Rifles lifted and fired as Geronimo commanded.
"They don't seem to be retreating sir."
Geronimo shook his head, "No, these Aztecs.... filfthy fanatics the whole lot."
"Better we should kill them all."
Geronimo glanced over at the aide, it was a chilling glance, which rendered the man's lips inoperable save for the sputtering, in a moment the General was upon him.
"They're a bunch of Fanatics, yes, but it's their right. They should not be forced to die for their beleifs, that's their choice not yours."
The frightened aide nodded, shivering.
Geronimo marched away, pointing behind him and speaking to his second, "Keep that man away from the women and children."
Geronimo glanced back with a sneer, "Filfthy fanatic."
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The Ironclad, a Hiawatha class and the first of it's kind, comanded the harbor, dominated every aspect of the water, from it's shmmering, dreamlike reflection to the glances of sunlight which ricocheted from it's polished cannon.
"Aye sir, ready to move out."
The Admiral nodded back, "Prepare the men."
The plan was a simple one, attack the Aztecs on a new front by dropping the UNA Cavalry to the south of the Baja penninsula, where the Ironclad presently shimmered.
"Do you think they can make it, sir?"
"It'll be a rough trip, but yes, they could."
"You know, with the Aztecs, we will have 20 Nations in the Union. Counting the recent applicant tribes from the north."
"Yes, but what does this Empire offer us? What do the Eskimos, their the bastards who want in now, right? offer us?"
"Harbors sir, naval bases in the north to keep the Russians and Japs out.."
The Admiral nodded, affirming that my dialouge in this piece is not fit to be posted, or even scrawled across a bathroom wall.
"It does suck, doesn't it sir."
"The Icy bases or the Dialouge, skip?"
"The Dialouge."
"Yes, sir, it makes me fear for the future of my nation when i see the leader writing such gibberish."
The Admiral nodded in reply, he realised that he had said his piece, everyone knew that there were new tribes joining to the north and that the Aztecs would receive a strike from the South. His job was done.
He spun on his heel and marched briskly back to the bridge.