Chellis
13-09-2004, 07:28
We come from the greatest nation on the planet;
The Strongest, The Wisest, The Best.
We come from the most revered of ancestors;
We can take on all of the rest.
I am a Rifleman, wearing the Emble Du F;
I am the Best Trained, Equipped, and Backed.
I am useless. I dont deserve to walk the earth;
God created us, when it was good material he lacked.
Our bodies litter the grounds of earth, our rifles caked with mud;
Nine digets of military, meant to be wasted upon.
We sit preparing for a war that we did not cause;
We are the rifleman of Chellis.
We fight because we know it is right;
We know that our Might makes right.
Life is pointless, Birth and Death Indistinguised;
Yet we fight with all of our might for our great nation.
We come from the greatest nation on the planet;
The Strongest, The Wisest, The Best.
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I-32's covered the skies, as Nilsars rolled through the streets. Troops marched between the tanks, their Red and White uniforms creating a single entity of marching and chanting. Hundreds of thousands of chellian citizens stood on the sides of the streets cheering.
The troops were loading onto ships in Poroteska, an important dock in southern Chellis. These troops were headed for a very large troop transport, supposed to carry three million soldiers over a year or so. Most of the navy transports didnt have any large requirements, and they stood outside in a vast naval flotilla, with Eleven battlegroups and various ships and aircraft patrolling.
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"Why are we building up in france? My god, what does that make now...Fifteen? Seventeen, counting Navy, etc? Jesus christ, we are surrounded by friends...What are we afraid of?" Commented a chellian soldier in the Cote D'azure, who had just shipped in from Algeria. He sat in an older APC with eleven other soldiers, unable to see the beauty of the nation around him.
"Shut up Ikida."
"Im serious. Are we going to rush into Spain? Germany? Are we going to lob a few artillery shells into sweden? Maybe we'll pull another HSoC!"
A soldier next to him socked him in the face. Ikida simply held his face, silently pondering his outburst. He knew they werent allowed to mention HSoC. Ever. He presumed it was his pessemistic attitude, then dismissed it.
The APC was on the highway, which had been shut off for two weeks for military priority. A large part of the military was headed to the Franco-german, or Franco-Benelux border. There was no official statement of the movement, Chellian news channels werent allowed to run stories on it, and chellis didn't let any of the few foreign reporters in chellian lands to report either, unless they wanted to be deported. This was a large move, made as quietly as possible. One cannot create a quiet avalanche, however.
OOC: To be continued...
The Strongest, The Wisest, The Best.
We come from the most revered of ancestors;
We can take on all of the rest.
I am a Rifleman, wearing the Emble Du F;
I am the Best Trained, Equipped, and Backed.
I am useless. I dont deserve to walk the earth;
God created us, when it was good material he lacked.
Our bodies litter the grounds of earth, our rifles caked with mud;
Nine digets of military, meant to be wasted upon.
We sit preparing for a war that we did not cause;
We are the rifleman of Chellis.
We fight because we know it is right;
We know that our Might makes right.
Life is pointless, Birth and Death Indistinguised;
Yet we fight with all of our might for our great nation.
We come from the greatest nation on the planet;
The Strongest, The Wisest, The Best.
----------
I-32's covered the skies, as Nilsars rolled through the streets. Troops marched between the tanks, their Red and White uniforms creating a single entity of marching and chanting. Hundreds of thousands of chellian citizens stood on the sides of the streets cheering.
The troops were loading onto ships in Poroteska, an important dock in southern Chellis. These troops were headed for a very large troop transport, supposed to carry three million soldiers over a year or so. Most of the navy transports didnt have any large requirements, and they stood outside in a vast naval flotilla, with Eleven battlegroups and various ships and aircraft patrolling.
---
"Why are we building up in france? My god, what does that make now...Fifteen? Seventeen, counting Navy, etc? Jesus christ, we are surrounded by friends...What are we afraid of?" Commented a chellian soldier in the Cote D'azure, who had just shipped in from Algeria. He sat in an older APC with eleven other soldiers, unable to see the beauty of the nation around him.
"Shut up Ikida."
"Im serious. Are we going to rush into Spain? Germany? Are we going to lob a few artillery shells into sweden? Maybe we'll pull another HSoC!"
A soldier next to him socked him in the face. Ikida simply held his face, silently pondering his outburst. He knew they werent allowed to mention HSoC. Ever. He presumed it was his pessemistic attitude, then dismissed it.
The APC was on the highway, which had been shut off for two weeks for military priority. A large part of the military was headed to the Franco-german, or Franco-Benelux border. There was no official statement of the movement, Chellian news channels werent allowed to run stories on it, and chellis didn't let any of the few foreign reporters in chellian lands to report either, unless they wanted to be deported. This was a large move, made as quietly as possible. One cannot create a quiet avalanche, however.
OOC: To be continued...