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Soulless and Heartless; Episode 7
Topic Started: Nov 5 2011, 02:24 PM (205 Views)
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UC 0079 October 4, 7:12 am, Side 3 Capital Elisard City palace

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At the colony located furthest away from Earth, behind the moon, and the only bunch of colonies to use minovsky closed type cylinders. Most likely the most infamous of the 7 sides, Side 3. Its capital is located even further away, at the most inner end of the L2 colonies, named after the long bloodline of the Elisard royal family, the true leaders behind CRADLE that fights this war. Although the trigger for this war that shook human history was the G3 gas at 30th bunch in Side 1 colony, the inhumane action that Federation performed, however for years Side 3 has planned to declare its independence from the Federation. Not restricted by the rules of those on Earth, Side 3 wished for its independence dating as far back as the 50s of Universal Century. The ruler of Side 3, Queen Elisard the second stood on top of the royal family, spreading its power all across Side 3 and even towards other sides.

An old lady that seems to be in her 50s, dressed in long white dress and a golden crown, much like those seen in historical movies, Queen Elisard II. Her mother, that was the founder of Side 3 and ruled the people even before Universal Century begun, now passed away. Though her age is coming as well, with wrinkles all over her face and hand, hearing the news first in the morning, made her slumber into despair. Garma Elisard, the commander CRADLE's earth attack forces, was listed as KIA against the Federation's newest battleship and MS. Out of the four children Queen Elisard had, Garma was the youngest and only son, just turned 20 a few months ago. He was the top graduate of military academy that year, and quickly gained the trust of her mother, the queen. Elisard also out of all four, loved his only son more than any three of Garma's elder sisters.

Although Side 3 was mostly ran by militarism, and was a total monarchy, Queen Elisard was popular with the people, and did not rule over the people by fear or force. However she has meet her age and was tired, and now the shocking news that Garma was killed. However, as the one that holds the nation's highest authority, she was not allowed to shed tears under any condition. Walking out of her changing room, it was only today she had not called any maids to help her dress up, she headed towards her throne. Holding a long silver sword, that acted as the symbol of military strength. The throne room was gloriously decorated by golden curtains and a red carpet, and the throne looked nearly identical to those famous kings and queens in the medieval age. Elisard slowly sat down and sighed, today she gathered her three daughters, to discuss about one matter, this was the only thing she can think of right now. How to manage Garma Elisard's state funeral.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. The huge door, much much larger than the one Garma had, although it was red as well, it was at least 3 times better decorated. The royal guards from the outside slowly pushed open the heavy red door, as a women in her early 30s walked in. "Rimea Elisard, coming in. I have appeared just as summoned, mother..." she had dark black hair, obviously dyed black. With one piece of lens over her eyes, obviously fake. She wore a long dark blue dress, that adds to the overall gloominess reflected through her dark black eyes and heartless expression. She did not wear a crown, but by calling Elisard "mother", she was one of the daughters of the queen, Princess Rimea Elisard, the eldest sister of the family.

Following her, another person walked in. "Carissa Elisard, coming in. It was hard to get back here within a day all the way from Solomon, please forgive me but mother, though I have to say you better have a real good reason for pulling me back from the front lines..." she had a carefree attitude, completely contrasting her sister. Appearing as in her late 20s, she had long curly blond hair, a crown even more decorated with sheen than the queen herself. Her long red dress was the exact opposite of her gloomy elder sister. She had a sharp attitude and fierce eyes, the second princess, Carissa Elisard was a little annoyed by the fact she was so quickly retrieved from the front lines of war.

The room was silent for a while, and the third and last princess slowly walked in. "Um...Villian Elisard, coming in..." her voice was hesitant and small, unlike her two sisters, she did not walk in as if nothing happened. Appearing in her early 20s, a long green dress that somehow did not fit her personality. Maybe it was the type of person that would be called beautiful when she smiled, but her face was red with teary eyes, as if she was just crying. Maybe the only one out of the three sisters that showed a bit of emotion that was suitable for the situation right now. The third princess, very close age to the passed away Garma himself, Villian Elisard stood next to Carissa as she looked down with a docile attitude.

"Now then, since everyone that should arrive is here, lets begin the only topic I have to talk to you three about today. Carissa, heres the real good reason why I pulled you back and called your sisters to gather here all of a sudden..." Queen Elisard stood up and slammed the sheathed ritual sword onto the ground, the metal impacted against the marble floor covered over by high quality wool carpet. As the queen of the nation, she must act powerful at all times, but really deep down insider her heart, Elisard knew she was acting too strong for a situation like this. "...as you all know by now, Garma has passed away, listed as KIA...how, should we host his state funeral?"

Two of the three daughters sighed and did not really care, to be honest compared to the two of them, Garma was not nearly as skilled in any areas. However Villian was about to burst into tears again. Rimea pushed her lenses up a bit as she eyed Carissa, while Carissa returned the stare in disbelief while playing with her curly hair, that she was called back for something so damn trivial like this...

