President Josef Müller turned from the digital display, smiling smugly.
"It's a shame we couldn't get any of them to join us" he murmured adjusting his coat. He wore a long grey jacket with an upturned collar, framing his face. He wore a simple set of black slacks with a leather belt, and he possessed black combat boots. He didn't look like a Nazi, but he carried himself as one.
"You wouldn't want most of those bitches" assured Jacqueline Maliwan.
"I would not advise more partners. That would involve a further division of profits" stated Maxwell Tediore.
"Of course. You two are some of the finest allies I could ask for."
He walked out of the room, followed by his two allies.
"I think I should give some words to my men. They deserve to hear this before we begin the operation."
"A splendid idea" encouraged Jacqueline.
"A lucrative notion" said Maxwell.
They reached the end of the short hallway and came to a large atrium. It was the vestibule of the mother ship, the meeting area of the top men and women of the Bellum army. Before him was the highest levels, the field leaders and captains of the other ships in the fleet.
They all rose to salute, most of them in some abstract uniform. Since he found no reason to restrict them, they dressed in whatever they wished. He was fine with it. It made them more diverse.
"Guten tag gentlemen" he said, his voice being amplified by a microphone in his collar.
"Guten tag General!" they replied all at once.
He smiled. It felt so good to be in power.
"Gentlemen, it has often been said that I like war. I would like to correct that statement, for it is inaccurate."
They all paused, unsure on what he was saying.
"Gentlemen, I LOVE war!"
They all smiled, their confidence in him spiking.
He chuckled. "I love genocides, I love revolutions, I love assassinations, and withdrawals."
He grinned. "Wars across deserts, across oceans, across plains, across hills, across mountains! War over water, over mud, over snow, over air, I love all manner of warfare that is possible!"
"I love it when I tear apart a Hyperion Loader by shooting its individual limbs off one at a time. My hands twitch just imagining detonating grenades right in the legs of a Goliath. I find great joy in detaching a Midget from the shield of a Nomad, and then blowing off its head with my shotgun. A soldier using a Technical to launch blazing saw blades through the air and into the torsos of Marauders is such a delicacy. And there's nothing quite similar to a soldier sprinting from a crashed Technical and then being blasted to smithereens by other Technical Rocket Launchers!"
He took a deep breath to steady himself. "Having Skag corpses strapped to my Outrunner is one of my favorite artistic movements. And there is nothing more erotic than Banshees covered in acid, their pilots screaming in horror, before crashing into the side of a mountain top. When I spy the glimpse of Varkids transforming into their pods before being ripped out violently and smashed into the ground, I must pause to remember to breathe. I still have images of Thief Rats attempting to steal ammunition and loot having their arms ripped off and their spines cleaved in half, which I happily keep in a warm place in my heart."
He smiled maniacally. "I love it when a Psycho embeds his axe in my torso. The shame of having Bruisers pound my arms into dust and shattering my legs with their fists. The utter disgust as Spiderants eat away at my internal organs, rupturing my kidneys and throwing my intestines like confetti. The intense, sensual agony as Threshers tear my body to pieces, possibly even raping me with their tentacles."
He chuckled. "Gentlemen, how can I not love war? War is the single greatest act that man can commit. Better than any statue, more beautiful than any painting, war is all I desire for."
Josef brushed a strand of hair from his face. "Now gentlemen, I must ask you: Is war what you desire? What do you want from this world? Answer me this question, and forever secure what I know. What do you want?"
"War!" shouted the soldiers, all of them. "War! War! War! War!"
He grinned. "Very well. You want war? You shall have war. All the war you can possible imagine."
He adjusted his coat. "But I don't think you, my faithful brothers and sisters in arms, deserve any old war. No, we need the ultimate war! A war that could strike the gods themselves if we aimed too high! Where the very universe will feel the echoes of our missile salvos and grenades! Where our bullets will make mountains on which we will fight on!"
The soldiers yelled their approval, obviously pleased by his statements.
"But what shall we declare war against, my brothers and sisters? The bandits? While they are ferocious animals like us, they are not enough. The beasts? They are completely savage and mindless, but they are not enough. The corporations? Even they are NOT ENOUGH!"
He let madness slip into his voice. "Nothing will ever be enough! We shall declare war against…EVERYTHING!"
They leaped up, caught in the rhythms of his speech. They were like rabid animals, being pulled and controlled by him like an expert ringleader.
He stopped, taking a deep breath. "Gentlemen, I think it's time we finally did this. We have talked so long about war, smiling through our teeth to these 'normal' people so to not arouse suspicion, that I have grown anxious. I have no doubts that you all are too. So we will hide behind this façade of peace no longer. It is time for war gentlemen, and we have been ready for so long."
He grinned. "So gentlemen. What do we attack first?"
In case you're wondering, yes that was based on the Major's war speech from Hellsing Ultimate. I won't deny that, but you gotta admit it was a pretty awesome speech right?
