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Yukiko
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Feb 4, 2010
- Location
- Florida, USA
The unruly civilians had been building in numbers for quite some time now; it was only getting worse. The attempt at suppressing these upheavals was working thus far, as the military was full of skilled officers as well as the many soldiers that were practically dispensable. Nevertheless, the once proud and eager men were tired, and had been battling tirelessly for weeks. The infantry had been significantly downsized; they needed some recuperation and time to regain acceptable numbers.
New strategies for sustaining the battle against these rebels were being brought to the King’s attention daily, but none of them seemed to be working as it were. The men were pushing them back, but only temporarily. And the most bizarre notion was that their numbers were actually increasing. The rebels were only gaining in numbers every moment, and they still had not been forced to the outer edges of the kingdom. The hope of an easy win was quite out of range as it seemed. The King’s army of the strongest men would not show the slightest inkling of defeat. Or at least, not on his watch. He would just have to deploy a new plan.
This day, his Majesty sent out a more personal battalion of his finest soldiers. It was time to give them a little bit of glory and honor; both of which would be amplified should they crush these rebels with ease, and in due time. He had faith and trust in these soldiers, two in particular.
His Majesty was proudly releasing his eldest son into the heart of battle; a quest that the young man yearned for and could not wait to pursue. However, his son was not the only one in this group.
Because he favored these two particular children, the King decided that he would employ his own method of leadership; duel Generals. He gave them the same position, equal in value and greatness, just split in half. This was gifted to his eldest son, and oddly enough, his niece as well. As if the mere fact that there were two generals in the King’s personal battalion wasn’t strange enough, one of them was a woman.
It was not a choice that was favored by many of the clergymen and townspeople. No one wanted to rely on a woman for their defense; there was no way she could prove capable in that aspect. Or any for that matter; she should have simply been married off to some random prince from a sister-country. But the King spared her from that fate, as she proved to be worth her weight in battle and matters of state.
It wasn’t a shock that she was well trained and educated by the same scholars that taught her cousin and other male nobles. They did find that she had a gift for strategy, but in being a woman, she was not as physically capable as her cousin. She could never be General without him by her side. Or at least, that was what everyone made sure was never to happen.
However, she did just that.
Just moments prior to their assignment, information had returned with intelligence that the rebel group had another counterattack planned from the north. In order to nip this in the bud quickly, the King decided to split his Royal Battalion. Leaving his son to fight the refugees from the north, while his niece to fight the ones taking hold outside of the city.
While his people were none too pleased with this idea, his niece was ecstatic. It would be a sort of chance to prove herself, not as a woman, but as a soldier. She was not nearly as physically strong or skilled in weaponry as her cousin, but she was smart; she could think quickly on her feet. This was a skill that couldn’t be taught. One just had to possess it.
And without further hesitation, they were gone. The youths had split ways, and now set off to accomplish their separate missions.
Her name was Amelie.
The brunette was of average height, and about twenty years of age. She was fairly old for a girl to be unwed and barren. Neither of those options were something she foresaw in her near future. Her complexion was tanned; years of training, riding, and outdoor sports and activities relieved her skin of the acceptable fairness a lady of nobility was expected to exhibit. Her shoulder-length, deep brown locks framed a delicate face; her features were fine and of good breeding. Her light brown eyes were set under a soft brow bone that was adorned with neatly manicured brows.
Although she was a delightfully interesting visage, she was as elegant as any other member of nobility. However with the exception that she took pride in what she could accomplish with her mind, rather than her appearance.
Her military garb of red and gold swished as she mounted her horse and took off towards the valley; unconcerned of what awaited, for she was fairly confident she could face any opposition that came her way.
New strategies for sustaining the battle against these rebels were being brought to the King’s attention daily, but none of them seemed to be working as it were. The men were pushing them back, but only temporarily. And the most bizarre notion was that their numbers were actually increasing. The rebels were only gaining in numbers every moment, and they still had not been forced to the outer edges of the kingdom. The hope of an easy win was quite out of range as it seemed. The King’s army of the strongest men would not show the slightest inkling of defeat. Or at least, not on his watch. He would just have to deploy a new plan.
This day, his Majesty sent out a more personal battalion of his finest soldiers. It was time to give them a little bit of glory and honor; both of which would be amplified should they crush these rebels with ease, and in due time. He had faith and trust in these soldiers, two in particular.
His Majesty was proudly releasing his eldest son into the heart of battle; a quest that the young man yearned for and could not wait to pursue. However, his son was not the only one in this group.
Because he favored these two particular children, the King decided that he would employ his own method of leadership; duel Generals. He gave them the same position, equal in value and greatness, just split in half. This was gifted to his eldest son, and oddly enough, his niece as well. As if the mere fact that there were two generals in the King’s personal battalion wasn’t strange enough, one of them was a woman.
It was not a choice that was favored by many of the clergymen and townspeople. No one wanted to rely on a woman for their defense; there was no way she could prove capable in that aspect. Or any for that matter; she should have simply been married off to some random prince from a sister-country. But the King spared her from that fate, as she proved to be worth her weight in battle and matters of state.
It wasn’t a shock that she was well trained and educated by the same scholars that taught her cousin and other male nobles. They did find that she had a gift for strategy, but in being a woman, she was not as physically capable as her cousin. She could never be General without him by her side. Or at least, that was what everyone made sure was never to happen.
However, she did just that.
Just moments prior to their assignment, information had returned with intelligence that the rebel group had another counterattack planned from the north. In order to nip this in the bud quickly, the King decided to split his Royal Battalion. Leaving his son to fight the refugees from the north, while his niece to fight the ones taking hold outside of the city.
While his people were none too pleased with this idea, his niece was ecstatic. It would be a sort of chance to prove herself, not as a woman, but as a soldier. She was not nearly as physically strong or skilled in weaponry as her cousin, but she was smart; she could think quickly on her feet. This was a skill that couldn’t be taught. One just had to possess it.
And without further hesitation, they were gone. The youths had split ways, and now set off to accomplish their separate missions.
Her name was Amelie.
The brunette was of average height, and about twenty years of age. She was fairly old for a girl to be unwed and barren. Neither of those options were something she foresaw in her near future. Her complexion was tanned; years of training, riding, and outdoor sports and activities relieved her skin of the acceptable fairness a lady of nobility was expected to exhibit. Her shoulder-length, deep brown locks framed a delicate face; her features were fine and of good breeding. Her light brown eyes were set under a soft brow bone that was adorned with neatly manicured brows.
Although she was a delightfully interesting visage, she was as elegant as any other member of nobility. However with the exception that she took pride in what she could accomplish with her mind, rather than her appearance.
Her military garb of red and gold swished as she mounted her horse and took off towards the valley; unconcerned of what awaited, for she was fairly confident she could face any opposition that came her way.