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Edited by Sunrise, Nov 5 2011, 02:24 PM.
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As the two elder sisters were eying each other, not sure how to reply to their mother's question, there was a long minute of awkward silence within the room. Until Villian broke the silence, for her docile personality, it must take a lot of courage to raise her voice and speak in this kind of situation. "Um...I think we need to host a large funeral for Garma, I know he had more popularity than me even outside the military, we need to make it so that people will not forget him...and...and..." but before Villian can continue, Carissa sighed and just shook her head. She had her heavy smell of perfume diffuse all over the room, unlike Villian that used very less and Rimea that could care less about how she appeared.

"Hold on Villian, dont send the topic on all by yourself. Few things, first things first of course. One, WHO is going to sponsor this huh? Yeah the state and we use the tax we collected, but then two, WHAT exactly do you mean big? Have a golden statue of him built in the center of National Park? Three, WHEN do you exactly want to host this thing, as you see im not nearly as free as you. Now four, WHERE do you plan on hosting this, because depending on the place the money thats needed for it will be completely different. Though for the "big" you define yourself, theres really that many places and theyre damn expensive to order. Finally...WHY are we even bothering about doing this? He died because he was dumb and lost, and in addition losing three Gaw units and...god knows how many mobile troops...oh and why exactly do you think Rimea set up the war time economy and we're grabbing taxes from the people like crazy huh? Obviously we will need money to fight this war, oh and the money my army needs so much are going into a dead man's funeral? No way! I'd much rather they speed up that sluggish Newtype development project at the Flalagan institution with this extra money..." Giving every reason of who what when where and why not to take this funeral too seriously, Carissa dismissed Villian and dissed her brother. Everything was on the point, Villian could not say anything back to her sister, though she did not believe how little Carissa cared. No matter what, Garma was still their little brother, she really wanted to scream back and correct her sister in red, but she knows, no matter what she says, she will never surpass Carissa, who was trained in military.

"No matter how much I hate her, I have to agree with Carissa on this matter. We are not nearly as rich as you think to be holding too much of a funeral. The war is dragging longer than we expected, and I even got reports saying that some states are starting to complain that we are collecting too much tax and expecting too high production as well. All and all we come back to our war time economy, to be honest we werent too much of a rich nation to begin with anyways, rich nations such as Von Braun and Side 6 are staying neutral despite the political pressure we're putting on them. Though we do have supporters like Granada and many sponsors such as the Zimmad Company and Eschonbach Logistics...I doubt they will continue their support if we go bankrupt right now. So a big no for you Villian..." Rimea added, pushing her lens up like an intellect, she was trained especially in managing a nation's politics and economy. Villian once again could not reply to these perfectly logical phrases.

"Though one thing bugs me, Garma do have considerable popularity within the ranks. Might just be me but I have observed that some soldiers are starting to drop in morale after his death...so we cant do too sloppy of a job with that. Oh and we need to really do something about that trojan horse thing Garma died on, I thought his classmate during academy Full Frontal can do something about it...maybe I sent the wrong person. But since they have a MS so powerful, we must not let it get down to Jaburo and have it mass produced...this is a problem how though" Carissa soon began to mutter to herself, already dismissing the topic of Garma's funeral and thinking of the more realistic matter. The queen herself has nothing more to say, she was at her age and was ready to retire, it was all up to her three daughters to make her decisions and she just had to say yes or no for the past few years.

"Well then lets use this chance as a propaganda. Of course this sort of barbaric military speech is your job then Carissa...I will set up the stage, we can just do it somewhere nearby in our grounds, saving the money to rent an entire square that will fit the entire army. And...I guess we can just make a huge picture of Garma and hang it somewhere too. Should have enough spare stock for this, I will manage that." Rimea turned her back and was ready to walk out of the room. She did not trust people easily, because she knew too much about the darkness in politics and economics, she became distrustful of other people. Carissa sighed and shook her head, muttering out a few complaints and followed her sister out. However Queen Elisard finally spoke...

"Rimea, coming back to me after 10 minutes. Carissa, you come in 20. Villian stay here, I need to have some words with you three individually. Now you two get out..." Elisard ordered, the two elder sisters walked out as the guards shut the heavy door. Villian, that was forced to be quiet the entire time, finally walked up closer to her mother. Elisard reached out with her wrinkled hand and patted her daughter on the head, not as the queen of state, but as a mother. "It know it hurts, you and Garma were close in age and you two really got along well. Compared to you two, Rimea and Carissa never agreed on anything and fought all the time ever since they were kids...because they were too much of a genius in their areas, they have became soulless and heartless at a time like this, unable to treasure memories. But you hold something that those two do not, Virtue...Villian, dont blame your sisters for using Garma like this. We are at a time that we cannot choose much, but I am glad that at least, there is a bit of family warmth still left here..." she tenderly smiled. Villian jumped into her mother's chest and bursted out in tears.

