Agnosial
12-08-2007, 05:42
Second Royal Agnosialic Palace, 0800 hrs.
Attropolis, Agnosial
The double doors of the coference room flew open. In stepped a thin, tall man. He strode over to the large polished oak table where a dozen other men sat. He took his seat at the head of the table, and cleared his throat rather loadly to silence the others' talking. He waited a minute, staring down the table at his advisors and generals. As he was about to speak a short, portly man interrupted.
"De Francisco, when the hell are we starting?!"
Franklin De Francisco glared angrily at the man. A vein on his forehead looked as if it was going to explode. He ran his hand over his bald head and stood up, still glaring at the man.
"I suggest, General Hoss," said De Francisco coldly, "that you do not allow yourself another outburst such as that again, or I will have you shipped off to the coldest part of the Arctic Circle and let you freeze to death."
The general gulped, and shrunk a little into his seat. De Francisco took his seat. He pointed to another man wearing a red beret. The man in the beret stood, saluted De Francisco, and began speaking.
"Shizni De Francisco. I understand that you want to invade Amboss, but I do not understand what purpose it serves. We've all been chatting, and we think it's not wise to invade them unprovoked. We've only one spy plane, and even if we do obtain enough intelligence, while our navy we're sure could sink everything in Amboss's waters, we don't believe our ground infantry are prepared for this. They've never been deployed during open warfare like this."
The man in the red beret saluted again and took his seat.
De Francisco shrugged. "I believe in our boys. Now, I want that spy plane taking pictures by 1100 hours, and I want the 1st and 2nd fleets off towards Amboss by 2200 tonight."
The man in the red beret spoke up. "I don't understand why you want to do this."
De Francisco sighed. He stood and circled the table, stopping when he was behind his seat again. "One word. Oil. Sweet, sweet oil. They have alot on that island of theirs. I want it all. Now, I've tried reasoning with their leader, but they want no part of an oil trade. So this is the only course of action left. Now," he said again, "spy plane by 1100 hours, fleets by 2200. I'll be at the Fourth Royal Agnosialic Palace in Elnoore. Phone if you need me."
The Shizni walked out the double doors, leaving the dozen advisors and generals behind, with many of them still not having voiced their personal opinions.
Attropolis, Agnosial
The double doors of the coference room flew open. In stepped a thin, tall man. He strode over to the large polished oak table where a dozen other men sat. He took his seat at the head of the table, and cleared his throat rather loadly to silence the others' talking. He waited a minute, staring down the table at his advisors and generals. As he was about to speak a short, portly man interrupted.
"De Francisco, when the hell are we starting?!"
Franklin De Francisco glared angrily at the man. A vein on his forehead looked as if it was going to explode. He ran his hand over his bald head and stood up, still glaring at the man.
"I suggest, General Hoss," said De Francisco coldly, "that you do not allow yourself another outburst such as that again, or I will have you shipped off to the coldest part of the Arctic Circle and let you freeze to death."
The general gulped, and shrunk a little into his seat. De Francisco took his seat. He pointed to another man wearing a red beret. The man in the beret stood, saluted De Francisco, and began speaking.
"Shizni De Francisco. I understand that you want to invade Amboss, but I do not understand what purpose it serves. We've all been chatting, and we think it's not wise to invade them unprovoked. We've only one spy plane, and even if we do obtain enough intelligence, while our navy we're sure could sink everything in Amboss's waters, we don't believe our ground infantry are prepared for this. They've never been deployed during open warfare like this."
The man in the red beret saluted again and took his seat.
De Francisco shrugged. "I believe in our boys. Now, I want that spy plane taking pictures by 1100 hours, and I want the 1st and 2nd fleets off towards Amboss by 2200 tonight."
The man in the red beret spoke up. "I don't understand why you want to do this."
De Francisco sighed. He stood and circled the table, stopping when he was behind his seat again. "One word. Oil. Sweet, sweet oil. They have alot on that island of theirs. I want it all. Now, I've tried reasoning with their leader, but they want no part of an oil trade. So this is the only course of action left. Now," he said again, "spy plane by 1100 hours, fleets by 2200. I'll be at the Fourth Royal Agnosialic Palace in Elnoore. Phone if you need me."
The Shizni walked out the double doors, leaving the dozen advisors and generals behind, with many of them still not having voiced their personal opinions.