Republican Unionist states of Texas and OklahomaFriendship and Labor conquer all thingsJanuary 26th,1891Fort Grant James Faust and Hinkley Carlentspruger thought at what they had been through. they were now guests of the Superiorite garrison, Faust felt slightly guilty for the men that escorted the representatives that they would not be indulging on the fine foods and warm beds that the superiorite commander had presented them with. he had told some lucky slave to unpack his things a short while ago, but he hadn't heard back from him. as he walked upstairs to the bedroom, he noticed his bag missing.
"where are you je'off?" a banjo was played and Faust spun around to see the black slave playing a banjo to the cheer of a small crowd.
"I'is a moosican,bass."
"yes, that's wonderful,I'm happy that you have some hobbies, you can borrow the banjo for the night,but I expect you early in the morning."
"oh, thanks yas, bass, y'is mah savior."
"you're very welcome."
the skinny slave and the young ambassador embraced each other before the door creaked open, appearing a young man in a top hat, with a small red ribbon with a golden medal surrounding his body, the object drooping down lazily.
"am I interrupting something?"
Cartenlenspruger chuckled.
"no, we were just finishing it up, I'm letting this man borrow the banjo for the night."
"a negro? borrow a banjo? hell, he should've joined the army, he'd be great singing the yellow rose of Texas on the Louisianan front."
Hinkley nodded his head and the slave left.
"General, ah, what was it,it was a German name, Victor, Clausewitz,Scharts?"
"Schwarts, that's the name, what about him?"
"He says dinner's ready."
"let's meet this man then, he seemed friendly, don't you agree."
"a bit too friendly, I saw some of those superiors jump for their gun when they saw the slaves we had with us, I almost pulled out my colt."
the men laughed as they entered the area where the general was.
"ah, Ambassadors Faust and Carlentspruger,dinner's all prepared. come have a seat."
as the general extended out his hand, both men nodded and took seats at the table.
"what's for dinner, I trust it's Delicious?"
" the finest food this side of the Mississippi!"
"so I take it the other side of the Mississippi has even better food?"
the two ambassadors chuckled slightly as the plates of Superiorian dishes came out. Faust noticed several paintings on the walls of the building.
"my,my, such famous artworks,this reminds me of the paintings of our presidents in the white house,and congressional building. we've had our share of idiots to take the crown if you will, and to think Frost gets two balls by some maniac named richard."
"I hear he was in California." hinkley added.
"California? so he was the nut-job that ruined our chances of trade, damned idiot, I hope he died slowly."
"nope, he was shot by an execution squad."
"shit. well, no need to gloom on the past."
with that, both men took another spoonful of food.
"nice fortress,reminds me of an old Spanish mission I saw once, once."
"what happened to it again?"
"us Texan maniacs captured it, the damned louies wouldn't give up, and the catholic like commander was speaking latin before he stabbed himself."
"as long as that's in our hands, I don't givua damn."
with that, Hinkley reached over for more food.
Oklahoman-Missourian fort of Grand RiverFebruary 1st,1891General Louis Clark saluted the messenger boy as he entered among a mob of more fresh troops that had arrived. he felt slight pity for the boy, as he had been caught up in the Texan sweat and blood that this war was wrecking on the men. first the assault on Louisiana and now a potential assault on the superiorites, he wouldn't have it. he wanted the nation not to fuck itself over by attacking another area and potentially large superpower. the fort now had 3,567 total soldiers in the fortress, when it was designed for just 300 as a maximum. that was what get got for asking for more and more reinforcements, soon he'll be commanding an entire division's worth of men. he just needed 17,000 more idiots with the knowledge to shoot off guns and know how not to trip over his front two feet when they marched, and those men were,sadly, in short supply, as Texan troops were not known for their sharpness, and the Texan general was renowned in the art of stupidity. General Clark was not one of them, old general White might have been, but not this old tiger.
as the men filed into the fort, the mumbled hush of the crowds halted with a gunshot in the air.
"alright you maggots, thank you for volunteering for the Texan army, I am general Louis Clark, commander of the Grand River Fort Garrison. this place does not have the room, and I can't see all of you anyways,but I'm sure you're shit in fighting anyways."
a roar of laughter emanated over the crowd.
"now then, we are to expand our fortress with the following plans, two more forts are to be built to accommodate the extended men power, and, seeing that slaves would rather run to those bastard superiorans,it looks like you'll be doing the backbreaking labor! the blueprints shall be on the other side of the table, go nuts men! dismissed."
as grumbles and complaints began to filter out, General Clark merely pulled out a pipe and smoked it.
"we'll show those Superiorites who has the bigger fort... it'll be us, us! hahahaha!"
with a crackle of thunder adding to the men's frustrations, Clark lit a fire and got warm beside it.