Three sisters, specially trained in each area. Rimea in politics, Carissa in military and Villian in virtue...Garma was not nearly as skilled as Rimea nor Carissa, but just like Villian, he possessed the trait of virtue as well.
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Universal Century 0079 October 6, 12:00 pm Royal Court of Elisard Palace

Despite being the "backyard" of the palace, it was already larger than even the former famous Times Square on Earth. Not nearly as large as the National Park at Elisard city, it was good enough to fit over a few thousand people within the court. Most of the people that attended were dressed neatly in their CRADLE uniform, lining up neatly one line and another. There were trees surrounding the court that was decorated with marble pillars. In front, there was an altar and behind the altar was a huge picture. The deceased Garma Elisard, his picture hung high up for everyone to see. The court was silent, not even birds chirped, there were no moans of lament, because the leader of CRADLE did not allow any signs of weakness whatsoever regardless of any circumstances.

A women in her late 20s, maybe if it was not for her attitude and position, she would be called a fair lady, but this was not the case. Red dress, long blond hair and an overly decorated crown, Carissa Elisard slowly climbed up the stairs of the altar. She was the elder sister of Garma, it would only be natural as a state funeral for her to cry and say something to the people. However this was not the case, the state funeral of Garma Elisard, has been completely turned into a military propaganda. There were no signs of the queen, neither were Rimea and Villian there attending. The only ones that were allowed to enter this court, must be the member of the military. However Carissa was carrying an item that she was not seen carrying yesterday, but instead the queen was seen carrying this ceremonial sword until today. Carissa recalled, after Elisard called Carissa back to talk to each of her sisters individually.

Carissa, I have reached my age and can no longer play an active role in military and politics. Thats why I have left most of the large discussions up for you and Rimea to decide and I only signed papers. Trusting you two will be able to manage the nation properly. Now then, I will get straight to the point. It is sad that the war is dragging up until now, but maybe I am at fault for this matter in some ways as well. Therefore I want to give this to you. I want you to use this, to end this war, and release our people from the binds of the Federation once and for all...

Her long red leather dress that opened up like an umbrella swayed in the wind as Carissa got to the top of the altar. Pulling the microphone towards her mouth, there was a screech that broke the silence. Cameras were ready and this was broadcasted to the whole world, and every single colony.

We have lost a hero to our glorious and noble cause, but does this foreshadow our defeat? No. It is a new beginning. Compared to Earth Federation the military resources of CRADLE is less than one thirtieth of theirs. Despite this major difference, how is it that we have been able to fight the fight for so long? It is because our goal in this war is a righteous one. It’s been over fifty years since the elite of the Federation, consumed by greed began a war against our blessed empire! Never forget the times when the Federation has trampled us! We, the blessed children of God almighty, have had a long and arduous struggle to achieve glory for our great nation. Our fight is sacred, our cause divine. The war is at a stalemate. Perhaps many of you have become complacent.

The Federation has polluted our most cherished systems for merely the sake of their own greed! We must send them a message, but not composed of words. We have wasted too much time with words. We need action now. The Earth elite must be taught a strong lesson for their evil corruption. This is only the beginning of our war. We have been putting more and more money into our efforts towards making our military stronger than ever. The Federation has done the same.

Many of your fathers and brothers have perished valiantly in the face of a contemptible enemy, even my own brother Garma Elisard had too. We must never forget what the Federation has done to our people! These Brave men have shown us these virtues through their own valiant sacrifice. By focusing our anger and sorrow, we are finally in a position where victory is within our grasp, and once again, our most cherished nation will flourish. Victory is the greatest tribute we can pay those who sacrifice their lives for us! Rise, our people, Rise! Take your sorrow, and turn it into anger! CRADLE thirsts for the strength of its people! HAIL CRADLE!!!"


As she shouted at the end, she grabbed the hilt and pulled out the ritual sword. The metal screeched against the sheath and revealed a blade about thirty-two inches long. The grip and the pommel are of gilt metal, and the former bears designs of the portcullis, fleur-de-lys, and harp, whilst on the latter are a thistle, orb, and other emblems. The scabbard itself is covered with crimson velvet encircled with gilded metal plates bearing designs in high relief. More commonly known as the "Sword of Justice", carried at all times by Queen Elisard that represents absolute authority over law and military. Now, this blade was handed over to Carissa Elisard, for her to take full control of the CRADLE armies, without restrictions of any sort. Raising the ceremonial sword high up, the entire court, over thousands of people began to repeat.

HAIL CRADLE!!

HAIL CRADLE!!!

HAIL CRADLE!!!
Edited by Sunrise, Nov 6 2011, 01:54 PM.
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