Read Calamity Coup D'etat :: S1 E5: The Aging King

November 9th

A man in full body armor, colored a greenish blue, with a full helmet that has no visor, he stands at a podium outside. In front of the man spans a large concrete field, flooded by people, citizens, reporters, soldiers, commanders, generals, and behind him stand First Consul Norman Wayne, Second Consul Richard Wayne, Head Scientist Verner Gushovick, and an Utmost Priority with Cool S's on his helmet.

The Man at the podium speaks gingerly.

"Hello, citizens of The Niune Region, it is with... Great regret I call today's... Gathering. There has been an attack. On planet Terraspark... A-and... 3 Star General Lockclaw, and his army, the 357th Army that is, was assassinated last night. General Lockclaw's service during the war for Terraspark is not forgotten, and the work they did against The Coalition Of Reach won't be forgotten either."

The man looks to the people behind him.

Norman, staring without blinking, Richard, asleep, Gushovick making what looks like an actual turtledove, and The Priority staring at his hands.

But the man turns back and continues. "I am the First General of the army, er- head, of the army. The Aging King. Normally, a 3 star general dying is nothing to worry about, usually it's a single bullet wound, in a key area, or poisioning, and usually it's just some bounty hunter, or a renegade drunk. However in this case... General Lockclaw was found missing his arm, and shriveled up, burnt, disheveled. And even more, we know the culprits of General Lockclaw's assassination, The Bird Union stationed on Planet Cerberus, who have been building their forces for years. This assassination is just the first attack, there will be many more to come I'm sure of it. Me, Second General Genom, and Third General Crikey, are already planning an attack on their facility. This attack will not be tolerated. And we will strike back. The Bird Union will fall. What they fail to see is that Dydact is perfect, and we have no achilles heel! AVE! LAUS! CLARITAS ENIM DYDACT!" Aging King's words echo aross the crowd, silence falls briefly, for the audience of thousands and thousands rise and cheer and clap.

The Aging King walks offstage, leaving Norman to the podium, Aging King walks farther and farther bacstage, eventually coming to small dark room, with a bar, and a couch, Aging King sits on it.

General Crikey walks in. An 8 foot tall human, in thick army green armor, a thick helmet with a slit for his deep green eyes, he has an australian flag on his shoulder. He sits on the same couch as Aging King, and with an Australian Accent, he speaks.

"Quite a speech... Believe any of it?"

"Not a word, we'll attack yes, but we gonna win? Hell if I know. You know the superiority they have in morale, manpower, and weapons. All we have are overwhelming numbers, but that doesn't mean shit if they have their shield generator up when we get there. I don't believe any shit that Norman puts in my mouth." Aging King says.

"Aye, aye. He's... Not the best, He's not like Gordon... And I wasn't even around for Gordon. I'm only 43 years old, and Gordon disappeared 362 years ago. So I guess you were around for it." Crikey responds.

Aging King lifts their helmet a bit and takes a sip out of a bottle he picked up from behind the couch. "I was just promoted to Third General, your current position. I joined the army for Gordon, not this entitled prick."

The PA system crackles to life.

"General Aging King is needed in Capitol Building room 7691, General Crikey is needed in Capitol building room 14290."

"WHAT" Crikey yells. "THE 142ND FLOOR? BUT WE'RE AT FLOOR B3"

"Good luck." Aging King says exiting the room.

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