Emmitia
01-06-2005, 03:46
For the citizens of Emmitia that watched the Imperial News Network, which most probably did, they were alerted of an occurance in the Imperial Square, Ivory Square, which instilled in them a certain degree of pride for their Pirokajuon and the Executors of His Will .
Populating the vast open space of Ivory Square were thousands upon thousands of soldiers filling up the screen from top to bottom and side to side. They were dressed not in the glimmering, glistening armor of the dress uniform but in the drab, non-attractive colors of the battle fatigue. Most were in the standard green-black-tan camoflage usually associated with the military, though special divisions wore different forms of the military colors.
"The 2nd Arctic Division!" a voice over the loudspeaker cried. Men in white and grey camoflage marched in front of the Imperial balcony, and the Emperor himself, by this time a feeble old man, saluted back to their own signs of respect.
"1st Desert Division!" the voice cried again. Men in tans and light browns now dominated the vast Ivory square. They were gone as soon as they appeared, however, as the speedy Emmitian marching step did not much allow for daudling.
What was special about the troops today was not their colors - indeed, it was odd that they did not appear with their dress uniforms - but it was what the troops were holding that caught the surprise of Emmitian viewers. For long periods of time, the Emmitian army had relied on Eastern arms. Ak-47's, 74's, and T-80's. Now, they unveiled a new, western arsenal. The army that marched before them was not the regular army, either. To equip the regular army with such equipment and train them in one fell swoop would be too expensive, but what marched in front of the screen was none else but the newly formed [I]Kurataen Nirusor - "Guardians of the Empire." Roughly equivilant in the purpose as the Roman Praetorians of the Turkish Yaniceri, these men were the Emperor's Chosen.
The Sons of the Emperor.
Armed with Abrams tanks, Bradley assault vehicles, OICW armaments, Landwarrior equipment, self-propelled artillery and other formidable armaments of the Western markets, these men were now the pioneers in a new Emmitian army, an army that the Pirokajuon was building to match any other army in the field that day, and to perhaps one day build a vaster Empire, to spread Emmitian culture through force of arms and armaments, and to make Emmitia the new Rome or Constantinople.
Afterwards, the camera from Ivory Square cut off. It focused now on a green plain, beside the Imperial Palace.
The tank crews were standing without their tanks, and all of the soldiers were packed in careful lines across the field, without divisional breaks or spaces of any real consequence between the soldiers.
As one, they lifted their hands, and allowed them to fall. As one, they fell to their knees, and bent their torsos over in supplication, their hands outstreached in front of them.
"To the Emperor, our Great Father, the Father of His Country, the Augustus, we entrust our lives and our honor, and shall defend his own."
The voice was from the mouths of many but sounded as from one.
To watch further, one would witness the new Emmitian navy. Fledgling, but an improvement over the miniscule boats other nations quietly laughed at and called simple reed boats or rowboats. Missile frigates and crusiers were now populating the docks of the capitol and the main port of Coroceliya.
The reborn Emmitian air-force now sported an array of new F-22 Raptor stealth fighters for the defense of the island's skies. Slight maneuvers were made in the jets - some of the pilots were still getting used to them and did not want to careen out of the skies.
Populating the vast open space of Ivory Square were thousands upon thousands of soldiers filling up the screen from top to bottom and side to side. They were dressed not in the glimmering, glistening armor of the dress uniform but in the drab, non-attractive colors of the battle fatigue. Most were in the standard green-black-tan camoflage usually associated with the military, though special divisions wore different forms of the military colors.
"The 2nd Arctic Division!" a voice over the loudspeaker cried. Men in white and grey camoflage marched in front of the Imperial balcony, and the Emperor himself, by this time a feeble old man, saluted back to their own signs of respect.
"1st Desert Division!" the voice cried again. Men in tans and light browns now dominated the vast Ivory square. They were gone as soon as they appeared, however, as the speedy Emmitian marching step did not much allow for daudling.
What was special about the troops today was not their colors - indeed, it was odd that they did not appear with their dress uniforms - but it was what the troops were holding that caught the surprise of Emmitian viewers. For long periods of time, the Emmitian army had relied on Eastern arms. Ak-47's, 74's, and T-80's. Now, they unveiled a new, western arsenal. The army that marched before them was not the regular army, either. To equip the regular army with such equipment and train them in one fell swoop would be too expensive, but what marched in front of the screen was none else but the newly formed [I]Kurataen Nirusor - "Guardians of the Empire." Roughly equivilant in the purpose as the Roman Praetorians of the Turkish Yaniceri, these men were the Emperor's Chosen.
The Sons of the Emperor.
Armed with Abrams tanks, Bradley assault vehicles, OICW armaments, Landwarrior equipment, self-propelled artillery and other formidable armaments of the Western markets, these men were now the pioneers in a new Emmitian army, an army that the Pirokajuon was building to match any other army in the field that day, and to perhaps one day build a vaster Empire, to spread Emmitian culture through force of arms and armaments, and to make Emmitia the new Rome or Constantinople.
Afterwards, the camera from Ivory Square cut off. It focused now on a green plain, beside the Imperial Palace.
The tank crews were standing without their tanks, and all of the soldiers were packed in careful lines across the field, without divisional breaks or spaces of any real consequence between the soldiers.
As one, they lifted their hands, and allowed them to fall. As one, they fell to their knees, and bent their torsos over in supplication, their hands outstreached in front of them.
"To the Emperor, our Great Father, the Father of His Country, the Augustus, we entrust our lives and our honor, and shall defend his own."
The voice was from the mouths of many but sounded as from one.
To watch further, one would witness the new Emmitian navy. Fledgling, but an improvement over the miniscule boats other nations quietly laughed at and called simple reed boats or rowboats. Missile frigates and crusiers were now populating the docks of the capitol and the main port of Coroceliya.
The reborn Emmitian air-force now sported an array of new F-22 Raptor stealth fighters for the defense of the island's skies. Slight maneuvers were made in the jets - some of the pilots were still getting used to them and did not want to careen out of the skies.