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Well, id like some fed back....i read alot of the stories on this site but finally got around to starting one myself. Enjoy
The Greek War council was discussing the current threat of the Englo-Russo alliance that had been formed by the greed of Queen Elizabeth to control western lands when a messenger from the northern border burst in.
“The Romans my Liege, their infantry are crossing the border and our spy’s indicate a collection of bombers in Thermoplyea. I fear invasion” panted the winded messenger.
Alexander’s eyes met with his foreign minister. Without a word spoken the minister exited the room on his way to contact the embassy in Rome. Unfortunately Alexander knew the talks would be futile and that more than likely there was no Greek embassy in Rome anymore. Alexander rose from the large chair at the head of the table and strolled over to the large windows facing north. He peered hopelessly to the Northern mountains and remembered the half of his empire lay on the other side of the great peaks which is now in Roman hands. Two hundred years ago a Roman invasion stole four cities from the dwindling Greek Empire. To the south, four other cities where also stolen by French imperialism. The five remaining Greek cities balanced on the edge of a knife.
“The Romans are invading” Alexander finally spoke. The voices of his council stopped and all eyes focused on the emperor. “These are the final days of our empire my servants. If the Romans attack, which they most certainly will, our few outdated Calvary and riflemen will not stand a chance and our cities will fall.” Alexander turned to the shocked faces of his council and sighed.
“We must TRY to fight sir," exclaimed the defense minister.
“Then stay and fight” retorted Alexander. “I am leaving, by this time tomorrow this city will be all but destroyed and in the hands of the Romans. We’ve all seen the Roman war machine in action at the English City of Birmingham. So stay and fight General. Put rifles in the hands of the young men of this city and wait to die. I am leaving and going to Mycenae, good luck General.” With that Alexander left the council room.
On the other side of the Northern Mountains Caesar was paying a visit to the Generals in command of the Roman invasion force.
“Those damn English!” Caesar screamed. “Every chance they get they try to stake a claim on the western lands.” Caesar was speaking of the transport group coming up the coast toward Greek cities. “What are we looking at here anyway? How many troops do you expect will land General?”
The General released his fixated gaze from the map on the table and looked up at the stern face of Caesar. “No way to tell my lord. More than likely it will be Calvary. At the most 80,000 troops, that’s the maximum that can be held on the transport group. They will probably land near Pharsalos, we have no way of stopping them even if we were at war with them.”
“Send the tank units we have in reinforcements to establish a blockade here, here, and here.” Caesar said as he pointed to the map. “That will block them from further conquest of the Greek Empire. The only way through is by way of our lands and I’ll tell my diplomats to keep in constant touch with Elizabeth to be sure that does not happen.” Caesar looked up and smiled at the generals. “Everything else will go as planned, send in the bombers. I must return to Rome to oversee the building of Roman navy. The English will pay for their imperialism onto the western continent.” After a round of solutes Caesar walked out of the general’s headquarters in long powerful steps.
The Greek War council was discussing the current threat of the Englo-Russo alliance that had been formed by the greed of Queen Elizabeth to control western lands when a messenger from the northern border burst in.
“The Romans my Liege, their infantry are crossing the border and our spy’s indicate a collection of bombers in Thermoplyea. I fear invasion” panted the winded messenger.
Alexander’s eyes met with his foreign minister. Without a word spoken the minister exited the room on his way to contact the embassy in Rome. Unfortunately Alexander knew the talks would be futile and that more than likely there was no Greek embassy in Rome anymore. Alexander rose from the large chair at the head of the table and strolled over to the large windows facing north. He peered hopelessly to the Northern mountains and remembered the half of his empire lay on the other side of the great peaks which is now in Roman hands. Two hundred years ago a Roman invasion stole four cities from the dwindling Greek Empire. To the south, four other cities where also stolen by French imperialism. The five remaining Greek cities balanced on the edge of a knife.
“The Romans are invading” Alexander finally spoke. The voices of his council stopped and all eyes focused on the emperor. “These are the final days of our empire my servants. If the Romans attack, which they most certainly will, our few outdated Calvary and riflemen will not stand a chance and our cities will fall.” Alexander turned to the shocked faces of his council and sighed.
“We must TRY to fight sir," exclaimed the defense minister.
“Then stay and fight” retorted Alexander. “I am leaving, by this time tomorrow this city will be all but destroyed and in the hands of the Romans. We’ve all seen the Roman war machine in action at the English City of Birmingham. So stay and fight General. Put rifles in the hands of the young men of this city and wait to die. I am leaving and going to Mycenae, good luck General.” With that Alexander left the council room.
On the other side of the Northern Mountains Caesar was paying a visit to the Generals in command of the Roman invasion force.
“Those damn English!” Caesar screamed. “Every chance they get they try to stake a claim on the western lands.” Caesar was speaking of the transport group coming up the coast toward Greek cities. “What are we looking at here anyway? How many troops do you expect will land General?”
The General released his fixated gaze from the map on the table and looked up at the stern face of Caesar. “No way to tell my lord. More than likely it will be Calvary. At the most 80,000 troops, that’s the maximum that can be held on the transport group. They will probably land near Pharsalos, we have no way of stopping them even if we were at war with them.”
“Send the tank units we have in reinforcements to establish a blockade here, here, and here.” Caesar said as he pointed to the map. “That will block them from further conquest of the Greek Empire. The only way through is by way of our lands and I’ll tell my diplomats to keep in constant touch with Elizabeth to be sure that does not happen.” Caesar looked up and smiled at the generals. “Everything else will go as planned, send in the bombers. I must return to Rome to oversee the building of Roman navy. The English will pay for their imperialism onto the western continent.” After a round of solutes Caesar walked out of the general’s headquarters in long powerful steps.
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