18-12-2024, 07:35 PM
Emperor Bunjamín Naval Station, Brakav Free Democratic Republic, Trigunia, 2 March 5587, 12:21
With a sigh he hit the save button on yet another file. He did not mind the easy promotions he had gotten due to his background as the son of the Emperor but the more men you lead, the more time you spend behind a desk. As a battalion commander, he was now a Lieutenant Colonel, he had six-hundred marines underneath his direct command. The entire compliment of amphibious infantry the II. Vlótzgrsho carried. Luckily the job came with many other officers that suffered the same desk curse as himself. Just as he was about to open the next file for review a naval officer stepped into his office. "Sir, the Captain has requested to see you as soon as possible." He gave the man a nod. The urgency was odd, the Captain was a laid-back man and not prone to rushing people.
When he entered the office of Captain Mitokai he saw the uneasy look on his face. "Captain?" He asked, slightly hesitating. "Close the door." Is all he responded, so he obliged. "It's not good, Wrntukai, not good at all." The Captain was one of the few people outside his family that spoke to him on a first name basis, usually only during private dinners, never during 'business hours' as they called serving together. "It pains me I have to bring you this news, but there is more, so forgive me as I tell it all quite rapidly." He could feel his heart sink, his instincts knew it was about his father. "The Emperor suffered a stroke this morning, doctors were on the scene only minutes later but.. there was nothing they could do." His loving father had died. Recently they had not talked as much as before, but it was clear his father wasn't doing too great for a few years now. Still, this came as a shock to him. "And the other news, Juhn?" Anger flashed in Captain Mitokai's eyes as he spoke the next word, he almost spat them out. "They are trying to steal your throne, to make you a pawn in their game. That snake Amrun apparently had a plan up his sleeve to use your absence and the Emperor's incapacitation to declare war on Zardugal. The Prefect, I'm not sure what his plan is.. but he declared martial law and a state of emergency. The RSB and the Armed Forces are about to go to war, Wrntukai." He clenched his fist. "I must return to Wrnuke." The Captain smiled at that statement. "As your father has passed, you are by all rights now King of Wrnuke and Emperor of the Jelbic Peoples - give the command, my liege." Only then did the reality of the situation hit him. "Signal the fleet, we depart as soon as we can."
With a sigh he hit the save button on yet another file. He did not mind the easy promotions he had gotten due to his background as the son of the Emperor but the more men you lead, the more time you spend behind a desk. As a battalion commander, he was now a Lieutenant Colonel, he had six-hundred marines underneath his direct command. The entire compliment of amphibious infantry the II. Vlótzgrsho carried. Luckily the job came with many other officers that suffered the same desk curse as himself. Just as he was about to open the next file for review a naval officer stepped into his office. "Sir, the Captain has requested to see you as soon as possible." He gave the man a nod. The urgency was odd, the Captain was a laid-back man and not prone to rushing people.
When he entered the office of Captain Mitokai he saw the uneasy look on his face. "Captain?" He asked, slightly hesitating. "Close the door." Is all he responded, so he obliged. "It's not good, Wrntukai, not good at all." The Captain was one of the few people outside his family that spoke to him on a first name basis, usually only during private dinners, never during 'business hours' as they called serving together. "It pains me I have to bring you this news, but there is more, so forgive me as I tell it all quite rapidly." He could feel his heart sink, his instincts knew it was about his father. "The Emperor suffered a stroke this morning, doctors were on the scene only minutes later but.. there was nothing they could do." His loving father had died. Recently they had not talked as much as before, but it was clear his father wasn't doing too great for a few years now. Still, this came as a shock to him. "And the other news, Juhn?" Anger flashed in Captain Mitokai's eyes as he spoke the next word, he almost spat them out. "They are trying to steal your throne, to make you a pawn in their game. That snake Amrun apparently had a plan up his sleeve to use your absence and the Emperor's incapacitation to declare war on Zardugal. The Prefect, I'm not sure what his plan is.. but he declared martial law and a state of emergency. The RSB and the Armed Forces are about to go to war, Wrntukai." He clenched his fist. "I must return to Wrnuke." The Captain smiled at that statement. "As your father has passed, you are by all rights now King of Wrnuke and Emperor of the Jelbic Peoples - give the command, my liege." Only then did the reality of the situation hit him. "Signal the fleet, we depart as soon as we can."