Dacyira: Age of Strife(IC)
Esamira, Capital city of New Dawn
Today finally came, today all of Esamira was in celebration, for today was Independence Day, Twenty Fives years after the Rebellions, Esamira has emerged as a Shining Beacon of Hope in this blood-stained Continent. From all across the country, millions gathered in the Capital City around in selected locations throughout as large screens were erected in public gathering zones. several squadrons of Sabres flew in delta formations and performed various air shows and stunts all over the upper parts of the city, and were met with booming cheers. From below, small military parades were held as the men and women of all branches marched around the streets, followed by columns of armored vehicles.
From within the Presidential Palace up high in the city, the recently elected President, Malcolm Barret, cleared his throat as he stood at attention as the camera crews surrounded him, he made last minute checks around his clothing, checking for any unsightly stains, he straightened his suit, brushed aside his cap, and nodded to the men, one of them counting down with his fingers."Three. Two. On. Go."
"My fellow Esamirans, on this day. it was a day of both Bloodshed, and Courage. on this day twenty five years ago, millions of lives were lost as the Rebellions begun. However, their sacrifice was not in vain. Although the struggle was great, the Old Empire's Shadow lingered no longer!" He paused for a brief moment. "When the smokes cleared, we began anew. A free nation was born, our nation. We have tasted Freedom for the first time. No longer were we slaves, no longer did we live in fear. One this day, our brave men and women were victorious! It is thanks to them, we honor them today, we honor those, both living and dead, for their sacrifice and service. We salute you, Gods bless you and us all." The Screens throughout the city flickered off as the Speech was done with. Festivities commenced all across the country.
"I'd say a job well done, Mister President." said the Prime Minister, Lawrence Reed, as he stepped forward while the camera crews cleared the room. "Quite the morale booster."
"Why of course, my friend." the President replied. "I do what I must, for my people. I fear however, this peace won't last forever..." He paused for a moment and sharked his head. "But enough about that, how is your family doing?"
"The Wife's rather disappointed with me, It was quite a tradition for us and the kids." He replied with a sigh. "Sir, if it's not too much..."
"Well, we all deserve a break, especially today." Malcolm said as he place his hand over her shoulder. "We've done Esamira a great service in her defense. "He paused as he turn to the balcony, walking over and viewing the festivities below. "Our part is done here I'd say. I'm sure they would love your company. Best hurry before you lose them." He didn't say a word afterwards, and simply nodded in agreement with a smile, turned and left with great haste. "Thanks, Malcolm." He said before leaving out the door.
Esamira, Western Border
All the country may seem collectively Joyous. However, it is quite different in the Border regions. The Esamiran Western borderlands pay witness to constant bandit raids, and the often rare occurrence of violence spilling over from the war-torn Dead Zone. Unlike the Valkurian DMZ, the Western Borderlands did not have massive fortification and bases stretching for miles, shielding civilians away from the horrors that were on the other side. Outposts, small garrisons and a single Military installation were all that stood between the locals, and their less then friendly neighbors.
The mood in the camp was much more calm and less disruptive then most cities. Then again, most soldiers posted in the Western border barely have time to relax for long periods. Small gatherings and parties were seen here and there, it wasn't on the scale as New Dawn however. There was a more pressing concern at the moment, as today was particularly loud over at the Dead Zone. One of the rival factions went to great lengths to strike the other that borders Esamira, this far off too. As per protocol, all personnel in the vicinity are to be combat ready in case they, nearby towns or Refugee Camps were to be caught in the crossfire.
"Attention!" An Officer shouted out to a Company of soldiers as they assembled into several rows of ten. From behind a Hunter slowly came to a halt, the roaring of it's engine dying down. A Natolian stepped out of the Passenger's side of the vehicle, both hands behind his back and stood next to the officer. "Ladies and Gents, as you may be aware, we're on high alert. The Dead Zone's in another nasty brawl, we're here to make sure they don't get us involved. Or get any ideas on making us a target." he paused a moment as he scanned each of the soldiers. "Have your gear ready within the hour. There's a possibility of a bloody fight in our hands, be it bandits or those crazies."