Lokki242
Emperor
Naser al-Din looked over Tehran from the palace balcony. It was late evening, and red glow from the sun still lingered on the horizon. Lights were dotting the city from those still awake. Naser's father, Abdul, had once ruled this city. His father had done so much better in so many ways.
Naser had messed up. He should have carried on the legacy of his father, a man in fear of the ever growing Russian presence in the north. But Naser had dismissed this. War with Russia was inevitable, but it would not be for years. He would have plenty of time. Time he could spend worrying about the Sunni insurgency in and around Baghdad. How foolish Naser had been. The call had come in about the war's beginning, and the Shahansha had been caught totally off guard. However, he still had to honor his obligations and alliances. He responded to the news with one simple message.
"Then announce that the Shahdom is at war with Russia."
Naser pondered over all of this as he looked over the cityscape. His armies had been broken and nearly routed. The unfinished fortifications his father planned overrun. Betrayal by the Kazakhs, a state only existing due to Iranian generosity. The Suez closed, cutting off essential trade. It was all such a disaster. Naser al-Din II had failed his people. He would have to make it up to them.
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A few weeks earlier, Captain Ibed Darroush had been writing up the latest action report for his brigade stationed at a fort near Sharoud by the Kazakh border. It was simple, detailing the eradication of tribal insurgents unwanted by either nation. It concluded calmly and directly with,
"Complete victory. No survivors."
As he finished up the letter, he heard a gunshot. Within seconds, he heard dozens more. Drawing his British manufactured pistol, he rushed outside, just in time for an artillery barrage to come down on the walls. They collapsed easily, killing the men atop them. Seconds later, Kazakh calvalry rushed through the gap, firing their rifles, followed by Russian infantry.
Captain Darroush ran back inside the building, firing his pistol at the invaders as he went. He got inside just as another artillery barrage came down on their encampment, causing the walls to crumble and rubble to strike his head. Darroush immediately passed out.
When he awoke, he was alone in the rubble. Pulling himself out from the concrete, he saw that the enemy had left, and all of his men were dead. The nearest military outpost was a day's journey away. And he made that journey.
When he arrived, he was nearly accosted by the guards until he proved his rank. The Captain then demanded to see the commanding officer of the outpost, and he was obliged. Once in the commander's presence, he had one thing to say.
"Complete defeat. No survivors."
OOC: My first real hand at a NES story thing. Sorry if it sucked
Naser had messed up. He should have carried on the legacy of his father, a man in fear of the ever growing Russian presence in the north. But Naser had dismissed this. War with Russia was inevitable, but it would not be for years. He would have plenty of time. Time he could spend worrying about the Sunni insurgency in and around Baghdad. How foolish Naser had been. The call had come in about the war's beginning, and the Shahansha had been caught totally off guard. However, he still had to honor his obligations and alliances. He responded to the news with one simple message.
"Then announce that the Shahdom is at war with Russia."
Naser pondered over all of this as he looked over the cityscape. His armies had been broken and nearly routed. The unfinished fortifications his father planned overrun. Betrayal by the Kazakhs, a state only existing due to Iranian generosity. The Suez closed, cutting off essential trade. It was all such a disaster. Naser al-Din II had failed his people. He would have to make it up to them.
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A few weeks earlier, Captain Ibed Darroush had been writing up the latest action report for his brigade stationed at a fort near Sharoud by the Kazakh border. It was simple, detailing the eradication of tribal insurgents unwanted by either nation. It concluded calmly and directly with,
"Complete victory. No survivors."
As he finished up the letter, he heard a gunshot. Within seconds, he heard dozens more. Drawing his British manufactured pistol, he rushed outside, just in time for an artillery barrage to come down on the walls. They collapsed easily, killing the men atop them. Seconds later, Kazakh calvalry rushed through the gap, firing their rifles, followed by Russian infantry.
Captain Darroush ran back inside the building, firing his pistol at the invaders as he went. He got inside just as another artillery barrage came down on their encampment, causing the walls to crumble and rubble to strike his head. Darroush immediately passed out.
When he awoke, he was alone in the rubble. Pulling himself out from the concrete, he saw that the enemy had left, and all of his men were dead. The nearest military outpost was a day's journey away. And he made that journey.
When he arrived, he was nearly accosted by the guards until he proved his rank. The Captain then demanded to see the commanding officer of the outpost, and he was obliged. Once in the commander's presence, he had one thing to say.
"Complete defeat. No survivors."
OOC: My first real hand at a NES story thing. Sorry if it sucked