waits in the shadows of the world to wreap the spoils of other mens sacrifices....We were insolent....Not like us....Not at all....
-----
April 2nd 02:00hrs
The line of warships at dock cast a shadow like that of a city skyline in the afternoon. The massive weapons of war where almost silent. The hum of matinence equiptment being overtaken by the songs of the native birds.
All was quiet, save for the one vessel leaving port. The one vessel sent out to fullfill the destiny of the once sleeping might that was The Confederacy of Crimson Blades...this was The New Confederacy.
This was the future...
As the long and narrow SSBN made its way through the ocean, the ship was overflowing with unspoken pride. It was holding a secret. A big secret. something so influential and utterly powerful, that it had been kept a secret. a secret that laid in solitude. untill today.
Who knows what the future will hold...