Popcornlord
Steampunk Mechanic
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I'm not accusing you, Matt is. I believed (as I have said before) that this war was invetible. So you're Ok. 



EDIT: PM's sent.

General Ro Chiphal looked out upon Soldira, towards the distant skyline of the Imperial City. He sighed, watching the massive offensive form afar, and he could no nothing, even after all the Anarchists did for them.
"Why can't humans see reason...it truly is a pitty." he said softly to himself. Suddenly, a large mushroom cloud rose over where the Imperial City should have been. He shook his head slowly.
"Intra-species conflict taken to such extremes. What fools God made of humans." he said, ending with a long sigh.
"General, we've lost contact with the Imperial City."
"As expected Lieutenant."
"Also, sir, the war room is preped for the conference you asked for."
"Very good. Thank you Lieutenant."
Chiphal walked out of the observatory bridge, and into the war room, leaving the Lieutenant to watch the lands. Set up in the room was a round table, seating two, and holding up three monitors, with commanders from abroad. Chiphal sat down.
"Greetings gentlemen. We are here to discuss the situation our unit, the Sciuridaen Expeditionary Force, is in. Present we have Col. Penklip of Base Defenses, Lt.Col. Vilgant of the 9th Air Wing, and from the field and back home, Lt.Col. Hoblop of the 7th Mechanized Brigade, Col. Fugip of the 12th Armored Division, and Gen. Genzo-Wim of the Sciuridaen Home Army." All them men nodded and greeted the others, and from Fugip's monitor came a soft boom and some static. Chiphal cleared his throat.
"Lets get this meeting underway, shall we?"
And Merry Christmas!
