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Zepp	Jun 6 2011, 05:38 PM
Posts: 103 Group: Members Member #3 Joined: Apr 20, 2011	A captain already. It had been a few weeks since his arrival to this strange country of Thracs, but already so much had happened. He had infiltrated the 'Brotherhood' faction already. He had fought various wild animals along with a compatriot, the commander Hikaru Striker. He had crafted two weapons now worn constantly at his side: a mock up of his Imperial dirk, and a standard Nambu pistol forged from scrap metal and gunpowder made from scratch. But today, he had crafted the most important weapon in his arsenal. His white naval uniform. The cotton held up well to his ironing, especially having been worn by a sheep no earlier this morning. He heated a steel hammer over a fire, pouring water over it and pressing to the seams. His workmanship was immaculate, for there could be no errors in such an important asset. He ironed the corners deliberately, confidently, mastering his internal discipline and expressing it through his attention to his appearance. Brotherhood. He had heard this word before. Mostly out of the words of communists, and other leftists. In all his studies of the west, he had not heard of a country like this so. This faction likely had many natural resources to offer the Emperor, but having no firearms or industrialization of any kind made Saigo weary. Sweat gathered at his brow, so he stopped temporarily, dabbing at it with a towel. What troubled him greater though, was that this was not the only country. Nor the most advanced. Rumors had circulated that a metallic man had destroyed the bridge to the south. And beyond that, a large military force with firearms, mechanical soldiers, and areogyros lived. Were they aligned to the Allies or to the Axis? He had no way of knowing. But one thing was for sure, if they conquered the Brotherhood before the Navy came to his rescue, the potential resources would be completely lost. Saigo pulled on the uniform, paying particular attention to his buttons, pulling the material tight to his body. A perfect fit. With a final touch, he placed his cap delicately on his head, the brass Imperial Chrysanthemum evident upon it. It was time to socialize with his... "comrades."
Posts: 103 Group: Members Member #3 Joined: Apr 20, 2011

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