Silvus, Winst
September, 8th 2019
Dies Irae
September, 8th 2019
Dies Irae
Silence permeated the windowless room as Michelle Tourne looked over the room. Inside there were various men and women clearly divided between suits and uniforms. The head of the table remained empty a sign of respect to the President of Lafida Marcomer, who sat across the table from Tourne. President Ferarra’s eyes were resolute, filled with passionate rage, a feeling that was shared across nearly all of the Parthonopians in the room. The plan they had just shared would take the brinksmanship that Parthonopia and Winst had been playing at to a new extreme.
“What you are calling for is an invasion M. President” Adrianne Lee said cutting into the silence.
“Si” Ferrara’s High General Feliciano Leoni remarked succinctly.
“No, Madame Secretary” Giovani Leoni said glaring at his brother, “We are simply requesting a joint training in Marcomer. There is nothing to invade it is our land.”
“Call it what it is Giovani, we are not swaying the public here.” Feliciano retorted.
Ferrara waved down the bickering Brothers. “Call it what you want, it is time to go on the offensive. We must show the Marcomer people we have not abandoned them, broadcasting propaganda and establishing loyalist cells is all fine and noble work but we need to take action the people will grow complacent if we do not act. I fear if we do nothing the remaining Marcomer Guard will abandon the cause. They are desperately needed to keep up the defense, that is unless you are willing to commit more infantry.”
Tourne turned towards her Secretary of Defense “Marissa would that be possible?”
“Madame Populos, such a thing would be impractical at this time. Our infantry is stretched thin as is. I must concur with M. President we cannot lose the Marcomer Guard.”
Silence returned to the room once more as all eyes turned towards the Populos. Michelle let out a sigh looking up at the crowd of people.
“Make it so”
Port Lafida, Lafida-Marcomer
6am September, 12th 2019
Lafida had been in a rush of activity for the last few days as Wintonian Ships gathered dropping supplies and troops. The sound of jets passing overhead had long since become commonplace for the residence of Lafida, however, the number of planes in the air had been increasing. Rumors swirled that the force was being gathered potentially for a massive assault on Ancona and or various other locations along the coast as people claimed to have spotted amphibious vehicles offshore. Several false starts and other maneuvers had thrown basically everyone off guard unable to figure out what exactly was going on.
Captain Carlo Alessandri hadn’t known what the plan was until 2 hours ago when he got orders to move Bravo Company to the border. Alessandri had been a ghastly shade of pale ever since receiving his orders.
“This is Bravo Company we are in position over.” Alessandri radioed to command
“Roger that Bravo Company coordinating with Air Command be on standby.”
“Air Command is prepared, the tank detachment is primed, you are clear to cross the border.”