Hells Bells

War Erupts

October 22, 2025. Base Aquila. Main Hanger. Yensom Federation, Innerworld.

RISHU: I've never seen you this uncomfortable.

Wyte adjusts his collar.

WYTE: I hate wearing my dress uniform, everyone just stares at me.

The hanger is relatively quiet besides the runway personnel working away. Officers from the 100th to 102nd stand at attention in rows, while the commanders and sub commanders stand in front of the rows. The special demonstration is to welcome the new major general of base Aquila, who replaced the overconfident general Mayfield. This new higherup made it a goal to visit every division under his command, and since the 100th, 101st, and 102nd just finished a combined operation. He decided to start with them. The 101st and 102nd are currently stationed in the Innerworld, but the 100th is not. The general still insisted they participate though. The men have been standing at attention for almost an hour, with the commander's patience running thin.

WYTE: How long is he gonna keep us waiting?

RISHU: Wyte, you need to hold patience.

WYTE: Patience? Unlike the 101st, the 100th needs to go back state side while the 102nd needs to get settled in their bunks. That man keeping us here for almost an hour for a trivial thing like this, is fucking stupid.

A portal opens in front of them, a few people wearing dress uniforms walk through before the man himself follows behind them. The major general is wearing his uniform with a beret instead of the normally worn cap. He moves to the front of the neat line of soldiers, pulling out a deck of notecards. He checks them before taking a deep breath.

HITCH: Good evening, men of the 101st, and the 102nd. I am Major General Danivel Hitch and I will be your new superior after Major General Hopkins Mayfield was fired. I came here today to not only introduce myself, but to also check the conditions my men are in.

The General scans the crowd focusing on the man with a beard in the very front row.

HITCH: Excuse me, but what is the gentleman with the beard called.

ATTENDANT: That is Commander Blechin, sir.

HITCH: Commander Blechin, your facial hair is not in regulations.

WYTE: I don't give a shit.

The general looks at the commander baffled at the retort, with the commanders around Wyte trying to stifle their laughter. Hitch begins to reprimand the bored commander, he stops when his eyes lay upon his chest.

HITCH: And your medals are some that I've never seen. Are any of those even allowed to be upon your chest?

WYTE: Why are you speaking like an old wizard? And yes these medals belong on my chest.

Major General Hitch walks up to Wyte and crosses his arms waiting for an explanation. After a little while Wyte finally realizes what he wants.

WYTE: Oh, you want me to explain?

HITCH: Yes, I thought I made that apparent.

WYTE: you didn't, but if that makes you leave faster then I'll happily do it.

He points to the first of five medals on his chest. The medal is a six pointed star tied to a ribbon with olive branches on each side.

WYTE: This is the Arragonian Honor of the Guards, it is the highest honor Arragon can bestow on someone. I received it from their vice president after I helped with getting rid of the old head god.