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Lamarstus, Capitol of Brusaleye
Overlooking the sprawling metropolis that made up the mighty capitol of Brusaleye, sat the Lord General, President Sydney LaChance. It would've been a simple scene, the President of such a nation sitting openly upon a balcony however the immense presence of military guards snapped those ideal thoughts back to reality. "What beauty." Sydney said while slowly raising his cup towards his mouth. Just as the brim gently touched his bottom lip, his little finger raised.
"Oh Sydney.." came a feminine voice from down the halls. With a gentle creak, massive doors opened into the room that Sydney was residing. A crimson haired woman dressed in a flowing pink gown moved in wearing a pretentious smile. Her beauty was far beyond the grasp of a man such as he without the excessive titled. Her body swayed gently through the room before she arrived at His majesty, Sydney.
"Yes Lucia?" he said, seemingly uninterested.
Her annoyance at being ignored was hidden behind the snow white smile and fair skin. She gently brushed aside her flowing crimson hair to reveal striking blue eyes. With a simple flutter of her faces most powerful weapons, Sydney was brought to attention.
"Sydney." She said, but was cut off by Sydney raising his right hand. "Sorry, Lord Sydney, Anyway. So I have a present for you." She said, showing a gentle smirk across pale pink lips.
"Oh?" he said with a piqued brow.
She smiled once more and grasped one of the two chairs at his table. She slowly dragged it over, doing her best to make no noise in the process. After she placed the chair next to Sydney, she gently sat down into a feminine pose. "I have a surprise."
He ran his right hand through his hair while setting his cup upon the table. "I cannot wait to see what this surprise is."
She placed her hand on his upper thigh and began strumming her fingers. His eyes opened wide and a smile crossed his mouth. "Oh, I thought you had enough this morning." Sydney said softly.
Lucia leaned in and spoke into his ear. "I'm always ready for more. But I want a favor of you."
Sydney closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "Ok, what do you want from me?"
"Oh.. this and that. You know that man who gave me that dirty look last wekk?"
Sydney rolled his eyes, "Yes Lucia.. I know who you are talking about."
"Do you now. I had some agents follow him. Turns out he is a Sadarhideem."
Sydney's annoyance turned to concern. These Sadarhideem's have been an insurgent group from the southwest for a time now. Many of them have passed his judgement throne, all condemned to die. Strange though, one so close to home. "Alright, if you're sure-" She cut him off and gave a gentle nod.
"Alright, Let General Abrodgee know where." he said gruffly.
She smirked and leaned back, "What of the village he went to?"
Sydney gave a smug look and spoke firmly. "Let it be known that to harbor warmongers, is to die."
A few hours later...
Sydney's heavy boots clambered down the hallways of the nations palace. There were people all around, bowing before him at every opportunity. He paid this no mind as he held his head high while walking through the crowd. As he entered the ever growing majesty of the palace, he could only show anxiety at the events to come. A new law, a new position.. new rules and a step into the new world, a senate.
His entry to the newly built senatorial chamber was intense. Color guards and soldiers marching as elaborately as possible marked his lordships arrival. All at once, the dwellers stood up and bowed before the Lord General, Sydney. To his left was a movie reel camera, the first time one had been used on an occasion such as this. His brazen steps and gentle beating drum in the back portrayed a man of elegance and honor, strength and temperance.
"All hail Lord Sydney!" they cried out before standing at attention, all were dressed in their best dress, ironed pants, straightened and perfectly tucked shirts. "Tools.. all of them." Sydney said under his breath. His disgust with this new proceedure was masked with a winning smile and graceful, welcoming posture.
As Sydney sat upon the throne at the head of the room, he motioned his hands down and on cue the entire room took their seats. "Let it be recorded that this first session of the nations senate has begun. This is a position of respect and privilege for the local leaders of this glorious nation." He took a deep breath, "There will be no disrespect from I, nor my new senators, towards each other or the nation. We are not here to argue politics or my policies but rather address the nations issues as a community, a family."
When Sydney said family, that single word, the whole room burst into cheer. The false sense of equality was further exemplified by Sydney's creation of a for the people, by the people election system to voice their concerns. This was by far, the most boring event he had ever sat through. Listening to people compliment and complain, offer ideas and solutions. It was almost as if the civil part of his job was done and settled. Perhaps his fathers written, yet not executed ideas had paid off. This would surely make him even more popular. The living god that let his people speak.
Surely make him more popular. Khorra Airfield, southern Brusaleye
"alright, now ease up on the throttle." Said a gruff voice over the radio. It was hard to hear him over the loud engine roaring in front of him.
"Ok, now, pull back on the stick. Push that lady high into the sky!" The voice said again.
Outside, the glare from the canopy was dimmed slightly by tinted glasses. They were snug, as well as his planes seat harness. There for protection they say, a faulty ejection system first of its kind! And such a failed concept.
It didn't matter, this plane was a Garret A-f47 Corsair, one of two fixed wing predators that could keep up with the mighty Saber Tilt rotor.
After buzzing over the airfield, two planes landed. As their craft slowly rolled up to the hangar, two corsairs buzzed them. "Man, I'm so happy to be here!" A young voice said. As the two departed their craft, the opened canopy's revealed a young man with bright blond hair and a large man with plain short brown hair.
"Nice flying 'ace'. I figure before long you'll be as good as Brooke."
"I hope so." He said enthusiastically, but in his head all he could think of was Brooke's fair face.
The young man's dream was quick to pass as the base commander called them to the base of an overlooking tower.
"Alright airmen, we just got word from the top. Got an order for an attack on those bastard terrorists. We must be quick yet thorough, precise yet merciless."
The two men gave a salute and turned towards the hangar. The gruff man smiled and placed his hand upon the young mans shoulder, "First strike eh? Should be easy. Just some foreign pricks."
Within twenty minutes, the two joined up with the two fighters from earlier. On they went to blindly carry out the will of men they would never meet.
