A Prince's Duty & A Bloodbrother's Loyalty

[Titus]

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The sharp sounds of battle molest your ears, the screams of pain and the shouts of victory vibrate throughout the large grasslands of Hora as the men and women of either city-state stand strong on opposing sides of a war-torn landscape with the bodies of both sides littering the ground beneath them. The high pitch sounds of saber upon saber echo through out as well as gunfire overhead, with orders being shouted from the back lines on one side and the other being lead head first by their leader, a young looking man with a posture of one born into such a position. After some time of battle, it would seem that there was a stand still and for a moment everything seemed to sit still and peace tasted ever so bitter upon the young prince's tongue. Without warning, the sound of an incoming message rang loudly upon the man's communicator and after listening, he gave a single command and within seconds, they retreated and soon after the enemy followed suit. The grasslands, now empty of living warriors but filled with injured, or dead, to which the medics of either land took to the fields to retrieve them. ​

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Titus makes his way towards another young man, easily recognized by those who know the prince as his childhood friend Damien, whom the young prince strangely gave the title of his Bloodbrother and in spite of those misunderstanding or simply belittling the title, both seemed to either not worry or simply not care. For a moment the prince smiles, before frowning upon his dear friends face. The look of not hatred, but pure irritation fills his visage as he nears him and mere meters from Damien, Titus turns and impales an animal which was being used as a supply line for the war-front. As the animal lets out a bloodcurdling cry of pain, the silver sabers searing blade melts at it's skin and meat, cooking it before the blade retracts into it's hilt and is placed upon his hip. The animal soon drops dead and it's owner, while speechless, dared not say a thing and wordlessly acquired assistance to drag the animal off.

The young prince, once again, turns to Damien and clears his throat before speaking in a somewhat irritated voice which has calmed itself. "You called me back from a battle I was winning, because... What? You are unhappy not to be out there? I can lend you one of my men's weapons, but no you dislike them. Oh how about you go out and shoot, no? What is it you want, Damien?"

 

[Damien]

Damien locks his emerald green gaze upon his Bloodbrother, Titus. His brow furrows, clearly quite agitated as he lets out a huff of hot air. The engineer looped a thumb under his belt, and looked away from the prince for a moment, taking a moment to calm down and gather his thoughts before returning with a neutral expression upon his face.​

"Use your head!" Damien says in an unusually loud tone. "You need to plan, strategize. Nothing was accomplished out there!" he'd state quite simple.​

After the small display of anger, he turns on his heel and makes his way, with the now returning medics, towards their tent with no real reasoning but clearly to walk off from the over boiled scene between the two childhood friends. Once arriving at the tent, Damien would take a seat and rest his head in both palms as his hair fills the gaps between his fingers.​

 

[Akhilleus]

(Controlling Attikan forces)


Looking at the tactical display Rivus growled. Blips on the display showed both the Attikan forces and the Makrosian forces retreating. Turning to his second in command Rivus' eyes narrowed. "I do not remember signalling for our people to retreat, so exactly why are they doing so?" Rivus asked. His hands tucked behind his back and as he approached his second in command his right eyebrow raised. While Rivus' face was relatively calm, and the question had been asked in such a manner his reputation carried a completely different stigma. Rivus was known for his tactics and having led over five successful campaigns against the Makrosians, and over the past year had been able to destroy multiple supply lines to cut off foodstuffs and medical supplies meant for the troops on the frontline. The Attikan's fought on numerous battlefields and this was just one of the several against the Makrosian's.

"I... I don't know general. I can only think they did so on the orders of the unit leader." The officer retorted but sweat beaded up on his brow and he visibly twitched. Rivus was known for executing those under his command that he thought were useless or went against his orders. Either face your death on the battlefield or return to face a death at Rivus' hands were the only two options if victory was not taken.

Raising a hand and placing against the officers face Rivus patted the man's cheek releasing a small chuckle. "Don't worry my friend we'll just be having a small conversation with them." Ears perking up Rivus could hear the sound of boots and horses as their soldiers returned to the camp. Soon enough the tent flapped open and stepping in was a Attikan soldier dawned in full body armor. Blood, mud, and who know's what else covered it.

"General" The soldier said bowing to Rivus his black hair falling into his face. Damp from the sweat of battle.

"Aw! We were just speaking about you..." Rivus said turning away from his second in command and walking up to the returning soldier. The smell of grass and burnt flesh clung to the man's body but Rivus still placed his hands on the soldiers shoulders. "You see I don't remember giving the order to retreat, so why are you back here?" Rivus asked his grip tightening on the shoulder pauldrons.

"Well the Makrosian's were retreating, so I thought it best to return and resupply before we reengage."

"You aren't paid to think!" Rivus shouted raising his hand and backhanding the soldier. Not staying to watch his handywork Rivus went back to the tactical display and picked up the blasterbolt that had been placed on top of it. "You're paid to obey!" The soldiers head went with the slap and a large red welt was left on his cheek.

"I am sorry if I have failed you."

"No you're not... But you will be." Pivoting on his foot Rivus lifted the blaster rifle and fired.

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