An Empire Reborn

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Yo Scratchy how you doing, Jason I like what your doing here and its really starting to develop into a great story. I think you are making some slight mistakes that could be due to rushing when typing so try to slow down a little, other than that Im loving it .

[dexters]

Good stuff!

[Prince Jason]

I'm sure Skilord didn't mean in such a harsh way .

Oh, and the last two installments have been very rushed as they were done in a split second when I had to go. I suppose I could have just saved it in word, and edited it then put it here, but I didn't think of it, lol.

Thanks for all the comments everyone! I really appreciete it.

Jason

[Prince Jason]

Pretty hectic weekend with Drivers Ed and all, and i tried to update this tonight but the writing was crap and I erased it. I will try to update tomorrow, if not, Tuesday.

Jason

[SKILORD]

yeah, Parenthasese.

I'm sorry if I was a little harsh, but I felt a profound dissapointment when the story shifted from the glorious first chapter to the (3 Tank Regiments) of the following ones. You are a good enough writer not to need such things. On Another Note, it doesn't really matter to the story exactly how many tank regimets you had anyway, and it breaks the flow. So Avoid it.

[Prince Jason]

“So, these new Impi, you say, are much better then our Spitfires? The Admiral asked, his white mustache following his lips as they opened just enough for the words to escape. The Admirals blue eyes looked faded, as from years of stress and labor, of adventure and intrigue.

“They are faster, sir.” Replied Arad as they both took a seat at the small brown desk inside the small room which housed only one window that looked outside to the rest of the city. “We lost a dozen good men already, I was lucky enough to escape.”

“That’s horrible. I will make sure those men have a good funeral, being the first blood of this horrible event. Would you like some coffee?” he asked politely. Arad was a little annoyed of the quickness in which he switched subjects.

“No, thank you though sir. Now, about these Impi –“ Arad was cut off from his question, as the Admiral continued,

“So, tell me about Persia. How was it like growing up in a class three nation?” Americans always had this cocky way of classifying countries on how rich the general populace was. Arad was astonished by the question, and caught off guard. Rethinking it he was able to supply an answer.

“Well, sir, I don’t believe it was much different then America, especially because in the time I was being raised Persia was not as bad as it is now.”

“Ah yes, it was before the Great War. Do you believe this war is greater then the last?” He broke subject again. His faded eyes now fall upon his desk in a blank stare. His hands silently pulled the white hair that remained slightly connected to his head. Arad couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to talk to someone with a mind, obviously this man didn’t have one. He silently rose and exited the room.

Davood stood atop the largest building in the city. His brown hair was constantly trifled with by the gusting winds that seemed to spy the city all year round but seriously kicked in around this time of the year. He heard the door behind him open and slam shut, turning to see it was Arad.

“Ah, thank you for meeting with me, friend.” Arad spoke, shaking his friend’s hand with eagerness. “I am sorry I am late.” After he had left Admiral Johnson’s office, he was called in for a briefing sketching out the plans for the next air raid on Zululand. Again he had tried to warn the Captain there, but was waved off with the “You must be mistaken” slogan. That was then he realized that a Persian had to be notified, as the Americans were hopeless.

“What is this about? Or did you want to shoot me this time?” Davood said, laughing at his own joke as he stared into the solemn face of Arad. His green eyes beamed a signal of fear. “This is serious,” he realized, “what is it friend?”

“Davood, I have some bad news concerning the war. On my last mission we encountered a new breed of Zulu aircraft. I like to call it the Impi II. It is faster, more mobile, and packs more firepower then the American Spitfire. Friend, we are in trouble.”

“Have you notified your superiors?” Davood asked, a hint of relief in his voice.

“I have tried, but I have just realized how incompetent Americans are. Ten years with them and it takes a war for me to realize this. I believe it is up to the Persians to bring light of the situation, and possibly extinguish it.”

“Arad, you know of the state of the Persian military, and –“

“Yes, I know, Davood. But I don’t see any alternative. I have booked the next flight to Washington, but that will be another week and who knows if I will be able to talk with an intelligent American even there. Look, friend, we must take care of this. USAF is already planning the next bombing run on Zululand, condemning more pilots to a surprising death, including myself. And who knows when the Zulu’s will conquer the skies and begin to drop bombs upon Persipolis? You know as well as I that after the first bomb hits our city that the war will be over. Persia will withdraw and America will be overrun. Is that how you want the war to end?” Davood stood there. His mind pondered as he observed the city work in the streets below. Zulu and Persian alike were living in cooperation, the only city in the world to have that diversity.

“I will think of something. I have too.”

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Thanks for the comments. Sorry for such a late addition.

Comments are, as always, very much welcomed.

Jason

[Paulypav]

Excellent work, I like the way that this story is moving. Will Davood and Arad convince the Americans that the Zulu's are stronger than anticipated or is this all part of some larger plot. I can't wait for the next installation to find out more of the picture.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Cracking stuff

[unscratchedfoot]

Yes, cracking indeed. I'm looking forward to a nice big war here.

[Prince Jason]

Again I tried to write tonight, but all of it was crap. Must be having a writers block or something. Hopefully I will be able to write tomorrow.

Jason

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Hey PJ hows the next chapter coming along ? certainly looking forward to reading some more.