Taledonia
24-03-2007, 06:56
Insult. A move that on the outside might seem harmless enough, but delve deeper and you see the vast insult therein. The claim of joining the great nation that is the Republic, then up and leaving without a second thought. Insult. It was a blow to the great pride of the Republic, and the Republic does not allow it's honor and dignity to be insulted.
The golden spear of war had been removed from its sacred rest within the curia, and shown to the amassed mob who shouted for blood. The various bribes of the Consul Aetius, and the ferocious debate that had occured within the marble hall had finally paved the way to war, to conquest. And for weeks now the fleets and legions of the Republic had been amassed, supplies and rations stockpiled, and plans laid out.
Beyond the eternal city of Taledon, center of the Republic, past the high mountains seperating the spaceport and the city, was a vast host of men. Thousands upon thousands filled much of the area, arranged into perfect blocks of men that in turn made up larger blocks, and so on. The Tenth Imperial Legion made up the center, the spearhead of the operation and the legion directly under the control of the active commander, Caius Julius Germanicus, a Junior Member of the Senate. To the left of the Tenth was positioned the Eleventh legion under Captain Solarius, to the right was Gaudentius and the Twelth. Stationed behind the Tenth was the Thirty-First Legion under Senator Duranzig of Zarathoft. All these legions had given their support to Germanicus, and his second in command, Tyrion of Loriiea.
The Senate Commander reviewed his troops, walking up the front line, his top officers following behind him and talking with him about the campaign. Stopping to exchange some jokes, jaunts, or friendly chat with men he knew personally, Julius made his way to the end, and satisfied with the review walked a ways infront of the legions. He readied himself to speak, but nothing came out, and a look of confusion suddenly on his young face. He said nothing, instead smiled at his troops(who eagerly smiled back at him through their helmets) and turned to head towards the boarding ramp of his command vessel, an Imperial Class Battle Cruiser. His men chuckled, knowing the man that had served with them in the ranks for years, and began moving in their units towards their own vessels.
Insult. Insult would be answered with raw power, the skill and strength of the legions playing testimate to the authority of the Republic. Those that surrendered to the will of the Senate and People would be spared, those that resisted would be slaughtered mercilessly. Soon...
The golden spear of war had been removed from its sacred rest within the curia, and shown to the amassed mob who shouted for blood. The various bribes of the Consul Aetius, and the ferocious debate that had occured within the marble hall had finally paved the way to war, to conquest. And for weeks now the fleets and legions of the Republic had been amassed, supplies and rations stockpiled, and plans laid out.
Beyond the eternal city of Taledon, center of the Republic, past the high mountains seperating the spaceport and the city, was a vast host of men. Thousands upon thousands filled much of the area, arranged into perfect blocks of men that in turn made up larger blocks, and so on. The Tenth Imperial Legion made up the center, the spearhead of the operation and the legion directly under the control of the active commander, Caius Julius Germanicus, a Junior Member of the Senate. To the left of the Tenth was positioned the Eleventh legion under Captain Solarius, to the right was Gaudentius and the Twelth. Stationed behind the Tenth was the Thirty-First Legion under Senator Duranzig of Zarathoft. All these legions had given their support to Germanicus, and his second in command, Tyrion of Loriiea.
The Senate Commander reviewed his troops, walking up the front line, his top officers following behind him and talking with him about the campaign. Stopping to exchange some jokes, jaunts, or friendly chat with men he knew personally, Julius made his way to the end, and satisfied with the review walked a ways infront of the legions. He readied himself to speak, but nothing came out, and a look of confusion suddenly on his young face. He said nothing, instead smiled at his troops(who eagerly smiled back at him through their helmets) and turned to head towards the boarding ramp of his command vessel, an Imperial Class Battle Cruiser. His men chuckled, knowing the man that had served with them in the ranks for years, and began moving in their units towards their own vessels.
Insult. Insult would be answered with raw power, the skill and strength of the legions playing testimate to the authority of the Republic. Those that surrendered to the will of the Senate and People would be spared, those that resisted would be slaughtered mercilessly. Soon...