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7/18/2016 12:06:04 AM
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"I hate seeing kids on the field, but it must happen. May your enemies flee before you."
*She bows slightly*
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The tribune nodded and moved on. Soon the army was marching towards the manufactorium. The citizens of general quarters watched as the legionnaires left the safety of their lines.
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*Shadow looked on, gliding silently alongside the lines of legionaries.* "Odd. Thought the Romans died out long time ago...." *She shrugs, smirking* "Oh well."
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The army marched for an hour before reaching the out skirts of the manufactorium. There they set up camp and began to pla the attack, sending scouts to gather Intel.
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*Shadow stands a few feet away from the command tent, facing outwards searching for threats. As she scans with her eyes, her ears tune inwards towards the tent behind her*
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"Send the mercenarius in first, then use the Auxlilia on the flanks, while our men hold the centre." This was the voice of tribune Claudius, and it echoed the traditional Roman view. "Perhaps. Perhaps. But we don't have as many Auxlilia or mercenarius as preferred."
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*Shadow chuckles lowly, muttering under her breath* "If only they would let me play..."
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"Here's what we will do, Claudius you will take the mercenarius around the rear of the eldar and attack, then the legion and Auxlilia will attack from the front. They will be unable to escape, no one survives, I have information that the slaves are just a ruse for something else, though I don't know what." There was silence and then the younger tribune objected. "I don't trust the mercenarius, but you seem to. You take them. I'll lead the men. That way you can execute the plan better."
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"And if we happen to get killed by friendlies in the confusion.... Heh. Clever." *Shadow grins at the idea of a real fight*
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"Claudius, you should not be so paranoid. In that case I'll leave soon." There was the sound of armor moving as the tribunes and centurions left the tent, and could be seen leaving. Tribune Quintus Tullius stopped a centurion as they left, making sure no one was listening, or so they thought. "Longinus, be sure to keep an eye on Claudius, he's a schemer, a poor one, but one all the same." "Yes sir, and the men are loyal to you sir, not Claudius." "I know." The tribune began to walk towards the mercenarius camp, accompanied by a few trusted legionnaires.
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*Shadow grins widely at the leaving tribune, watching him with amused eyes* "Now that is a true Roman..." *She turns around, a shimmer settling over her. She vanishes into thin air, only her footprints giving her away. She stalks into the command tent, picking up a chair and sitting down into it before dropping her cloaking. She smirks at Claudius, propping her feet up onto the central table* "Well, boy?"
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"Who? Who are you?" The tribune was startled by her sudden appearance.
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"One of your hired mercenaries. Shadow is the name." *She pulls out a knife and removes her gloves before beginning to clean under her nails* "Is this your first time commanding?"
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"That's not your business, what do you want? Speak quickly before I have my men remove you." He seemed to regain his composure quickly, perhaps the nervousness was a front.
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*Shadow grins inside, her face showing no emotion* "I want front lines. The only question I have for you is, how destroyed do you want them to be? Massacre, genocide, or extinction? I haven't gotten to play in a while...."
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Edited by General Percival: 7/20/2016 7:18:27 PM"Who are you talking about? The dark eldar? They need to be wiped out, completely. But I'm not in command of the mercenarius, that's the other man, Quintus. He agreed to take command of them for the battle."
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 7/22/2016 12:18:59 AM*Shadow only grins more* "I just want to know your position on it. He's next." *Her chair tips over too much and she falls backwards. Before she hits the ground, she appears to twist unnaturally and vanishes as she slips into the shadows. She appears several tents down the line, stepping out of the shadow of an open tent to walk in the direction Quintus took, singing softly* "Oh, to be a queen...."
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Quintus was in his personal tent, by now he was eating a modest meal of bread, cheese, and roast chicken. He looked up when he heard the singing. "Who's there?"
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"A mercenary, but it appears I am interrupting your meal. I do apologize." *Shadow ducks into the tent, bowing slightly* "I was merely wishing to meet my commander for this battle."
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"Well, have a seat then." He said gesturing to a seat across from him. A servant brought a plate and glass for her from the field kitchen.
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*Shadow slips the servant a coin out of Quintus's view, taking the plate and glass. She sits down carefully, smiling at Quintus* "So, I was wondering, what brings Romans into space? Last I heard of any Romans was back on Old Earth, or Terra, as it is called now."
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The tribune laughed, fiddling with a ring on his right hand trigger finger. "Everyone always asks that. During the great collapse, before the imperium, our forefathers descended into madness, but there were a few who's minds were not too far gone. They established Rome again on Nova Roma, or new Rome. We rebuilt much of what was lost, and conquered several neighboring systems. When the imperium showed up, they could not take us by force. But we could not resist them forever, so in the interest of peace we became a autonomous republic under the imperium of man."
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"That was wise of your forefathers. Very few would be able to defeat the Imperium. Thankfully my people have no need to defeat them, for it would be a long and very bloody war." *Shadow takes a sip of the wine in the glass, smiling sadly* "But we would win none the less."
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"It's not for me to say one way or the other. But I doubt you came here only for a history lesson."
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"Hardly, but knowing the past is essential to the future." *She grins, then takes a bite out of the bread, pausing to chew for a minute.* "I wish to be on the front lines, projecting a battle-illusion."
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"What kind of illusion? And why does it require you at the front lines?"
