Blasphemous Priest
29-04-2007, 07:05
Hiezrich Military Base, Trenhiem City
Sergeant Edward Hrinhiem casually flicked a cigarette over the rail of the balcony fence. His blue eyes briefly examined the commotion in the expansive field below; all was going well as far as he could see. He straightened his black uniform and put on his white cap. Edward glanced at the field again before retreating into the headquarters through the steel doors behind him.
As soon as he stepped in he was bombarded by the noise of the activity going on in the room. Men were running from computer terminals on one side of the room to computer terminals on the other side. The ceasless beeping and keying on the keyboard was enough to drive Edward up a wall. He could stand beside a 110mm bombardment cannon on a battle-cruiser all day and feel fine...but the noise in this room was quick, loud, and awfully repetitive. Not to mention annoying.
Edward reached out and grabbed a man about to pass in front on him, he seized the mans green shirt (nearly strangling the man) and pulled him over. Edward glanced at the name and rank on the mans shirt:
"Corporal Jenkins, status report. How goes the mobilization procedures?"
Corporal Jenkins nearly pissed himself when the Sergeant grabbed him and pulled him over, he could have sworn he was going to get a swift reprimand and punishment for one rule infraction or another. The knot not in Jenkins's chest loosened when he realized the Sergeant just wanted a status report. 'Thank the gods..." he thought. He almost instantly regained his composure, he saluted and quickly gave an oral status report.
"As of now, Marine units 7a, and 3n have arrived from Fort Brinigrad; that is nearly 56,000 men. Tank units 36th, and 98th have also arrived, sir. We recieved a coded message that a plane crashed at Vikonere Airfield, so our planes will be arriving tommorow at approximatly 0950 hours, instead of later today."
"How long until we are ready to move on with operations?" Sergeant Hrinhiem asked. He watched the corporal waiting patiently for a response; he could tell that the young man was choosing his words carefully...'smart kid' Hrinhiem thought.
"Sixteen days, sir." Corporal Jenkins replied. Edward thanked him and dismissed the Corporal; Edward withdrew another cigarette from his jacket pocket and a lighter. Soon he was puffing away.
"Those things will kill you, you know..." said a voice behind Edward, he turned around to see who had spoken...
"Colonel Yuri how good to see you," Edward dropped the cigarette and crushed it beneath his boot, "how goes things in Unit 7a? Come sit down."
Sergeant Hrinhiem led Colonel Yuri to a table on the far side of the room and both men sat down. Colonel Yuri turned to a young woman heading out a side door further into the palace and politly asked for her to bring him a scotch and brandy. She said she would, 'this is not my job you sexist sonofabitch!' she thought as she walked out to retrieve the Colonels drink from a kitchen on a lower level. Yuri turned back to Edward:
"Things are going fine in Unit 7a, we just got back from a routine training op in the Yervin Mountains. Brutal, but well worth it, it may well save the lives of my men and me."
"I saw on the National Weather Bullitin that it was near 12 degrees out there, I wouldn't have lasted a day in those mountains; I have a sailors blood running through my veins, tropics are where I operate best..."
Yuri let out a deep chuckle, "Pussy, spend enough time in those mountains and you'll get used to it indeed!" he laughed a little more. This little bit of humor was quickly overlapped by a serious tone, mere moments later, Yuri leaned in close to Edward...
"How long until we are ready to move Edward?" he whispered. Edward did not understand why Yuri always did this; there was nothing to fear about being overheard. Still Edward obliged and anwered in a whisper...
"Sixteen days; then we will be able to move on the Aydindril..." Yuri listened to this response, calmly calculated every possible scenario and said, "Would it be possible to move in twelve days. We have to strike when the city is most vulnerable!"
"I don't know, it all depends on how much equipment has arrived by then; most of the regiments 10 and 11 are overkill and Units 17 and 18 probably won't be needed. In all probabiliy we could move in twelve...if the planes have arrived..." Yuri's expression became concerned immediatly at the mention of the airplanes maybe not arriving in time:
"Edward we cannot move unless those planes are here. In that airfield," Yuri made a gesture in the relative direction of Hienzrich Airfield a mile to the south, "why have they not arrived yet?"
"A plane crashed at Vikonere Airfield, they will be late; but Corporal Jenkins said they should arrive by 0950 hours tommorow."
