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Imperial Soldier's Mafia
In a calm, yet nerved, camp, the 42nd soldiers look at each other suspiciously.
Are there really no deserters? Was it all just a rumor? Or have the deserters been very clever?
There was a large silence in the camps of the Grand Army of the Blue Coats.
Morale was extremely low and command missing. The silence, however, was soon broken.
Along with the intermediate pace of the creek flow, a low rumble could be heard.
Confused, the soldiers turned to look of the source of the rumbling...
The Royal Army was attacking the camps! They've been found and the Red Coats took the initiative!
Surely, in their fortified camps, they would hold off the attack, but the guards appear to be missing, though a couple dead bodies just noticed are found.
"To arms, men! To arms! Get your muskets and form up your line!"
But only half the men pick up their muskets, two being the drummer and flag bearer!
"Ah! You no good deserters! Men! Men! Hold your ground!"
"Ready, aim...!"
But before they could get a shot off, the rushing Red Coats were the first to fire.
The men were out numbered and shot down.
It was a disaster.
Even the flag bearer was not spared, dropping the flag into the mud to be trampled upon.
The captain did not fare any better, getting shot in the face.
Private Entaine, who was confused whether to desert or not, finally decided to help her honoured comrades.
But it was in vain.
Private Shadón, recently returned from the infirmary, decides to go to his tent for a nice sausage.
But his in-tent stove proves deadly.
Running toward the bridge, the deserters are free to run home.
Private Cartelle, Private Aellot, and Provost Guard Dalese.
Private Reutal, Sergeant Hemphill, Private Malne, and Private Yellman.
But their fortunes had run dry, as a regiment of the Royal Army Cavalry head straight toward them!
They were no match for cavalrymen, who struck them down one by one.
Sergeant Stanely Hemphil.
Private Rick Aellot.
Provost Guard Mason Dalese.
Private Bill Cartelle
Private David Reutal.
"Rawr! You can't kill me! We are dragon brothers!"
The cavalry captain was not amused.
Private Malne manages to shoot one down and continue running.
Private Samuel Yellman
One misses Private Yellman and hits her shako.
"Hey! You wouldn't kill a lady, would you!?"
Apparently, yes.
Private Quinn Malne.
Private Malne finds himself cornered.
Inevitably killed.
But what's this? Someone is viewing the carnage with some field glasses!
"What a shame."
"Even faced with all the true facts, the honoured became paranoid and halted their advances.
The deserters, being so clever, took advantage of this and pushed them down to a broken army.
Spies and letters were all that were necessary for a quick end to the pain."
"Perhaps now there will be peace."
Confused and paranoid, the honoured never convicted a single deserter. Nor was one ever killed.
Here they lay, dead, and with the army in ruins and a lost war.
Scheming and with the same sound plan, the deserters successfully knocked the honoured down like
dominoes. But in their misfortunes, they never got farther than the edge of their detested camp before
being hunted down by cavalrymen. At least they were killed with the dreams of home in their minds...
Thus was the debacle of the Grand Army of the Blue Coats, falling into ruins and leaving the Empire unprotected. Soon, it too fell under the rule of the Royal Army's Empire.
It was learned, though, that war is such a terrible thing, and rightly so, or else we would grow too fond of it.
The End
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. A nice, exiting, tragic ending for an incredible show. This line gets me every time:
