Talk:Gallian Empire/@comment-25722005-20150718155819

Gallian Hospital

''While the entirety of therevolutionary army are pushing forward against the Gallian army, Lucille is recovering in a state-of-the-art hospital in Brougham. Thankfully, the operation is a success, and now she is recovering from her fatal injuries at a slow but steady rate. One evening, Lucille calls in Field Marshal Whitehall of the Army.''

"Your Majesty, is there something that I may be of service of?" Whitehall asks the Empress, saluting her.

"No, I only called you about something," the Empress says, as she points to a chair beside her bed. "Have a seat, please."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Whitehall says as he sits down on the chair. "What is this, madam?"

"My esteemed Field Marshal," the Empress says, "don't you think this civil war is running on... quite longer than we all want?"

"Your Majesty, indeed, this war is a lot longer than I thought it would be," Whitehall says.

"I, as the Empress of this glorious Gallian empire, therefore authorizes the use of advanced technology and lethal force against the communists," the Empress says quickly, as she grasps the Field Marshal's hand with surprising agility, "they had enslaved and killed much of my people. They killed my dear friend, who was unable to escape from them. Annihilate them... no matter what the risks may be, my esteemed Field Marshal." The Empress then falls back to her bed. "May you brew me a cup of tea?"

"Ah... of course, Your Majesty." ''Whitehall then stands up then brew her a cup of tea. After he is done, he brings the tea to the table beside the Empress.''

"Thanks... Hamilton." Lucille says as she slowly get up from her bed and sip the tea.

"Your Majesty, am I allowed to go?"

"Dear God..." Lucille says as she looks up from her cup of tea. "Sorry about that. Yes, sir; you may return to your duties."

"As you wish, Your Majesty," Whitehall says before he walks out the door.