The Colonel stood up and shook the Sergeants hand, "Its good seeing you agian Edward, send for me when those planes arrive. If they do not make it we will not be able to move. Aydindril will not fall to men alone."
"I know, Yuri..."
'Sixteen days, tommorow the planes should arrive, and over the course of the next 2 weeks the rest of our forces will filter into the city. Aydindril will fall to the Red Army!' thought Sergeant Edward Hrinhiem.
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Aydindril, Capital Square
"Right." answered Major Andrew Bennings, "yes General, the men are in place, all roads leading up to the palace are secure."
"Good, his Excellency will be arriving soon. Eleven days Major, by then I don't even want to see a bum on the street. Detain anyone suspicious; His Excellency takes first priority, the people may again do as they please in this city when he leaves." the General hung up, and Major Bennings placed the phone on the reciever.
"Prick..." Bennings walked to a small table in the corner of the room and picked up his hat. Hat retrieved he quickly made his way outside onto Capital Square. When he was a kid, the Square and its surrounding Palace amazed him. Now that he was charged with securing it; well it was a huge pain in the ass! The palace had been designed and built 100 years prior. It became the permenant home of the emperor. Wide roads had been built comming onto the Square from six directions so everyone could hear the empeor speak. A good idea for when you want to be heard; but it was also a huge security risk. Major Bennings was in for one hell of day.
He ran into Private Richardson Ikemon, a huge man who seemed to be all muscle. It made Bennings feel slightly humbled to see this man; he pushed away his feeling of being inadequate compared to this monster of a man and asked if security measures had been implemented yet.
"Yes sir, Code Axson has been implements, snipers have been placed in every building around the entrances of the Square; and we have near to 150 soldiers guarding all six gates; every hour the Square and the Palace are being checked for bombs and the like, everything will go smoothly sir, I can assure you."
"Good, I will not have a mistake on your part fall on my head, your duty is to the Emperor not the people. If a bomb must explode, may it kill the peasants and not our Emperor..."
"Yes sir, and by the way when will the Emperor be arriving. For all this activity he must be arriving soon?"
"Eleven days Private, eleven days."
Sergeant Edward Hrinhiem casually flicked a cigarette over the rail of the balcony fence. His blue eyes briefly examined the commotion in the expansive field below; all was going well as far as he could see. He straightened his black uniform and put on his white cap. Edward glanced at the field again before retreating into the headquarters through the steel doors behind him.
As soon as he stepped in he was bombarded by the noise of the activity going on in the room. Men were running from computer terminals on one side of the room to computer terminals on the other side. The ceasless beeping and keying on the keyboard was enough to drive Edward up a wall. He could stand beside a 110mm bombardment cannon on a battle-cruiser all day and feel fine...but the noise in this room was quick, loud, and awfully repetitive. Not to mention annoying.
Edward reached out and grabbed a man about to pass in front on him, he seized the mans green shirt (nearly strangling the man) and pulled him over. Edward glanced at the name and rank on the mans shirt:
"Corporal Jenkins, status report. How goes the mobilization procedures?"
Corporal Jenkins nearly pissed himself when the Sergeant grabbed him and pulled him over, he could have sworn he was going to get a swift reprimand and punishment for one rule infraction or another. The knot not in Jenkins's chest loosened when he realized the Sergeant just wanted a status report. 'Thank the gods..." he thought. He almost instantly regained his composure, he saluted and quickly gave an oral status report.
"As of now, Marine units 7a, and 3n have arrived from Fort Brinigrad; that is nearly 56,000 men. Tank units 36th, and 98th have also arrived, sir. We recieved a coded message that a plane crashed at Vikonere Airfield, so our planes will be arriving tommorow at approximatly 0950 hours, instead of later today."
"How long until we are ready to move on with operations?" Sergeant Hrinhiem asked. He watched the corporal waiting patiently for a response; he could tell that the young man was choosing his words carefully...'smart kid' Hrinhiem thought.
"Sixteen days, sir." Corporal Jenkins replied. Edward thanked him and dismissed the Corporal; Edward withdrew another cigarette from his jacket pocket and a lighter. Soon he was puffing away.
"Those things will kill you, you know..." said a voice behind Edward, he turned around to see who had spoken...
