The plan for defence, Vittro's Humiliation
Commander Vittro was sitting down at the Drunkard Tavern, in Pisae. He looked at the amber liquid in front of him, and sighed. The radio operator returned, and shook his head, reminding him that the Recon unit would be back any time now, but they could not get through to Rome. Vittro took another sip from his drink, and stared at the mirror opposite him. The Recon unit returned and gave Vittro the bad news. They were surrounded. Vittro sighed, drained his glass, and asked the barmaid to get him another. If he were going to go down, he would go down happy!
“General Scipio, we have met up with Publius’ forces, and surrounded the city,” said Colonel Graccis, enthusiastically.
Very good,” replied Scipio, turning to Flavius, adding, “Send out an offer to surrender. If they do not reply in an hour, we will attack them. Graccis set the artillery in place. We will commence with a heavy bombardment, and then attack with mechanized forces from the north, east, and west, with the cannons situated in the south.”
“Yes, sir,” replied the two officers, as they started to go around doing their duties.
Vittro was sitting at the bar, as drunk as a skunk, sipping his tenth glass of ale for that morning. The radio operator ran in, and gave Vittro a message. Vittro stood up, holding his glass in salute, yelling, “We will fight to the last man! Order the troops to charge the command post in the south”
“But sir, that hill is heavily fortified!”
“Bah! Because of this, they will not be expecting an attack, so CHARGE!” said Vittro, before falling down on the dusty floor of the old tavern. The radio operator said to the barmaid, “Is he dead?”
“Nah, he’s just sleeping. He will most properly be over it in an hour or two,” replied the Barmaid. The Radio Operator, Major Titinius, slowly walked over to the radio to broadcast the Commanders message.
“Welcome, General Constantine,” said Cicero as Constantine walked into the Dictators office. Constantine looked around, and saw that the room was decorated with pictures. Pictures of his wife, pictures of himself, and surprisingly, pictures of his deceased daughter, Portia. Constantine was gazing at the walls, but asked, “Why was Air Marshal Satunis in such a hurry when I passed him?”
“Ah, a mission to save our research from the Rebels. But to the point, I called you here to go over the plans for the defense of Rome in case our lines don’t hold,” replied the Dictator.
“Do you fear that the lines will break, Dictator?”
“If they do, we have nothing to stop them,” said Cicero as he walked over to his desk. Constantine followed him, and saw a map of Rome, and surrounding terrain was set out on the desk. “This,” said Cicero, “was the plans for the defense of Rome under Marshal Antonius. That is now redundant now that Antonius has betrayed my trust. Tell, me, General, what is the approximate number of troops in the city?”
Constantine kept his face expressionless. His hatred for this man was great, but now was not the right time, “We have a division and a half of Infantry, a Armor Brigade, and a company of Republican Guard. We have nothing.”
“Darn that Antonius, we need to devise a plan!”
“Well sir, we are in a un-winnable position for defending this city. I propose moving the Government to Veii. There is a massive division there, including Marines. We should then withdraw all of our troops to the city. The nearby hills make the city extremely defendable, and will be protected by the Navy and the Airforce.”
“Well, General, your position has merit, we cannot win this war, but we might as well withdraw to a more defendable position. From there, we can easily defend, and bide our time intill hostility breaks between the two rebel groups. They are ideological opposites, Marius and Scipio. They will not survive in an alliance for long. However, remember, this is only if the lines break. Keep this plan a secret, ok?”
“Yes, sir. But may I ask a question, what is Project Z?”
“How do you know about that?”
“Just talk in the barracks”
“Well, I may as well tell you, Project Z is developing a weapon of unimaginable strength. We were going to use it to extort the world, but it seems that Lugium will fall any day now to Scipio. We are withdrawing anyone of importance to the New Rome colonies, where they will continue their research. However, some of the heavy equipment cannot be moved, so they will have to be destroyed. I have given that mission to Satunis.”
“Oh, I see,” said Constantine, a struggling to fight back a smile, “I will take my leave, sir.” Constantine was in, Cicero trusted him. Finally, his vengeance could be felt by all.
Major Titinius looked around at his troops, calming them at the oncoming charge. He looked at the hill, and picked up his whistle.
General Scipio looked down at his watch, an hour was up. He picked up his radio to the artillery commander, and prepared to give the orders to fire. Something caught his eye. Picking up a pair of binoculars, he looked down the slope towards the city, and was shocked at what he saw.
Titinius blew his whistle, and the troops began their charge
Vittro stood up, looking around the bar. No one was around. A little groggy, he stumbled towards the door, and looked down the street. There was no one there. He did not give any orders, did he? This was strange. Stumbling down the street he just happened to look up at the hill to the south of the city. The sight shocked him. Bodies were lining the slopes, the bodies of his troops! What had he done? He pulled out his pistol, and put it in his mouth. Pulling the trigger, Vittro felt the pain of humiliation no more.
