Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 12:36 pm
Appalachian Redoubt
After experiencing the brutal and humiliating defeat of the German Invasion Foley and the Columbian High Command knew that, no matter how much funds and focus was put on bringing Columbian military tech to make a Columbian soldier be able to, theoretically, go toe-to-toe with a German soldier, they were no match in a head on fight. Rather, they figured, they would have to put focus on two things: Superweapons meant to wipe out armies in one or two attacks and well fortified positions for troops and commanders to retreat to and organize resistance. That was what the Appalachian Redoubt was. It was a place where resistance could be coordinated and a government could be set up should worse come to be.
The convoy drove up the winding mountain road and soon they were at what appeared to be a camouflaged entryway. Up close, of course, the camouflage didn't seem all that effective. Then again a blizzard wasn't happening and they knew exactly where to go. The armored car hatch was opened and, one by one, the Columbains and their Capilean ally filed out of the armor car. Other guards and staff were doing the same and soon the massive number of people entered. They went down a fair ways in the dark and, thankfully, no twists or turns were needed. They then found themselves in a rather plain room. Titus held his hand up, signaling everyone to stop. He then approached a door of sorts and spoke to it:
"Remember New York."
"Password accepted."
The door slide up revealing a metal staircase. Titus gestured for everyone to follow him and soon they found a heavy and thick blast door. Titus headed to they key pad on the side and entered a code. The blast door slide up and revealed a long grey hallway lined with chairs and paintings on the sides of it.
"We'll be staying here for a while," He said to the Capiliean Colonel-General "so I hope you don't mind a lack of creature comforts."
Unknown Location
Foley beamed at the sight of Hans, accidentally revealing his razor sharp teeth.
"HANS!" His voice boomed in a very happy sounding roar "It's good to see you again old friend!"
He then noticed Hans demanding to know "What sort of elaborate prank is this?". Foley frowned slightly.
"This isn't a prank, Hans," Foley replied, sounding slightly bitter "and I'm surprised by your reaction. I'm assuming that bastard Gladium didn't boast about me to you? The 'Eternal High King Foley'? I'll be surprised if he didn't."
Philadelphia
The door slowly creaked open as light slowly began to fill the room. Hancock strode down the aisle leading to the altar. He had seen the World Federation's broadcast. He knew he needed help from the divine if he wished to withstand them. He got to the altar, knelt before it, clasped his hands together, and began to pray.
"Father... I pray that you can hear me. We are in dark times and... Right now I need guidance. I pray that you can lend me your courage, so that I may face our foes with not a hint of fear. I pray you can lend me your wisdom, so that I may govern this great land effectively should we win. I pray you can offer me these things, Father, for we need them more than ever. Amen"
He then got to his feet and sighed with relief. If the Father was listening, he knew he would be able to win. As he turned to leave he couldn't help but mentally congratulate the sculpture of the statue that was behind the alter. They got Father Washington's likeness quite well.
Royal Palace
Juvon Infernos wasn't enjoying his time in Columbia.
For one Paul was missing and presumed dead. For another he and Abigale weren't married and for the ultimate reason Titus, the eldest son and heir who hated Draconids, was made High King.
The cramped, though luxurious, room didn't help. Nor was his requirement to wear clothing helping much. Really, now, did they find their forms THAT disgusting?
He was sitting on the bed, reading one of the palace'a books, when he heard a knock on his door. Laundry, apparently.
He got up, stretched his long red scaled legs, and crossed the room in three strides, he opened the door and bent low to see E two men.
"Can I help you?" The young Draconid asked.
After experiencing the brutal and humiliating defeat of the German Invasion Foley and the Columbian High Command knew that, no matter how much funds and focus was put on bringing Columbian military tech to make a Columbian soldier be able to, theoretically, go toe-to-toe with a German soldier, they were no match in a head on fight. Rather, they figured, they would have to put focus on two things: Superweapons meant to wipe out armies in one or two attacks and well fortified positions for troops and commanders to retreat to and organize resistance. That was what the Appalachian Redoubt was. It was a place where resistance could be coordinated and a government could be set up should worse come to be.
The convoy drove up the winding mountain road and soon they were at what appeared to be a camouflaged entryway. Up close, of course, the camouflage didn't seem all that effective. Then again a blizzard wasn't happening and they knew exactly where to go. The armored car hatch was opened and, one by one, the Columbains and their Capilean ally filed out of the armor car. Other guards and staff were doing the same and soon the massive number of people entered. They went down a fair ways in the dark and, thankfully, no twists or turns were needed. They then found themselves in a rather plain room. Titus held his hand up, signaling everyone to stop. He then approached a door of sorts and spoke to it:
"Remember New York."
"Password accepted."
The door slide up revealing a metal staircase. Titus gestured for everyone to follow him and soon they found a heavy and thick blast door. Titus headed to they key pad on the side and entered a code. The blast door slide up and revealed a long grey hallway lined with chairs and paintings on the sides of it.
"We'll be staying here for a while," He said to the Capiliean Colonel-General "so I hope you don't mind a lack of creature comforts."
Unknown Location
Foley beamed at the sight of Hans, accidentally revealing his razor sharp teeth.
"HANS!" His voice boomed in a very happy sounding roar "It's good to see you again old friend!"
He then noticed Hans demanding to know "What sort of elaborate prank is this?". Foley frowned slightly.
"This isn't a prank, Hans," Foley replied, sounding slightly bitter "and I'm surprised by your reaction. I'm assuming that bastard Gladium didn't boast about me to you? The 'Eternal High King Foley'? I'll be surprised if he didn't."
Philadelphia
The door slowly creaked open as light slowly began to fill the room. Hancock strode down the aisle leading to the altar. He had seen the World Federation's broadcast. He knew he needed help from the divine if he wished to withstand them. He got to the altar, knelt before it, clasped his hands together, and began to pray.
"Father... I pray that you can hear me. We are in dark times and... Right now I need guidance. I pray that you can lend me your courage, so that I may face our foes with not a hint of fear. I pray you can lend me your wisdom, so that I may govern this great land effectively should we win. I pray you can offer me these things, Father, for we need them more than ever. Amen"
He then got to his feet and sighed with relief. If the Father was listening, he knew he would be able to win. As he turned to leave he couldn't help but mentally congratulate the sculpture of the statue that was behind the alter. They got Father Washington's likeness quite well.
Royal Palace
Juvon Infernos wasn't enjoying his time in Columbia.
For one Paul was missing and presumed dead. For another he and Abigale weren't married and for the ultimate reason Titus, the eldest son and heir who hated Draconids, was made High King.
The cramped, though luxurious, room didn't help. Nor was his requirement to wear clothing helping much. Really, now, did they find their forms THAT disgusting?
He was sitting on the bed, reading one of the palace'a books, when he heard a knock on his door. Laundry, apparently.
He got up, stretched his long red scaled legs, and crossed the room in three strides, he opened the door and bent low to see E two men.
"Can I help you?" The young Draconid asked.