Talk:New Arcadian Republic/@comment-25373667-20160121020350

Some Library, Arcadia

The Archlord, Archlordess, and a few important people are sitting around a moderately sized round table in a library in Arcadia, having a nice spot of tea and listening to the radio messages from the SSA forces Vesta System, occasionally making comments and poking fun at certain parts.

"My my, I must say this is getting interesting," exclaimed one of the people at the gathering, "never thought listening to the UAC fumble around with aliens would be much fun, but I digress, this is quite entertaining!"

"Oh, Admiral Arkillon, please tell me that our navy is more competent than these blundering fools," half-sarcastically stated an advisor.

"I can assure you that our vessels are in tip-top shape, and our crews regularly drilled and well oiled," responded Arkillon, "I don't think we'd be fumbling around this much."

Suddenly, the transmission begins to go static just a bit, and a concerning message from one of the AIF officers chimes through:

''"Bloody hell! Those alien bastards have turned on us! It's a trap!" *kshk* *kshk* *kshk* "All ships *kshk* ordering a tactical retreat. Recover all fighters, assume defensive formation around the carriers, prepare for warp."''

"Well that can't be good," blatantly retorts the Archlordess, "I do think things aren't going very well for our friends in Vesta."

"Ah, isn't neutrality glorious," sighs another advisor, "no pesky alien fleets to fight off every five minutes."

Many people in the room chuckled a little bit after that, before toasting and continuing on listening to the transmissions. However, deep inside, Arkillon knew something was awfully afoot, and he felt a strange new power course within his veins. He excused himself to leave, and went back to his study to meditate and think things over for a while...