Post by Giovanni Facilli on Sept 2, 2010 23:12:27 GMT -5
The wind was blowing slowly on a town in Southern France. Well, not exactly a town, more like a village, with a population of under 2,000 people, its main building was the Town Hall, and the Church. One of those two buildings, today, would be the most important building in the entire Italian Empire.
Truck after Truck rolled into the town, carrying around 1000 soldiers, a little more than a quarter of the towns population had just rolled in. Following them, lower ranking officers, ranging from Leutenants to a Major in the Italian Air-force. The civilians were all very confused, only the Church's priest was told of what was going to happen today in His Church.
Soon, dozens of Mobile Anti-Aircraft began to roll into the town, anti-Aircraft guns and missile emplacements all around the town, a few even placed on the tops of sturdy buildings.
By now, Civilians were standing on the edges of the streets as rumor ran rampant through the people that the Emperor and his Military officials would be visiting this small town, to finalize the most important plan they would most likely ever plan; The Invasion of Their Lives; The Invasion of Germany.
Within ten minutes of the Anti-Aircraft being set up, soldiers in place on every block, and the lower ranking officers having set the Church up for the higher ranking officers, much to the agreement of the elderly episcopalian church pastor, Staff cars of all variants could be seen rolling down the main road into the town.
Within minutes, the long, Limousine-style convertibles began to roll into the town, their Military and Government pennants waved on the small poles placed on each side of the cars hood blew smoothly as they rolled down the streets of the small town, carrying Officers of the Italian Air-Force, Royal Italian Navy, Italian Missile Agency, Italian Army, Home Guard, and the Giovanni Guard.
The Civilians of the small French town waved at the High ranking officers, ranging from Colonnellos to three Field Marshals, a Grand Admiral, and the Marshal of the Missile Agency.
Within minutes of the highest ranking officers entering the church, Six Police cars with sirens blaring, followed by four motorcycles with side cars and Machine Guns, three trucks, and even a quick-paced armored car were rolling down the road. Within seconds, a brilliant white Packard convertible, top down, could be seen following these vehicles, the same amount and type of vehicles stated before also followed behind this limousine, effectively making it a caravan/convoy.
A few civilians knew who's car this was, and before long, it was spreading like wild-fire, The Emperor of the Most Powerful European Empire since the Romans, the Greater Italian Empire, was about to roll into town. Mr. Guesseppe A. Franco.
As the convoy neared the small town, the front portion of the convoy broke off, and Guesseppe's limousine began to roll down the main street of the town. Italian and French flags had been put up hastily by the civilians, they still were in shock of who, or what, was about to enter their small town, where the most exciting thing that had happened recently was a Italian Plane being forced to take an emergency landing in their small airport a month and a half ago.
Guesseppe's car was slowed down monumentally as the civilians flooded the street, trying to get a handshake or a smile from the Emperor of their Nation. Guesseppe did one better, standing up in the slow moving limousine, and giving the civilians the accustom Roman Salute, receiving many more in return. Guesseppe Waved, and, as the car came to a stop near the Church, he stepped down, and as a Giovanni Guardsmen opened his limousine door for him, he stepped out.
His guards tried to rush him into the church, but he declined, being greeted by the towns sheriff, Major, and an older woman who was, apparently, Miss. Paris 1969, according to her crown and sash she wore over her chest.
He smiled, giving as many autographs as possible in a period of ten minutes, often giving angry yet comical jokes to his officers who were waiting on the steps of the Church. He took the time to have a small conversation with the Town Sheriff, and shook the Mayor's hand, patting him on the back, before he finally surrendered to his officers requests to come to the meeting.
He made it through the huge crowd of civilians, shaking hands and receiving flowers, which he gave to a guard to put into his limousine, before walking up the steps of the church, giving one last Roman Salute to the civilians, before entering the Church, the doors closing behind him.
As the doors closed, he smiled, taking off his visor cap, which was quickly put on a coat rack, before looking around, his Best officers and generals were there, including Vittore de Lazzore and Asher V. Wilder. He had a quick word with the Church's pastor, hoping that these events weren't inturrupting anything, and, after being reassured by the pastor that they weren't, he went to the large map in the middle of the room, it was an outline of Poland. Throughout the map, small models of tanks and soldiers were moving as lines were being drawn across the map of Poland and Slovakia. It was soon clear that this was the current war between Poland and the UPM, And it didn't look good for them.
Guesseppe looked around, his best Air-Marshals, Army and Guesseppe Guard Generals, And Grand Admirals were standing around the room. They all knew why they were there. They would plan the counter attack of the UPM, And drive them out of Poland. He looked around at his officers as they gathered around the map, examining it, waiting for someone to speak. Finally, he said "Gentlemen, you know why you are here, but I guess i must remind a few of you. We are here to plan the Liberation of Poland, and the ultimate defeat of the United Peoples Movement."
