Chapter 2: Preparing and Massing
1801, Barcelona, Northern Oil Wells, Spain.
Benito Imperial, a big tall pillar of muscle and might, a fluffy beard wearing a Workers uniformed, the Spanish man work tirelessly to continue drilling for cruel oil up north from the industrial city of Barcelona, his home city. Benito took out his oily rag and wipe his black oil stain beard as best he could before putting it back and resume manning the console that controls the newly made drill. A Spanish military overseer on an observation tower watch the Workers building up new oil drills to extract the black gold that has been feeding the Spanish Armed Forces for the last decade, he knows the Spanish Navy has been building those new Battleships lately in Athens and Seville, the two port cities of Spain.
"Keep up the great work citizens! The state happily congratulate on your hard work into making our glorious Empire into the most protected nation on Earth! Your families will forever be safe from the outsiders!" The State Observer or S.O. are Emperor Pure's private watchmen and reports everything back to him, also his private guard, they have the say to everything. Benito cheer with his fist into the air along with every worker in the area before going back to work. Then an odd sound emitting from the drill causing Benito to stop for a bit as oil fly into the air like a broken socket as the oil came down like rain onto the cheering Workers. Benito got up from his workplace and came down to hug two random workers tightly in a bear hug, making more of a mess to the Workers overalls. The yellow sands of Spain is damp with the color black, and some lizards crawl away from the liquid. The S.O. stand from his cover watch tower and clap with a smile as the sun lower over the horizon.
As the sun sets and everyone headed to their organized resting barracks, Benito climb into his top bunk, all clean after a long shower before putting the covers over his hairy body, a smile formed as he close his eyes, happy that he serve his nation well today, 'Hope my little daughter is proud of me' Benito thought before falling asleep on the semi-comfy bunk bed along with many other sleeping Workers.
Great Wall of Spain, Command Center.
Isabella Imperial, General of the Spanish 2nd Army is known for holding the relentless Barbarians of the west from trespassing into Spain. Isabella is in her Command Room along with many people on radios and typing whatever is going on in West Terra, the homeland of the Barbarian Horde which been a menace to all of Terra. Isabella has been, as they say, immortal as long as she serve the most holy and powerful, Emperor Pure, like every other person who serve under his hand, which are the military and the government officials also the Spanish Council which are the Emperor's advisors. "Commander! A horde of barbarians are attempting to invade the southern wall! Enemy Forces indicate about 100 swordsmen, 100 infantrymen, 200 horsemen and… a Tank!" That caught Isabella's attention quickly and stood up, her light red brownish outfit with many metals of honors made a cling noise and shout to everyone in the room. "Order all Artillery on the south to commence fire once those degenerates come to view, rain hell" Her words leak into everyone like venom as they shiver by her deep and commanding words and relay the orders to the South Artillery Regiment.
Southern Great Wall of Spain.
Captain Juan Rafael standing on the edge on top of the humongous stone wall, with two Artillery cannons pointing up onto the cloudy sky. Juan is in command of the Southern Artillery Regiment, 20 Artillery cannons with 100 infantrymen arm with the standard Spanish first automatic assault rifle. Most of the Spanish 2nd Army is mostly a artillery army with only infantrymen station near, behind or over the Great Wall which was built to hold off the Barbarians to keep Spain safe as what they told him at school, he believe the wall was made just to impress the other leaders but he'll never say it unless he wanted the S.O. to take him away for re-education or worst. Still he had an Empire to defend, the sound of hundreds of foot stomping and war songs being chanted, the Barbarians believed that their war songs would granted their 'Gods' favor onto the Horde as long as there is war the 'Gods' won't call apon there wrath down at them. Then came something that the whole of the Great Wall couldn't believe, the Barbarians got a flipping Tank! And they are still being mass produce as oil is needed to produce these powerful units, but who in mind could give a tank to a bunch of mindless freaks. A shocking boom put him out of his thought, a flying shell smash into one of the Artillery gun straight on, killing the crew and setting fire to ammunition crate, making an even bigger explosion, killing the and destroying the other crew and the second Artillery piece next to the last decimated one. Turns out that Military Intelligence has miss another tank that is camouflage in forest green color with branches and leafs, making it a perfect cover for this tank to hide in the thick forest environment. "The HELL! All Artilleries, aim for that freaking tank!" The sound of heavy bangs from the Artillery cannons soring into the sky for a bit, gravity did its thing as the shell hit straight home on the tank's barrel, making it harmless, the second shell hit its engines as it explode in a blazing fury, the other tank move upwards from the hill with many men mix with armor of old and new as the weapons as well. "All men of the Empire! Fight these Barbarian Horde with every ounce of will you have for our Emperor!" Juan yell as the gates to the Great Wall opens as Spanish Infantrymen pour out from the other side of the wall, opening fire at the poorly train Barbarians. Juan pull out his pistol from his holster and hurry down to the fighting, joining his comrades in the heat of battle.
Great Wall of Spain, Command Center.
