Falkasia
13-01-2009, 00:43
It was early morning when the Falkasian 8th Airborne, accompanied by their Chazakain and 101st Airborne partners marched into the Fanrainian capitol city. The sun had just creasted the horizon, bathing the city and surronding land in a pinkish-red glow. The light reflected brightly off the polished black armor of the Falkasian conquers as they made their way down the main thoroughfare into the city's central plaza. They had passed through the city's crudely constructed barricades and defenses on the outskirts of the town only a short while before, and many couldn't help but notice the haste in which it seemed they had been constructed. Wood panels from antique chiffarobes and furniture were stacked along the walls of trenches and bunkers, and what concrete was used seemed to remain isolated to the occasional coarse, grey mound along the perimeter. Even a few buildings had been demolished to make way for archaic Bofors AA positions or ammunition dumps, all of which sat solemnly untended and alone amid the quiet of the approaching forces.
Off in the distance, a clock struck 9 o'clock as the Falkasian forces rounded a corner and came into view of the central plaza and what remained of the main Fanrainian government building. It was barely recognizable now, due to the severe damage it had recieved as a result of the single Falkasian boming raid. Most of the building's once beautiful and well-kept marble columns and walls now laid in pieces on the dirt and ash covered ground, shattered by the ravages of war. The same could be said for the once majestic dome that sat atop the building, now having fallen through to the floor below. If it hadn't been for the immense crowd of people along the side of the road cheering them on, many would have pitied the destruction of such a beautiful building.
The glossy jackboots of the soldiers clicked as they continued to advance down the cobblestone street in near perfectly formed formations, turning the last half-turn until the central plaza. The regiments then began to file in, stopping themselves immediately next to one another until a legion had been formed, 100,000 black-clad men strong. Then, a single squad of soldiers stepped out of formation and approached the center of the plaza where a flag pole stood. Slowly, they drew down the Fanrainian flag, showing no respect or courtesy for it, before putting the Falkasian flag upon the pole. It was raised slowly to capture an emotional effect, although it was liekly in an attempt to show the Fanrainian people that order had come finally. It took a little over a minutes for the flag to reach the top, but once it did, everything was eeriely silent. The soldiers stood in their ranks, gazing upon their country's flag. The people who lined the streets looked upon it in awe and wonder, some even hanging their heads. And yet, it was all usurped by the sudden and instanteous clap of the jackboots as they were stamped down up the cobblestone plaza. The sound echoed across the city and reverberated off the walls of the buildings and into the ears of anyone near by. Then, in an instant, a single applause erupted from the crowd, followed by another and another until the whole congregation was clapping and showing their respect for the Falkasian conquerers. It was now official, Fanrai had been conquered.
Off in the distance, a clock struck 9 o'clock as the Falkasian forces rounded a corner and came into view of the central plaza and what remained of the main Fanrainian government building. It was barely recognizable now, due to the severe damage it had recieved as a result of the single Falkasian boming raid. Most of the building's once beautiful and well-kept marble columns and walls now laid in pieces on the dirt and ash covered ground, shattered by the ravages of war. The same could be said for the once majestic dome that sat atop the building, now having fallen through to the floor below. If it hadn't been for the immense crowd of people along the side of the road cheering them on, many would have pitied the destruction of such a beautiful building.
The glossy jackboots of the soldiers clicked as they continued to advance down the cobblestone street in near perfectly formed formations, turning the last half-turn until the central plaza. The regiments then began to file in, stopping themselves immediately next to one another until a legion had been formed, 100,000 black-clad men strong. Then, a single squad of soldiers stepped out of formation and approached the center of the plaza where a flag pole stood. Slowly, they drew down the Fanrainian flag, showing no respect or courtesy for it, before putting the Falkasian flag upon the pole. It was raised slowly to capture an emotional effect, although it was liekly in an attempt to show the Fanrainian people that order had come finally. It took a little over a minutes for the flag to reach the top, but once it did, everything was eeriely silent. The soldiers stood in their ranks, gazing upon their country's flag. The people who lined the streets looked upon it in awe and wonder, some even hanging their heads. And yet, it was all usurped by the sudden and instanteous clap of the jackboots as they were stamped down up the cobblestone plaza. The sound echoed across the city and reverberated off the walls of the buildings and into the ears of anyone near by. Then, in an instant, a single applause erupted from the crowd, followed by another and another until the whole congregation was clapping and showing their respect for the Falkasian conquerers. It was now official, Fanrai had been conquered.