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10/19/2025, 4:13:18 AM
No.6320134
"Ah have a few," you mentioned. Muyr stepped aside to allow you to shuffle forth, then turn your back on the capitol and your attention onto your fellow men.
The night was short, and the crowd's patience was already beginning to thin. You decided to keep things brief. "If any'a you are havin' doubts, put them t' rest. I've seen how we've trained, an' I've seen what we're up against. Huntington's a bloated ol' fool with the grace of a disabled cow-- as long's we follow Muyr into the daylight, ah say we'll be fine."
You finished the brief speech with a grin, but couldn't help betraying your own words. The very confidence you wanted to impart unto others was shaky, uncertain-- blanketed in just the slightest hints of doubt.
And yet, nevertheless... the Stater troops you'd addressed pumped their fists in approval, saluting if they couldn't, trying to make as much of a scene as they could without giving away their position. Their confidence reassured you, reinforcing the strength of your own... and, by the time everyone had quieted down, you couldn't help but feel like things were going to turn out quite alright.
Soon after your speech, the countdown began. You checked your watch and began to saunter off to the side, keeping your eyes on the crowd.
"On one, two..."
Muyr was giving you glances. His eyes bounced between you and the capitol lawn as he continued counting under his breath, his hand tightening around something within his holster's pocket. You knew what he meant.
"...three, four..."
Men were already rushing to the front of the road, huddling around the edges of each building flanking it, giving Muyr space...
BANG
"GO!" Muyr shouted, spitting forth his first command.
Almost a hundred Staters flooded forth onto the capitol lawn all at once. Men poured in from every cardinal direction, save north-- from the east, you could see Andrew leading the charge; from your south, Muyr moved forward.
In all the confusion that followed, with the tide of men splitting into various different groups all aiming for various different parts of the lawn, nobody managed to keep track of you.
You slipped into the crowd, blending in almost unnoticed amongst the sea of warm bodies. As men dispersed, you slipped between tight crowds and aimed for the giant white dome you'd all arrived to capture.
Gunfire drowned out your thoughts as you accompanied various men in a rush towards the capitol steps. You reached them, just in time, only to have your efforts squandered by a militia troop shoving you backwards--
The night was short, and the crowd's patience was already beginning to thin. You decided to keep things brief. "If any'a you are havin' doubts, put them t' rest. I've seen how we've trained, an' I've seen what we're up against. Huntington's a bloated ol' fool with the grace of a disabled cow-- as long's we follow Muyr into the daylight, ah say we'll be fine."
You finished the brief speech with a grin, but couldn't help betraying your own words. The very confidence you wanted to impart unto others was shaky, uncertain-- blanketed in just the slightest hints of doubt.
And yet, nevertheless... the Stater troops you'd addressed pumped their fists in approval, saluting if they couldn't, trying to make as much of a scene as they could without giving away their position. Their confidence reassured you, reinforcing the strength of your own... and, by the time everyone had quieted down, you couldn't help but feel like things were going to turn out quite alright.
Soon after your speech, the countdown began. You checked your watch and began to saunter off to the side, keeping your eyes on the crowd.
"On one, two..."
Muyr was giving you glances. His eyes bounced between you and the capitol lawn as he continued counting under his breath, his hand tightening around something within his holster's pocket. You knew what he meant.
"...three, four..."
Men were already rushing to the front of the road, huddling around the edges of each building flanking it, giving Muyr space...
BANG
"GO!" Muyr shouted, spitting forth his first command.
Almost a hundred Staters flooded forth onto the capitol lawn all at once. Men poured in from every cardinal direction, save north-- from the east, you could see Andrew leading the charge; from your south, Muyr moved forward.
In all the confusion that followed, with the tide of men splitting into various different groups all aiming for various different parts of the lawn, nobody managed to keep track of you.
You slipped into the crowd, blending in almost unnoticed amongst the sea of warm bodies. As men dispersed, you slipped between tight crowds and aimed for the giant white dome you'd all arrived to capture.
Gunfire drowned out your thoughts as you accompanied various men in a rush towards the capitol steps. You reached them, just in time, only to have your efforts squandered by a militia troop shoving you backwards--