madtemplar0
The Prosecutor
Adriaan Vlok was not having a good day.
It had taken him spare change past five years to move the better part of one million South Africans to India. Everything had been taken, from a daughter's doll to a mother's masquera. Ten percent of the population of a nation- along with a few select Africans- had been shipped to a new, hostile continent with barely a hitch. He was a hero; that was the only explanation for the statue raised in a square not a mile from his office. So why couldn't his heroism complete a simpler task?
Five years to bring a nation's worth of people and their belongings to a new land. Five years to conquer a coastline the size of their previous home. A little over a year of consolidating that claim. So why, for the love of Christ, couldn't he make his men march?
It was taking his men longer to take less land, from a solid base, then it was when they had to fight as marines! They now had a new underclass, new industry, wives who were not trapped across a sea but rather a few poor miles from hostile bullets! Why wouldn't they capture objectives?
It was time for change. Looking down at his desk, Vlok reassured himself that his plans were solid. He would take more land after this expedition then they had in the previous near-decade. And they would do it quickly.
He let himself smile.
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Just a little friendly nudge. Its been nearly a week! Take it as a compliment that I wait for an update, rather than sit in apathy
It had taken him spare change past five years to move the better part of one million South Africans to India. Everything had been taken, from a daughter's doll to a mother's masquera. Ten percent of the population of a nation- along with a few select Africans- had been shipped to a new, hostile continent with barely a hitch. He was a hero; that was the only explanation for the statue raised in a square not a mile from his office. So why couldn't his heroism complete a simpler task?
Five years to bring a nation's worth of people and their belongings to a new land. Five years to conquer a coastline the size of their previous home. A little over a year of consolidating that claim. So why, for the love of Christ, couldn't he make his men march?
It was taking his men longer to take less land, from a solid base, then it was when they had to fight as marines! They now had a new underclass, new industry, wives who were not trapped across a sea but rather a few poor miles from hostile bullets! Why wouldn't they capture objectives?
It was time for change. Looking down at his desk, Vlok reassured himself that his plans were solid. He would take more land after this expedition then they had in the previous near-decade. And they would do it quickly.
He let himself smile.
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Just a little friendly nudge. Its been nearly a week! Take it as a compliment that I wait for an update, rather than sit in apathy
