Ansuria
23-08-2006, 03:26
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Field Marshal Carga Lassic Koor sat uncomfortably on his chair, it's stiff leather furnishings digging into his body. Four other chairs stood to his left, lined up against the cream-coloured textured wallpaper. The floor was a rich, oiled pine, covered by a Persian rug that ran the entire length of the forty-foot corridor. To his right, the door to the study of Prime Minister Iirich Tovildan, the figurehead and Lord Commander of the Ansurian Empire.
“<Minister Tovildan will see you now, sir,>” piped a small voice. Koor hadn't noticed the door open on its meticulously-oiled hinges, but he quickly got to his feet and brushed past the thin man who held it for him. He entered into a high-ceilinged room, its walls obscured by a trio of enormous bookcases, filled with leather-bound volumes. At the far end of the room, Minister Tovildan sat engrossed in a pile of papers on his desk.
“<Sit,>” commanded the Minister, his gaze not leaving the papers as his pen scratched across them. Koor perched himself upon a hardwood chair directly in front of the desk, and patiently waited with his eyes upon the old man. His pen scraped across the pages for what seemed like several minutes, before the Minister lifted his head and met the Marshal's gaze.
“<I have a new command for you,>” said Tovildan. “<Something I believe might suit your particular strengths.>”
Koor was silent, knowing that the Minister was still speaking.
“<It is a combat command.>”
“<Sir?>” blurted Koor, “<The Empire is engaged in no international disputes that I know of... What do you mean by combat?>”
“<Exactly that,>” replied the Minister. “<A field command in which the battle will be initiated... by you.>” Tovildan stood, revealing a formidable height and build for a man of his age. Though taller during his youth, at the age of sixty-three he was still close to six and a half feet tall. “<This war will be initiated openly, freely, and with the full might of the Imperial Ansurian Army, Navy and Air Force behind it. I am formally giving you complete command,>” he handed Koor an order from his desk, “<complete command of one in every five men the Empire maintains under arms. Complete command, without repercussion or political interference, with the only objective the efficient and decisive elimination of the enemy.>”
“<The target, Minister?>” asked Koor, regaining his composure.
Iirich Tovildan's wrinkled hand drew a map of the world towards them, and his finger stabbed down with precision. “<Here,>” he said. “<ICCD-Intracircumcordei.>”
OOC: Invasion of ICCD-Intracircumcordei, as planned by shadowy government figures and suspicious people with Generian accents. The attacking force will consist of approximately 1.6 million men, including non-combat personnel, with more detailed lists to be included at a later date. Any nation is welcome to intervene, though should be aware that the operation is sanctioned by the Generic Empire, who will undoubtedly come down like a sack of shit when required.
That said, best of luck to all, and I'll expand upon this initial secret talk tomorrow. Goodnight.
Field Marshal Carga Lassic Koor sat uncomfortably on his chair, it's stiff leather furnishings digging into his body. Four other chairs stood to his left, lined up against the cream-coloured textured wallpaper. The floor was a rich, oiled pine, covered by a Persian rug that ran the entire length of the forty-foot corridor. To his right, the door to the study of Prime Minister Iirich Tovildan, the figurehead and Lord Commander of the Ansurian Empire.
“<Minister Tovildan will see you now, sir,>” piped a small voice. Koor hadn't noticed the door open on its meticulously-oiled hinges, but he quickly got to his feet and brushed past the thin man who held it for him. He entered into a high-ceilinged room, its walls obscured by a trio of enormous bookcases, filled with leather-bound volumes. At the far end of the room, Minister Tovildan sat engrossed in a pile of papers on his desk.
“<Sit,>” commanded the Minister, his gaze not leaving the papers as his pen scratched across them. Koor perched himself upon a hardwood chair directly in front of the desk, and patiently waited with his eyes upon the old man. His pen scraped across the pages for what seemed like several minutes, before the Minister lifted his head and met the Marshal's gaze.
“<I have a new command for you,>” said Tovildan. “<Something I believe might suit your particular strengths.>”
Koor was silent, knowing that the Minister was still speaking.
“<It is a combat command.>”
“<Sir?>” blurted Koor, “<The Empire is engaged in no international disputes that I know of... What do you mean by combat?>”
“<Exactly that,>” replied the Minister. “<A field command in which the battle will be initiated... by you.>” Tovildan stood, revealing a formidable height and build for a man of his age. Though taller during his youth, at the age of sixty-three he was still close to six and a half feet tall. “<This war will be initiated openly, freely, and with the full might of the Imperial Ansurian Army, Navy and Air Force behind it. I am formally giving you complete command,>” he handed Koor an order from his desk, “<complete command of one in every five men the Empire maintains under arms. Complete command, without repercussion or political interference, with the only objective the efficient and decisive elimination of the enemy.>”
“<The target, Minister?>” asked Koor, regaining his composure.
Iirich Tovildan's wrinkled hand drew a map of the world towards them, and his finger stabbed down with precision. “<Here,>” he said. “<ICCD-Intracircumcordei.>”
OOC: Invasion of ICCD-Intracircumcordei, as planned by shadowy government figures and suspicious people with Generian accents. The attacking force will consist of approximately 1.6 million men, including non-combat personnel, with more detailed lists to be included at a later date. Any nation is welcome to intervene, though should be aware that the operation is sanctioned by the Generic Empire, who will undoubtedly come down like a sack of shit when required.
That said, best of luck to all, and I'll expand upon this initial secret talk tomorrow. Goodnight.