Cantelmium
13-12-2005, 00:04
Emperor Robert's military grade chopper settled on the roof-top of a Cantelmian airbase. Leaping from the open hatch, he was across the platform before the blade stopped spinning. His swift pace was matched by several aides rushing from the helicopter, talking on phones, calculating numbers and relaying information. Trouble was brewing. In what seemed like only seconds ago, he received the fateful news, the Grand Chancellor of Jordantinople's son had been assassinated by a group of Draconian terrorists.
The Emperor pushed through the roof doors and desended into the military complex. His top generals were gathered in the war room, plans laid out before them.
"Milord, it seems that the Draconian forces have mobilized and that the Grand Chancellor of Jordantinople is preparing to strike. We have two of our CBG's within twenty miles of Draconian coastline and our airforce is on standby."
The Emperor waved his hand, the crisp white cuffs of his suit dismissing the remaining men's voices. His deep green eyes scanned from man to man, settling on the figure of one of his top general's, Lucius Victor. The Emperor locked the man's gaze and with his majestic and commanding tone began,
"Prepare the armies for battle, raise the defenses. Yestarday was the time for words, it is now time for action. Today, Cantelmium rides to war."
The men scattered from the table, barking orders at the other offices, as the Emperor settled into a ivory throne. Using the control panel in the arm of the chair, we lowered an digital map of the Region as well as smaller on-screen images of the Draconian countryside.
As he settled into his command chair, he began to ponder how the banner of a Golden Eagle would look over the Palace of Immortal Dragons.
The Emperor pushed through the roof doors and desended into the military complex. His top generals were gathered in the war room, plans laid out before them.
"Milord, it seems that the Draconian forces have mobilized and that the Grand Chancellor of Jordantinople is preparing to strike. We have two of our CBG's within twenty miles of Draconian coastline and our airforce is on standby."
The Emperor waved his hand, the crisp white cuffs of his suit dismissing the remaining men's voices. His deep green eyes scanned from man to man, settling on the figure of one of his top general's, Lucius Victor. The Emperor locked the man's gaze and with his majestic and commanding tone began,
"Prepare the armies for battle, raise the defenses. Yestarday was the time for words, it is now time for action. Today, Cantelmium rides to war."
The men scattered from the table, barking orders at the other offices, as the Emperor settled into a ivory throne. Using the control panel in the arm of the chair, we lowered an digital map of the Region as well as smaller on-screen images of the Draconian countryside.
As he settled into his command chair, he began to ponder how the banner of a Golden Eagle would look over the Palace of Immortal Dragons.