"Colonel Yuri how good to see you," Edward dropped the cigarette and crushed it beneath his boot, "how goes things in Unit 7a? Come sit down."
Sergeant Hrinhiem led Colonel Yuri to a table on the far side of the room and both men sat down. Colonel Yuri turned to a young woman heading out a side door further into the palace and politly asked for her to bring him a scotch and brandy. She said she would, 'this is not my job you sexist sonofabitch!' she thought as she walked out to retrieve the Colonels drink from a kitchen on a lower level. Yuri turned back to Edward:
"Things are going fine in Unit 7a, we just got back from a routine training op in the Yervin Mountains. Brutal, but well worth it, it may well save the lives of my men and me."
"I saw on the National Weather Bullitin that it was near 12 degrees out there, I wouldn't have lasted a day in those mountains; I have a sailors blood running through my veins, tropics are where I operate best..."
Yuri let out a deep chuckle, "Pussy, spend enough time in those mountains and you'll get used to it indeed!" he laughed a little more. This little bit of humor was quickly overlapped by a serious tone, mere moments later, Yuri leaned in close to Edward...
"How long until we are ready to move Edward?" he whispered. Edward did not understand why Yuri always did this; there was nothing to fear about being overheard. Still Edward obliged and anwered in a whisper...
"Sixteen days; then we will be able to move on the Aydindril..." Yuri listened to this response, calmly calculated every possible scenario and said, "Would it be possible to move in twelve days. We have to strike when the city is most vulnerable!"
"I don't know, it all depends on how much equipment has arrived by then; most of the regiments 10 and 11 are overkill and Units 17 and 18 probably won't be needed. In all probabiliy we could move in twelve...if the planes have arrived..." Yuri's expression became concerned immediatly at the mention of the airplanes maybe not arriving in time:
"Edward we cannot move unless those planes are here. In that airfield," Yuri made a gesture in the relative direction of Hienzrich Airfield a mile to the south, "why have they not arrived yet?"
"A plane crashed at Vikonere Airfield, they will be late; but Corporal Jenkins said they should arrive by 0950 hours tommorow."
The Colonel stood up and shook the Sergeants hand, "Its good seeing you agian Edward, send for me when those planes arrive. If they do not make it we will not be able to move. Aydindril will not fall to men alone."
"I know, Yuri..."
'Sixteen days, tommorow the planes should arrive, and over the course of the next 2 weeks the rest of our forces will filter into the city. Aydindril will fall to the Red Army!' thought Sergeant Edward Hrinhiem.
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Aydindril, Capital Square
"Right." answered Major Andrew Bennings, "yes General, the men are in place, all roads leading up to the palace are secure."
"Good, his Excellency will be arriving soon. Eleven days Major, by then I don't even want to see a bum on the street. Detain anyone suspicious; His Excellency takes first priority, the people may again do as they please in this city when he leaves." the General hung up, and Major Bennings placed the phone on the reciever.
"Prick..." Bennings walked to a small table in the corner of the room and picked up his hat. Hat retrieved he quickly made his way outside onto Capital Square. When he was a kid, the Square and its surrounding Palace amazed him. Now that he was charged with securing it; well it was a huge pain in the ass! The palace had been designed and built 100 years prior. It became the permenant home of the emperor. Wide roads had been built comming onto the Square from six directions so everyone could hear the empeor speak. A good idea for when you want to be heard; but it was also a huge security risk. Major Bennings was in for one hell of day.
He ran into Private Richardson Ikemon, a huge man who seemed to be all muscle. It made Bennings feel slightly humbled to see this man; he pushed away his feeling of being inadequate compared to this monster of a man and asked if security measures had been implemented yet.
"Yes sir, Code Axson has been implements, snipers have been placed in every building around the entrances of the Square; and we have near to 150 soldiers guarding all six gates; every hour the Square and the Palace are being checked for bombs and the like, everything will go smoothly sir, I can assure you."
"Good, I will not have a mistake on your part fall on my head, your duty is to the Emperor not the people. If a bomb must explode, may it kill the peasants and not our Emperor..."
"Yes sir, and by the way when will the Emperor be arriving. For all this activity he must be arriving soon?"
"Eleven days Private, eleven days."