SALDHOR SQUARE, RACHUTCHIL, CHUCHING
It seemed to be another, average day in Rachutchil. Soldiers marched through the streets, met with salutes from all angles. Dissenters were brought to the Iron Stage1 to be burned alive, hanged, drowned, and otherwise executed in a variety of gruesome but entertaining ways. The well-off elite bustled through the square, occasionally stopping to watch the executions or ubiquitous television screens, broadcasting propaganda to increase the reputation of the government, Arch-Generalissimo Chutch, or DEAREST LEADER.
But suddenly, the National Seal of Chuching simultaneously appeared on each and every television screen, accompanied with the beating of drums meant to notify the masses of a top-priority broadcast. The crowds solidified, transforming from an ocean of bodies to a landmass in the blink of the eye(Rooftop help ensure that people actually watch the top-priority broadcast). The face of Romanus Chutch, the intimidating but charismatic leader of Chuching, appeared, sending waves of whispers throughout the crowd. He began to give a speech:
"The filthy plague of democracy has advanced. The Dominion of the Supreme Authority, a once-prosperous, orderly nation, has nearly succumbed to the plague's far-reaching influence. Unsurprisingly, imperialist democracies have began to mobilize their corrupt forces, feebly attempting to overthrow order in favor of the installation of their anarchic regime, under which rapists and murderers would commit their unspeakable crimes without throttle. Siege upon the Citadel, the glorious capital of the Supreme Authority, is imminent. With every footstep the democratic soldiers take, the mud grimaces in disgust!
But have no fear, for order shall prevail!"
As Arch-Generalissimo Chutch paused for effect, the streets were filled with whispers of what lay ahead. But as Chutch cleared his throat in preparation to continue his speech, the silence of anticipation fell upon the square.
"Democracy cannot expect its transgressions to go unchallenged. Allies of Supreme Authority have heroically stood up to repel the barbarian hordes of freedom, but the sheer size of the democratic soldier-mobs signal looming defeat. For far too long, our forces have remained dormant, satisfied to simply enlarge! But what is a strong defense if never used?
Worthless!
The only option is battle. As I speak, plans to aid Supreme Authority's gallant struggle are being drawn up by the nation's top minds. We shall kill every last democratic soldier with the temerity to step foot in Supreme Authority, a beautiful, sovereign land! The blood of democracies shall flow in great oceans, which remain to remind the anarchists of the consequences of their sin. Sound the drums of battle, for it shall come!!!"
With that, the pressure stored in the silent square exploded in cheering. Shouts of the likes of "Death to democracy!" and "Long live The Overseer! Long live our Arch-Generalissimo! Long live DEAREST LEADER!" filled the air. While the crowds no longer had an obligation to do so, they stood motionless nevertheless. War was in the air.
LURNKI SKYPORT2, LURNKI, CHUCHING
Sirens filled the air. Having been briefed days earlier, each and every soldier knew where he had to be. The thunderous sound of synchronized running arose as columns of the fighters sprinted to their designated transports. There was no time for formality; the democratic forces were bound to reach the Citadel any minute. If the Chuchingian soldiers were to see action, they had to act fast. Minutes later, the departures began. Legions of military transports flew through the sky, bound for Supreme Authority. If there was time, landings would be made and artillery vehicles such as the notorious C-24 "B'tur" tanks would be deployed; if not, squadrons of paratroopers would drop from above to give the larger planes time to land. For now, thousands of troops took off from this base alone, with each and every major military stronghold in Chuching repeating the same pattern. If all went to plan, close to a million soldiers would be deployed within five days.
CHUCHINGIAN INTERNATIONAL COMMUNICATIONS HEADQUARTERS
The DRLDR-class computers in charge of encoding message roared to life. Employees inputted messages to be transmitted to various sources, mainly the Supreme Authority government. Many a request to land troops at airports, advance notices of soldiers positions, and the like was dispatched.
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From: Arch-Generalissimo Romanus Chutch, Chuching
To: O-1, Overseer, Supreme Authority
Fellow Dictator O-1,
We are aware of your conflict with petty democratic rebels. I admire your decades of stability, but acknowledge that even the strongest regimes could fall victim to democracy under extreme circumstances. As of now, hundreds of military transports have taken off, ready to airdrop troops to aid with your struggle. Expect about 25,000 Chuchingian troops within the hour, with more to come over the next few days. I look forward to my soldiers stepping into Supreme Authority. I look forward to the valiant resistance against democratic foes. I look forward to filming propaganda videos about the ensuing conflict. On behalf of the Chuchingian people, I wish you luck.
- Arch-Generalissimo Romanus Chutch
1. Located at the center of Saldhor Square, this platform doubles as a platform to give speeches and execute treasonous swine.
2. Lurnki is a coastal city and site of a prominent military base.