This is Romania. With hoards of vampires, zombies, and lycans stalking about (allegedly), this nation is about as militaristic as Belarus.
Out here, ground, alpine, and air units are almost always on maneuvers. Some maneuvers actually involve weapons that generate silver bullets, solar light, or both.
There are naval units, too. They're not the most impressive in the world, but they're just as armed. Most of Romania's warships are destroyers, frigates, and attack submarines. They all travel the Black Sea, and sometimes beyond, on maneuvers.
Amphibious maneuvers are practiced here, too. Amphibious transport docks wait over the horizon, as they deploy tanks, attack aircraft, and marines into the water. They all make it to shore, and start shooting and fighting. Some of them parachute from some of the aircraft.
And as unlikely as it seems, Romanian warriors have finally taken to launching armed satellites into space. A pair of cruisers head out, with two very important such satellites in tow; the GoldenEye satellites.
Around them, the Black Sea expands. They're both almost in a strategic place to launch the satellites...
Farther from them, a destroyer is on maneuvers. Below deck, a naughty spy is tried.
This is a court-martial. A spy named Skarsgård is on trial, for allegedly having failed to complete a mission.
"Here, at MI6," Trevelyan, the prosecuting spy, leads, "we put a BIG price tag on competence. Competence can mean the difference between success and failure. And in espionage, our failure means our enemy's success. And in some situations, this means the likely destruction of the world as we know it."
Skarsgård doesn't seem to listen. But then, since when do they?
Trevelyan paces back and forth. At certain times, different sides of his face are exposed to the defendant...
"As prosecutor," Trevelyan announces, "I recommend that this man be executed via firing squad. And I highly implore the jurors-the brothers and sisters of the defendant-to take this into consideration, and vote 'guilty."
Somehow, Skarsgård gets free from his cuffs. He flexes his belly, several times. He's still got it. With a great hack, he vomits acid all over the left side of Trevelyan's face.
Trevelyan yells, covers his face, and falls over. Masters-at-arms swarm in, and shoot Skarsgård in the back with stun-shells.
Skarsgård laughs, mouth acid-stained, as he fatigues. "To hell with you, Trevelyan," he sputters.
When Skarsgård wakes, the trial resumes...without Trevelyan. Skarsgård is sentenced for having failed to complete a mission. And then he's sentenced again, for having assaulted a prosecutor. Lucky for him, Trevelyan will survive.
Crying shame, though; Skarsgård does, after all, have a license to KILL.
For Trevelyan, time passes. Skarsgård's acid eats away at the left side of his face. And it empowers it, at the same time. Over time, Trevelyan's left brain becomes enhanced.
His doctor comes in, and examines him. He's got a nice coin in his pocket...
In a flash, Trevelyan comes to life, and beats his doctor to death. The doctor slides down the wall, and falls, dead. The coin rolls out of his pocket.
It catches Trevelyan's eye. He smiles, takes it up, and takes it as his own. He admires both sides of the coin. They couldn't be more opposite; perfect.
He pockets the coin, and escapes. He flips it, while deciding the fates of his injured targets. Either way, they all get hurt more than they already are. But depending on how the coin falls, some of them have it easy...even if they're still incapable of stopping Trevelyan on his way out.
Trevelyan's made it out. And his life has a new mission. He is now above MI6...as many good times as he once had with them. Even so, he owes Old Germany judgment...