Washington D.C, United States February 20 1790
In the capital of the United States there was a celebration. They were celebrating the victory they had against Great Britain, Quebec, and Sweden. There was a parade of the regiments who survived in the war, stuffed taverns of veterans who told stories of there moments on the field and chatting off the ears of their friends. American flags were hanging off of every building and soldiers reuniting with their families after months of worry and sorrow.
In the White House, President Prince of Macedon watched from the Oval Office. Never felt so happy since he won the presidential election. He heard a knock on the door "come in." he said. In walked in his favorite admiral and general, Heir of Carthage and Surreal Beliefs. "Mr. President come down stairs there's a big feast and we won't start without you." Heir of Carthage said. "Sorry Patchy, I was just contemplating on how far we've come." Prince of Macedonia replied.
"Our success has brought us to greater heights sir, we are recognized as a super power." Surreal said.
"Indeed we have, now let's go eat." the President said. The three of them walked down to the dining hall. When they arrived, everyone started applauding for the presiden't arrival. There were members of the cabinet, senators, and high ranking military officials. Heir of Carthage and Surreal took their seats and Prince of Macedon walked over to his chair at the end of the dining table and gave a speech.
"Gentlemen, I want to thank you for joining me in our countries monumental hour. It was the 8th of February when the barbaric empires of Europa crossed the Atlantic and the northern vagabonds from Quebec inundated our beloved union of states. With brave men fighting to protect such a prosperous and merited nation they have proved the world of our strength and they know they have something to fear. Let us make it clear to the world that we are the foundations of order and equality, let us wipe the devils who fight for their delusions of peace."
Everyone in the banquet hall applauded. "Enjoy the food." Prince of Macedon said. The room filled with chatter and the clanging of silverware. There was Willamsburg coleslaw, mixed vegetable stew, biscuits, pork chops, fish-in-pastry, buttered mash potatoes, pot pie, and a spit roasted pig. For desert there was strawberry marzipan, sugar cakes, sweet potato pudding, pumpkin pie, and ginger snaps.
United States-Quebec border
In a forest on the border were five men in white and blue military coats, with them were four people, their wrists tied to a rope and sacks on their heads. Scared of what's to become of them. They were Anglo-Canadians and the Chancellor of Quebec ordered that they should all be executed throughout the entire republic or make them slaves. It was his decision. The soldiers were Franco-Canadian and were under the Québécois military. Their orders were to kill Anglo-Canadians and fight their current war against the Inuit tribes.
The sergeant screamed at them to kneel in French. But the captives didn't understand. The soldiers kicked the back of their legs and were forced to the ground. They heard the sound of muskets pointing at their heads. The sergeant was preparing to give the kill order, but then an arrow pierced his neck, hitting his jugular vein. He was dead before he hit the ground. The soldiers pointed in the direction the arrow came from. One of them fired his gun hoping that he hit something but another arrow flew and hit his chest.
The remaining three soldiers fired their guns and while they were reloading, a hooded figure wearing an olive green robe and leather armor rushed at them with a saber, maiming them before their muskets were still being loaded. The mysterious figure in the robe walked to the captives liberating their wrists from the rope and taking off the sacks covering their faces. There were two middlaged men, an old man, and a girl who looked like she was 17. One of the men asked "Who are you?"
The figure took off his hood, he had brunette hair and a circle beard. A little rough but he looked as if he would be in his early thirties. "My name is ColdMeat247 I'm a friend from the resistance. It's not safe here, head to the United States, there's a militia who agreed to help us. They have a refugee camp in the city of Okanogan. They'll understand if you came from Quebec."
"Wait, your from the resistance?" the girl asked. "Yes." replied ColdMeat replied. "Take me with you, my father was executed, his last wish was for me to get revenge." said the girl acting so confident knowing she won't get turned down. "I want to join as well!" said one of the men barging into the conversation "I was taken away from my family I want to see them again and pay back the Quebecois for what they did."
"We're always looking for new recruits, come with me and stay close. MP's have strict border security."
~2 days later~
The White House Oval Office
"Mr. President, Quebec is blaming us for an attack on a patrol. Just on the border between Washington and the Western Territories (British Columbia)." said one of his attendants. "Bring in General Surreal Beliefs." PrinceofMacedon replied.
"Yes sir." the attendant said and rushed out the office to fetch the general. After a short length of time, Surreal Beliefs walked in "You wanted to see me Mr. President?"
"Yes, I need you to head to Montreal and speak to the Chancellor. Do whatever you can to resolve this situation. Take the 5th Boston Light Division as well as Foreign Service Officer Pixelated Apollo, he is essential to repairing relations between our nations."
"What happened in Quebec sir?" Surreal asked for he didn't know why the President was so worked up. "They're blaming us for an attack on their men on the western border investigate if you can and as I said before. Resolve this situation. Any more questions general?"
"No sir. I'll be on my way as soon as possible."