Truck after Truck rolled into the town, carrying around 1000 soldiers, a little more than a quarter of the towns population had just rolled in. Following them, lower ranking officers, ranging from Leutenants to a Major in the Italian Air-force. The civilians were all very confused, only the Church's priest was told of what was going to happen today in His Church.
Soon, dozens of Mobile Anti-Aircraft began to roll into the town, anti-Aircraft guns and missile emplacements all around the town, a few even placed on the tops of sturdy buildings.
By now, Civilians were standing on the edges of the streets as rumor ran rampant through the people that the Emperor and his Military officials would be visiting this small town, to finalize the most important plan they would most likely ever plan; The Invasion of Their Lives; The Invasion of Germany.
Within ten minutes of the Anti-Aircraft being set up, soldiers in place on every block, and the lower ranking officers having set the Church up for the higher ranking officers, much to the agreement of the elderly episcopalian church pastor, Staff cars of all variants could be seen rolling down the main road into the town.
Within minutes, the long, Limousine-style convertibles began to roll into the town, their Military and Government pennants waved on the small poles placed on each side of the cars hood blew smoothly as they rolled down the streets of the small town, carrying Officers of the Italian Air-Force, Royal Italian Navy, Italian Missile Agency, Italian Army, Home Guard, and the Giovanni Guard.
The Civilians of the small French town waved at the High ranking officers, ranging from Colonnellos to three Field Marshals, a Grand Admiral, and the Marshal of the Missile Agency.
Within minutes of the highest ranking officers entering the church, Six Police cars with sirens blaring, followed by four motorcycles with side cars and Machine Guns, three trucks, and even a quick-paced armored car were rolling down the road. Within seconds, a brilliant white Packard convertible, top down, could be seen following these vehicles, the same amount and type of vehicles stated before also followed behind this limousine, effectively making it a caravan/convoy.
A few civilians knew who's car this was, and before long, it was spreading like wild-fire, The Emperor of the Most Powerful European Empire since the Romans, the Greater Italian Empire, was about to roll into town. Mr. Guesseppe A. Franco.
As the convoy neared the small town, the front portion of the convoy broke off, and Guesseppe's limousine began to roll down the main street of the town. Italian and French flags had been put up hastily by the civilians, they still were in shock of who, or what, was about to enter their small town, where the most exciting thing that had happened recently was a Italian Plane being forced to take an emergency landing in their small airport a month and a half ago.
Guesseppe's car was slowed down monumentally as the civilians flooded the street, trying to get a handshake or a smile from the Emperor of their Nation. Guesseppe did one better, standing up in the slow moving limousine, and giving the civilians the accustom Roman Salute, receiving many more in return. Guesseppe Waved, and, as the car came to a stop near the Church, he stepped down, and as a Giovanni Guardsmen opened his limousine door for him, he stepped out.
His guards tried to rush him into the church, but he declined, being greeted by the towns sheriff, Major, and an older woman who was, apparently, Miss. Paris 1969, according to her crown and sash she wore over her chest.
He smiled, giving as many autographs as possible in a period of ten minutes, often giving angry yet comical jokes to his officers who were waiting on the steps of the Church. He took the time to have a small conversation with the Town Sheriff, and shook the Mayor's hand, patting him on the back, before he finally surrendered to his officers requests to come to the meeting.
He made it through the huge crowd of civilians, shaking hands and receiving flowers, which he gave to a guard to put into his limousine, before walking up the steps of the church, giving one last Roman Salute to the civilians, before entering the Church, the doors closing behind him.
As the doors closed, he smiled, taking off his visor cap, which was quickly put on a coat rack, before looking around, his Best officers and generals were there, including Vittore de Lazzore and Asher V. Wilder. He had a quick word with the Church's pastor, hoping that these events weren't inturrupting anything, and, after being reassured by the pastor that they weren't, he went to the large map in the middle of the room, it was an outline of Poland. Throughout the map, small models of tanks and soldiers were moving as lines were being drawn across the map of Poland and Slovakia. It was soon clear that this was the current war between Poland and the UPM, And it didn't look good for them.
Guesseppe looked around, his best Air-Marshals, Army and Guesseppe Guard Generals, And Grand Admirals were standing around the room. They all knew why they were there. They would plan the counter attack of the UPM, And drive them out of Poland. He looked around at his officers as they gathered around the map, examining it, waiting for someone to speak. Finally, he said "Gentlemen, you know why you are here, but I guess i must remind a few of you. We are here to plan the Liberation of Poland, and the ultimate defeat of the United Peoples Movement."
