Inspired by the picture of Basch with several soldiers around him.
The possibility of linking pictures was brought up. At this point, every time I try to do so, it completely reformats the page. Bear with me on this. I'd really love to give all of you a direct link, but until I find out how to stop it from taking over I can't give them.
Enjoy, all, and I'll possibly have the next one up in a few days.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XII or any of it's characters or artwork. I just write what they inspire me to.
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Basch stood at the front of the ranks, looking over the many soldiers in his charge. They waited silently, eyes upon him.
He cleared his throat, staring nervously.
"Today," he began, wincing as his voice squeaked slightly. He needed to be brave for these men. He needed to be brave for his king, his homeland.
He started again. "Today, we defend a nation. A people, who we have grown with and learned with. A country whose honor and patriotism we have gained for ourselves. A home that we share, that we love. It is our duty, our honor, to protect this nation now. We go into battle, to fight for our right to live as we want to live!"
There was an uproar from the crowd as Basch turned around to face the large expanse of land in front of them. He glanced to the men around him, all decorated with black armor. He adjusted his own carefully, eyeing the airships above him.
He rose a solid fist to the air. "Today, we fight for Dalmasca!"
Shouts and the clanging of armor rose to the air, louder than before. Basch looked ahead. Dalmasca would soon be free.