Commander Vittro was sitting down at the Drunkard Tavern, in Pisae. He looked at the amber liquid in front of him, and sighed. The radio operator returned, and shook his head, reminding him that the Recon unit would be back any time now, but they could not get through to Rome. Vittro took another sip from his drink, and stared at the mirror opposite him. The Recon unit returned and gave Vittro the bad news. They were surrounded. Vittro sighed, drained his glass, and asked the barmaid to get him another. If he were going to go down, he would go down happy!
“General Scipio, we have met up with Publius’ forces, and surrounded the city,” said Colonel Graccis, enthusiastically.
Very good,” replied Scipio, turning to Flavius, adding, “Send out an offer to surrender. If they do not reply in an hour, we will attack them. Graccis set the artillery in place. We will commence with a heavy bombardment, and then attack with mechanized forces from the north, east, and west, with the cannons situated in the south.”
“Yes, sir,” replied the two officers, as they started to go around doing their duties.
Vittro was sitting at the bar, as drunk as a skunk, sipping his tenth glass of ale for that morning. The radio operator ran in, and gave Vittro a message. Vittro stood up, holding his glass in salute, yelling, “We will fight to the last man! Order the troops to charge the command post in the south”
“But sir, that hill is heavily fortified!”
“Bah! Because of this, they will not be expecting an attack, so CHARGE!” said Vittro, before falling down on the dusty floor of the old tavern. The radio operator said to the barmaid, “Is he dead?”
“Nah, he’s just sleeping. He will most properly be over it in an hour or two,” replied the Barmaid. The Radio Operator, Major Titinius, slowly walked over to the radio to broadcast the Commanders message.
“Welcome, General Constantine,” said Cicero as Constantine walked into the Dictators office. Constantine looked around, and saw that the room was decorated with pictures. Pictures of his wife, pictures of himself, and surprisingly, pictures of his deceased daughter, Portia. Constantine was gazing at the walls, but asked, “Why was Air Marshal Satunis in such a hurry when I passed him?”
“Ah, a mission to save our research from the Rebels. But to the point, I called you here to go over the plans for the defense of Rome in case our lines don’t hold,” replied the Dictator.
“Do you fear that the lines will break, Dictator?”
“If they do, we have nothing to stop them,” said Cicero as he walked over to his desk. Constantine followed him, and saw a map of Rome, and surrounding terrain was set out on the desk. “This,” said Cicero, “was the plans for the defense of Rome under Marshal Antonius. That is now redundant now that Antonius has betrayed my trust. Tell, me, General, what is the approximate number of troops in the city?”
Constantine kept his face expressionless. His hatred for this man was great, but now was not the right time, “We have a division and a half of Infantry, a Armor Brigade, and a company of Republican Guard. We have nothing.”
“Darn that Antonius, we need to devise a plan!”
“Well sir, we are in a un-winnable position for defending this city. I propose moving the Government to Veii. There is a massive division there, including Marines. We should then withdraw all of our troops to the city. The nearby hills make the city extremely defendable, and will be protected by the Navy and the Airforce.”
“Well, General, your position has merit, we cannot win this war, but we might as well withdraw to a more defendable position. From there, we can easily defend, and bide our time intill hostility breaks between the two rebel groups. They are ideological opposites, Marius and Scipio. They will not survive in an alliance for long. However, remember, this is only if the lines break. Keep this plan a secret, ok?”
“Yes, sir. But may I ask a question, what is Project Z?”
“How do you know about that?”
“Just talk in the barracks”
“Well, I may as well tell you, Project Z is developing a weapon of unimaginable strength. We were going to use it to extort the world, but it seems that Lugium will fall any day now to Scipio. We are withdrawing anyone of importance to the New Rome colonies, where they will continue their research. However, some of the heavy equipment cannot be moved, so they will have to be destroyed. I have given that mission to Satunis.”
“Oh, I see,” said Constantine, a struggling to fight back a smile, “I will take my leave, sir.” Constantine was in, Cicero trusted him. Finally, his vengeance could be felt by all.
Major Titinius looked around at his troops, calming them at the oncoming charge. He looked at the hill, and picked up his whistle.
General Scipio looked down at his watch, an hour was up. He picked up his radio to the artillery commander, and prepared to give the orders to fire. Something caught his eye. Picking up a pair of binoculars, he looked down the slope towards the city, and was shocked at what he saw.
Titinius blew his whistle, and the troops began their charge
Vittro stood up, looking around the bar. No one was around. A little groggy, he stumbled towards the door, and looked down the street. There was no one there. He did not give any orders, did he? This was strange. Stumbling down the street he just happened to look up at the hill to the south of the city. The sight shocked him. Bodies were lining the slopes, the bodies of his troops! What had he done? He pulled out his pistol, and put it in his mouth. Pulling the trigger, Vittro felt the pain of humiliation no more.
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