NationStates Jolt Archive

Scolar Visari - Supreme Leader of The Helghan Empire - is pleased to know that the war is continuing. He was dressed in his Helghast uniform, as usual, and sitting at his desk in his dim-lit office. He has a feirce trust in General Lente - Second in Command of The Helghan Empire, Supreme Leader of The Helghan Army - that he will lead his forces to victory against many larger nations. But he has no doubt that numbers do matter.
Only logistics.
Fools who rely in numbers must probably have very little or weak commanders. A flaw in every large, but under-equipped, army. However, the army he and Lente breed is very massive and very prepared in combat, logistics, and patriotism.
Yet, he has a strong pulse in his temples and tension in his hands. He knows but barely thinks that the many nations protecting the enemy may win. But still there was a flaw in that: Allies of the Helghast are willing to protect him and their allies at whatever cost.
He has great trust to General Peterson of OutpoustCommand's army. Peterson is very knowledgeable and looks after himself and his men. Scolar and General Lente knew him since the birth of OutpostCommand. They've seen him command his troops in training and give him great honors to be a fierce patriot to him and his country.
Visari stood and stared through the window behind him. A dozen of Helghast Base Soldiers, wielding StA-52 Light Assault Rifles, marching and patrolling the grounds at the same time.
War with the vast Helghan Empire will turn everything you've loved into a hell. The battlefield will be intense and choatic.
Solar Visari knows only this:
When war is unleashed, he will have no regrets.

Gregor Hahka, a Base Soldier and Commander and Colonel of the Helghast 60th Infantry Division, was in his quarters using a rag to wipe away the dust on his guns: the StA-52 Light Assault Rifle and his IvP-18 Tropov Machine Pistol. The guns were not loaded, the magazines and shells sat on the same desk he cleaned them on.
He wasn't wearing his actual Helghast suit, instead he was in his secondary uniform he wore during no training.
He remembers the day he was drafted to The Helghan Army when he was thirteen. A lot of teenages, the ones born with great body strengths, were drafted at his age. He had always in interest in the Helghan Military, so he wasn't frightened to leave and go train to kill. At least he was able to visit his parents one week, every month. But they died because the radiation in the air became too strong for them to handle. Their bodies were born with weak but very normal strengths. That was the reason why.
He knows the war begins soon, everyone did. He is ready to go to war with his troops - the ones he commands - and will stop at nothing to help lead the ground forces to victory.
Despite that he isn't the ground forces commander.
He too had tension in his hands as he continues to clean his weapons. He doesn't want to die, but he will fight to the death when all the outcome are not in his favor.
Death will be his last resort. He's one of the most loyal Helghast you could find. All Helghasts are, but then there are some that wil do anything to unleash Helghast domination.
He finished cleaning the guns with the rag and reloaded them. After he finished he stood and walked out of his quarters.

OOC: Who are you at war with?

Borman Empire. Criticize me if you'd like to, it's fine with me.

OOC: I'm just wondering. No critisism intended.

OOC: OK, thanks for your time