Reports piled in a frenzy as hundreds of papers flying and men and women running around as if they are headless chicken. Isabella reading a piece of paper that at the point is starting to make her blood boiled in rage as the paper read that the Barbarians Hordes was 'officially' declare war as millions of them are launching a full invasion onto Spain herself! The Empire already sending in the 1st Army and the Spanish Home Guard from Barcelona will be arriving by train in a day, still why the Barbarians are invading now at all times? Isabella seems to be on the verge of shooting someone, anyone that dares to speak to her but kept her cool as her Aid came in and hand her a new paper, if it's another damn bad news report she will…Isabella calm herself again as she read the message. 'Commander, our southern forces has repel the invading armies but another one will replace it, the Artillery guns has been reported 2 destroyed and 6 damaged but can be repaired in four hours' the letters said in bold words, her hands slowly turning into a fist that crumble the poor paper, she stood up and scream out everyone "SHUT UP!" Her words froze everyone as they stop everything their doing as they all turn there worry gaze at the devilish women. After cooling for the last time she speak softly. "I know this day just turn into the most horrible knee deep of cow crap ever but we still need to focus on every piece of action that is going on right now god-damn it, we are the most powerful nation in the whole freaking world and all of you are going to jeopardize it by being some headless chickens! Now man up and get everything in order! On the double!" Her words shriek as they yelled in unison "Sir Yes Sir!" Finally papers starting to be once again organized and everyone got into their positions. Then a young men spoke to Isabella, "Ma'am, we got support coming in from the town Cordoba, I-its Bombers! We got Bombers!" His voice willed with hope as the room quiet as the roaring of flying engines soar over the command center as the sounds of bombs dropping from afar brings cheers and roaring of victory is near. Isabella smiles and rest on her leather chair and sigh peacefully, still this might be the beginning…
Najran, West Coast of Arabia.
Aban Antar, a captain of the ARS Holy One, the flagship of the Arabian Navy as the first ever made battleship is on the shipyard of Najran, a coastal shipbuilding city of Arabia, known for selling and creating ships of any kind, still the city has been close for outsiders and it's shipyards has been working day and night. Adan was made Captain for the ship by non-other than his lord himself President Harun al-Rashid, the leader of the Greater Arabian Republic. The man himself, in person, to grant him a position on Arabia's first battleship after his days in the naval academy at Mecca. The Republic's Fighters flew overhead as they landed gracefully on a very well made aircraft carrier, ARS Noble Rashid the Arabian first aircraft carrier, showing the sheer determination that Arabia will do anything to fight against tyranny, what they thought him at school. Barir Moghadam, his most loyal and faithful aid gave him a cup of Arabian Green Tea, a famous product from around the world made only here at Arabia, feeling a sense of pride just drinking the warm, refreshing substance, then gave the fine china back to the long bearded man with fancy silk robes made in Mecca as he took the cup and deposed of it in a nearby trashcan. A short bearded man with a turban and have a large gold neckless hanging from his neck, "Ah my good friend!" Fadi Bahar gave the captain a tight hug before releasing the poor man as he coughing. "Hello Fadi, good evening to you my friend, haven't seen you after my graduation sense, where have you been lately?" Fadi look left and right then behind and over Aban's shoulder then look directly into the man's brown eyes "I can't say, but I can tell you later on if I come back from Toledo my dear friend" The man patted his shoulder and heading off to the north, into the Bazaar in Najran, leaving the young captain confused, his aid Barir only stood saluted when needed, noting much caring what the small conversation was about.
ARS Holy One, Bridge
Aban walk into the bridge as men in naval uniforms, all stood up and salute to the new captain with great confidence as they puff out their chest in pride. "At ease" He said and everyone return back to their duties, the Captain look at the communicator as he gave him a messaged "Captain, orders received from Command, our ship is going to portal near the Great Barrel Reef" the aid spoke in whisper "That's near the coast of southern Gaia captain" "Alright then, all engines go!" The feeling of the ship's massive turbines turn and the slow movement of the ship is felt as it move out of docks and heading to their destination. Unknown to them, something is moving below the ship undetected.
Barcelona, Army Recruitment Center.
Benito was in the longest line in his life, hundreds if not a thousand of people from most of Barcelona is here to join in the military and to end the Barbarian Horde that threatens to destroy the Great Wall of Spain. Full of spirit and national pride thanks to the state's propaganda posters showing a Spanish Infantrymen with the Spanish Cross Flag pole being jab into the chest of a Barbarian of old rags of deer pelts and loincloths made from buffalo pads. Another poster said that the Barbarian West is said to be filled with many uncap resources ready for Workers and Settlers to claim in the next 10 years from now. As a former Worker, he felt such a thrill of happiness as the Workers will work in the unclaimed lands those filthy beasts live in. Once he made it to the front desk, he spoke to the man in military clothing and shaved head and after a few physical testing and a quick reading on the enemy, he was already pick to join in the Infantry which the man chuckle "Fresh meat for the grinder, welcome to the Spanish Army son!" The man patted him hard on the back and shout out next as Benito went to the Trucks waiting to transport the greens to the Camps for training. "I'm gonna make you proud sister" He whisper to himself as the truck, now full of men and women, went off to Madrid. The Recruiter, talking to a bright healthy women, just remember and rethink about the big hairy men that came in earlier as he look at his files and read the signature of the man's name "Benito Imperial" "An Imperial… dear god not another one.
-TBC-
{A/N: Thank you everyone for reading and please leave a review, happy to see anything that could help me in the future, I personally love the game since I first got my first civ game "Civilization Revolution" a fun game but when Civilization V came out back then I always dream about getting it and now a month or two, finally got it and god I love the game so much, then for a while I want to show how the game is play in my own eyes, so hope you all enjoy it and hope I can send out another chapter soon! R&R}