Dar Kensytus
Chieftain
"Sir!," a young soldier came panting up to the operations tent and hastily saluted.
The veteran looked slowly up from maps strewn across a large table, "What is it now, Centurion?"
"Beg pardon, First Spear. Dispatch from command for you, sir."
With exaggerated difficulty, the Primus Pilus lifted himself up from his chair, "Give it here."
"Sir."
"This just arrived?"
"Three minutes ago by runner. From the Mand'alor, himself, addressed specifically to you, sir."
A moment passed.
"Summon the other Centurions."
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"Gentlemen, we have been ordered to drill along the Elven border. We are to display our organization and unified force to their people. In essence, we are to look shiny and strong. No aggressive action is to be taken in the slightest degree. Make it clear to your men that
any breach of that order will be severely punished. Standard marching will be the most prominent. The combat training will continue out of sight of the Elves. No sense giving any combat patterns away."
"On the contrary," he continued, "the men are to set themselves as examples of friendly neighbors. We, the warriors of Mandalore, will behave like upstanding folk to these foreigners, despite being in the field. As the Elves come to watch us march, we will hand out carved
toys to the children, wink at the pretty girls, and exchange polite waves with the men."
The First Spear shorty finished relaying the message he had recieved. "...these orders are adamant. Questions?"
"Sir?" Prodded the newest Centurion.
"Go ahead."
He cleared his throat, "What of the expansion? Is there news from the other fronts?"
"There is. The beastmen in the south have joined us; they have been equipped with arms and joined our ranks with fervor. All fronts have expanded ahead of schedule. Our people continue to gain ground on this world. Currently, the clan leaders are focused on advancement in every way. We will push ahead to greatness as one."
The veteran looked slowly up from maps strewn across a large table, "What is it now, Centurion?"
"Beg pardon, First Spear. Dispatch from command for you, sir."
With exaggerated difficulty, the Primus Pilus lifted himself up from his chair, "Give it here."
"Sir."
"This just arrived?"
"Three minutes ago by runner. From the Mand'alor, himself, addressed specifically to you, sir."
A moment passed.
"Summon the other Centurions."
****
"Gentlemen, we have been ordered to drill along the Elven border. We are to display our organization and unified force to their people. In essence, we are to look shiny and strong. No aggressive action is to be taken in the slightest degree. Make it clear to your men that
any breach of that order will be severely punished. Standard marching will be the most prominent. The combat training will continue out of sight of the Elves. No sense giving any combat patterns away."
"On the contrary," he continued, "the men are to set themselves as examples of friendly neighbors. We, the warriors of Mandalore, will behave like upstanding folk to these foreigners, despite being in the field. As the Elves come to watch us march, we will hand out carved
toys to the children, wink at the pretty girls, and exchange polite waves with the men."
The First Spear shorty finished relaying the message he had recieved. "...these orders are adamant. Questions?"
"Sir?" Prodded the newest Centurion.
"Go ahead."
He cleared his throat, "What of the expansion? Is there news from the other fronts?"
"There is. The beastmen in the south have joined us; they have been equipped with arms and joined our ranks with fervor. All fronts have expanded ahead of schedule. Our people continue to gain ground on this world. Currently, the clan leaders are focused on advancement in every way. We will push ahead to greatness as one."